Anos de Bailado e Natação

O bandido solitário tem no crime o coração
Traz do roubo o seu salário
Paga caro a paixão.

O bandido solitário tem uma bala no canhão
Vai metê-la no diabo
Já deitado no caixão.

O bandido solitário tem a fúria de um cão
E anda às voltas pelas ruas
Com a alma pela mão.

O bandido solitário só faz folga para foder,
Escolhe sempre as mais feias,
Gosta de beijar sem ver.

E a mulher que o quiser tem de ouvir esta canção,
E a mulher que o quiser,
Farto peito, grande língua, anos de bailado e natação.

Foi um dia apanhado a roubar uma espanhola,
Ficou tudo admirado
E tiraram-lhe a pistola.

E a pistola era tola, só servia para espirrar,
Carregando numa mola
Não servia para matar.

E a mulher que o quiser tem de ir para a prisão,
E a mulher que o quiser,
Farto peito, grande língua, anos de bailado e natação.

E a mulher que o quiser tem de ir para a prisão,
A mulher que o quiser,
Farto peito, grande língua, anos de bailado e natação.

Música de Mundo Cão
Letra de Valter Hugo Mãe

Teen Spirit

Há bandas que envelhecem mal. Como um vinho verde que se deixa pasar uns anos e se transforma em algo turvo e avinagrado. Os Nirvana foi uma das minhas bandas prediletas (logo que o seu álbum «Nevermind» chegou a Portugal corri logo a comprar um CD no longínquo ano 1991) e é disso exemplo – o grunge não resistiu bem ao passar das modas e ecoa muito mal passado estes anos todos… Porém a música e o video clip de Smell like teen Spirit ainda hoje me fazem as tripas entrarem em ebulição e o coração a bombar a um passo de desatar ao saltos como quando tinha 18 anos.

Far From Any Road

From the dusty mesa her looming shadow grows
Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote

She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun,
And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood.

In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon,
I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom.

A strange hunger haunted me; the looming shadows danced.
I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand.

When the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold,
Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones.

And rise with me forever across the silent sand,
And the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands.

Música de Handsome Family – (tema do genérico de True Detective)

Ivan Meets G.I. Joe – (Guerra fria está na moda)

So you’re on the floor, at 54
Think you can last – at the Palace
Does your body go to the to and fro?
But tonight’s the night – or didn’t you know
That Ivan meets G.I. Joe
He tried his tricks- that Ruskie bear
The United Nations said it’s all fair
He did the radiation – the chemical plague
But he could not win – with a cossack spin
The Vostok Bomb – the Stalin strike
He tried every move – he tried to hitch hike
He drilled a hole – like a Russian star
He made every move in his repertoire
When Ivan meet G.I. Joe
Now it was G.I. Joe’s turn to blow
He turned it on – cool and slow
He tried a payphone call to the Pentagon
A radar scan – a leviathan
He wiped the Earth – clean as a plate
What does it take to make a Ruskie break?
But the crowd are bored and off they go
Over the road to watch China blow!
When Ivan meets G.I. Joe

Ivan Meets G.I. Joe – The Clash

Somebody told me

Breaking my back
Just to know your name
Seventeen tracks
And I’ve had it with this game

I’m breaking my back
Just to know your name
But heaven ain’t close
In a place like this

Anything goes
But don’t blink you might miss

Cause heaven ain’t close
In a place like this
I said heaven ain’t close
In a place like this

Bring it back down
Bring it back down tonight, hoo hoo
Never thought I’d let a rumor
Ruin my moonlight

Well somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year

It’s not confidential
I’ve got potential

Ready? Let’s roll
Onto something new
Taking its toll
And I’m leaving without you

Ready? Let’s roll
Onto something new
Cause heaven ain’t close
In a place likethis
Heaven ain’t close
So don’t blink you might miss

Cause heaven ain’t close
In a place like this
I said heaven ain’t close
In a place like this

Bring it back down
Bring it back down tonight
Never thought I’d let a rumor
Ruin my moonlight

Well somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year

It’s not confidential
I’ve got potential
A rushin’, a rushin’ around

Pace yourself from me
I said maybe, baby please
But I just don’t know now
When all I wanna do is try

But somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year

It’s not confidential
I’ve got potential
A rushin’, a rushin’ around

Somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year

It’s not confidential
I’ve got potential
A rushin’, a rushin’ around

Somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year

It’s not confidential
I’ve got potential
A rushin’, a rushin’ around

by the The Killers

Culture War

Now the future’s staring at me
Like a vision from the past
And I know these crumbs they sold me
They’re never going to last

Though we know the culture war
We don’t know what it’s for
But we’ve lived a southern strategy
But no, it’s never going to last
So keep it in the past

These are different times that we’re living in
These are different times
Now the kids are growing up so fast
They’re paying for our crimes

You left while I was sleeping
You said it’s damning
Oh, I’ve read a little Bible
You see what you want to see

Oh, we know the culture war
We don’t know what it’s for
But we’ve lived your southern strategy
We know it’s never going to last
So keep that shit in the past

These are different times that we’re living in
Because these are different times
Now the kids are growing up so fast
They’re paying for our crimes

These are different times that we’re living in
These are different times
Now the kids are growing up so fast
They’re paying for our crimes

The dominos, they never fell
Our bodies they still burn
I throw my hand into the fire
But still I never learn
Will I ever learn?

These are different times
Now the kids are growing up so fast
Paying for our crimes

We’ll be soldiers for mommy and dad
In your culture wars

We’ll be soldiers for mommy and dad
Don’t know what it’s for

We’re soldiers now
In the culture war

We’re soldiers now
But we don’t know what it’s for

We’re soldiers now
In the culture war

We’re soldiers now
But we don’t know what it’s for

So tell me, what’s it for?

You want it? You got it
Here’s your culture war

You want it, now you got it
So tell me, what’s it for?

You want it? You got it
Here’s your culture war

You want it, now you got it
So tell me what’s it for?

Yeah tell me, what’s it for?

Letra de Arcade Fire

Tyrant Destroyed

I know you spent some time
From the town to the city
Looking for a life to start
And when you were fifteen
I know what you said
“I’ll never let another black boy break my heart”

You waited a decade
For me to come find you
There’s never been a chance so rare
I was just stumbling out on a prosthetic love
And there had never been someone so real

This was love
And I was such a tyrant destroyer
As you sat sinking in my head
Love, and I was such a tyrant destroyer
As you sat sinking in my head

As if it wasn’t enough just to hear you speak
They had to give you lips like that
Like all of your sadness reduced to a color
Then painted upon you
How could I forget you
And who was I to think that on a Saturday night
That you would really bike home alone
And the way that I left you
Just hanging on SundaysTwin Shadow
And fair skin boy take you home

This was love
And I was such a tyrant destroyer
As you sat sinking in my head
Love, and I was such a tyrant destroyer
As you sat sinking in my head
Love, and I was such a tyrant destroyer
As you sat sinking in my head
Love, and I was such a tyrant destroyer
As you sat sinking in my head

letra de ‘Tyrant Destroyed’ dos Twin Shadow.

Menina da Ria

Uma moça
De lá do outro lado da poça
Numa aparição transatlântica
Me encheu de elegante alegria
( Ai, Portugal, ovos moles, Aveiro )
Menina da Ria
Menina da Ria
Menina da Ria
E uma preta
( Parece que eu estou na Bahia )
Tão Linda quanto ela, dizia
No seu português lusitano:
“Pode o Caetano tirar uma foto?”
Menina da Ria
Menina da Ria
Menina da Ria
Arte Nova, um prédio art-nouveau numa margem
Em frente à marina-miragem:
Os barcos na Ria. E depois
Uma taça sobre o pubis glabro, um estudo
Nenhum descalabro se tudo
É sexo sem sexo em nós dois
Menina da Ria
Menina da Ria
Menina da Ria

Música de Caetano Veloso

A horse is not a home

Oh god I think I’m dying,
And our drinks were just poured,
Look outside someone’s waiting,
With a yellow horse

With a hole in my heart I was s’posed to ride,
In morning traffic
With a golden hand by your fortress side,
But without magic
Somebody, somebody, somebody tell me,
It wont be long
Cause a horse is not a home,
A horse is not a home

Uninvited to the play where language doesn’t hurt,
With nothing on my shirt
Sometimes I swim with you in a room that is ocean sized and clear
Not here where all I breath is smoke

With a hole in my heart I was s’posed to ride,
In morning traffic
With a golden hand by your fortress side,
But without magic
Somebody, somebody, somebody tell me,
It wont be long
Cause a horse is not a home,
A horse is not a home

With a hole in my heart I was s’posed to ride,
In morning traffic
With a golden hand by your fortress side,
But without magic
Somebody, somebody, somebody tell me,
It wont be long
Cause a horse is not a home,
A horse is not a home

Somebody, somebody, somebody tell me,
It wont be long
Cause a horse is not a home
A horse is not a home

Letra e música dos
Miike Snow