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domingo, 30 de março de 2008

The Cure no Pavilhão Atlântico - 8 de Março 2008

Queria dedicar um bocadinho de tempo a este post...E porque tenho andado distraída desde então, não sei porquê, aqui fica, só agora (!!!), um cheirinho do que foi este grande concerto!

Maravilhoso, simplesmente maravilhoso...
3 horas de concerto, 3 encores, tudo e tudo e tudo..

gostava de ter lá ficado em LOOP..........
gostava de ter lá ficado em LOOP..........
gostava de ter lá ficado em LOOP..........
gostava de ter lá ficado em LOOP..........
gostava de ter lá ficado em LOOP..........
gostava de ter lá ficado em LOOP..........

Para começar...Plainsong




A Forest




Pictures of You




One Hundred Years




Just Like Heaven




Close to me




10:15 & Kiling an Arab




O Alinhamento:

Plainsong
Prayers For The Rain
A Strange Day
Alt.End
The Blood
The End of the World
Love Song
A Boy I Never Knew
From The Edge of a Deep Green Sea
Kyoto Song
Please Project
The Walk
Push
Friday I'm In Love
In Between Days
Just Like Heaven
Primary
Never Enough
Wrong Number
One Hundred Years
Disintegration

ENCORE 1
At Night
M
Play For Today
A Forest

ENCORE 2
Lovecats
Let's Go To Bed
Freak Show
Close To Me
Why Can't I Be You

ENCORE 3
Boys Don't Cry
Jumping Someone Else's Train
Grinding Halt
10.15 Saturday Night
Killing An Arab

sábado, 29 de março de 2008

F#$% LOVE

Portishead no Coliseu 27 de Março 2008 :)

Yesterday I Saw a Rat



They dont eat, dont sleep
They dont feed, they dont seethe
Bare their gums when they moan and squeak
Lick the dirt off a larger ones feet
They dont push, dont crowd
Congregate until theyre much too loud
Fuck to procreate till they are dead
Drink the blood of their so called best friend

They dont scurry when something bigger comes their way
Dont pack themselves together and run as one
Dont shit where theyre not supposed to
Dont take whats not theirs, they dont compare

They dont scam, dont fight
Dont oppress an equals given rights
Starve the poor so they can be well fed
Line their holes with the dead ones bread

They dont scurry when something bigger comes their way }
Dont pack themselves together and run as one } (2x)
Dont shit where theyre not supposed to }
Dont take whats not theirs, they dont compare... }

Rats...they dont compare (2x)
Ben, the two of us need look no more (5x)

segunda-feira, 24 de março de 2008

O meu estômago anda às voltas

Estou-me a sentir mal. O meu estômago anda às voltas, não consigo comer nem dormir.
Devia ter-te ouvido, ao invés de me ter feito surda...
Tinhas razão.
Gostava de ter feito tudo de forma diferente, mas não o fiz.
Devia ter entrado na casa. Devia ter visto o que me querias mostrar.

Silence is sexy

domingo, 23 de março de 2008

Hoje estou numa de Pop Dell'Arte

sexta-feira, 21 de março de 2008

Tenho uma afta

Tenho uma afta na gengiva.
Aquela coisa irritante e pequenina que para nada serve se não...irritar.
Tenho uma afta na gengiva.
Dói, é uma dor constante, ao mais pequeno toque é arrepiante...mas não deixa de dar vontade de lá pôr a língua.
Tenho uma afta na gengiva, e vou ter que esperar que passe.

Qui çá, não passará com umas bolas de aftalina?
Ou não o recomendaria o meu médico, Dr. Marquis de Chade...

quinta-feira, 20 de março de 2008

In Loco-Ura Diva experiment #1

video

For a boy his age, he’s considerate and nice But he wants to be just like Vincent Price



Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He’s always polite and does what he’s told
For a boy his age, he’s considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price

He doesn’t mind living with his sister, dog and cats
Though he’d rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horrors he’s invented
And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented

Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum

He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So he and his horrible zombie dog
Could go searching for victims in the London fog

His thoughts, though, aren’t only of ghoulish crimes
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the times
While other kids read books like Go, Jane, Go!
Vincent’s favourite author is Edgar Allen Poe

One night, while reading a gruesome tale
He read a passage that made him turn pale

Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive!
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
Unaware that her grave was his mother’s flower bed

His mother sent Vincent off to his room
He knew he’d been banished to the tower of doom
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife

While alone and insane encased in his tomb
Vincent’s mother burst suddenly into the room
She said: “If you want to, you can go out and play
It’s sunny outside, and a beautiful day”

Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn’t speak
The years of isolation had made him quite weak
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
“I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again”
His mother said: “You’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead
These games that you play are all in your head
You’re not Vincent Price, you’re Vincent Malloy
You’re not tormented or insane, you’re just a young boy
You’re seven years old and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun.

”Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to swell, to shiver and creak
His horrid insanity had reached its peak

He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave
She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands
While, through cracking walls, reached skeleton hands

Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams!
To escape the madness, he reached for the door
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor

His voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe:

“and my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
shall be lifted?
Nevermore…”

O que é que se passa?

Força, esforçar, esforça, esforça-te, força, forca, enforca, enfarta, engorda, gorda, corda, puxa, empurra, burra, borrego, boi, foi, foste, tu, eu, fomos, somos, seremos, sereno, sem veneno, no copo, conforto, confiro, contigo, convido, atiro, a tiro, a ti, a mim, amigo, responde, depende, defende, entende, extende, estica, explica, espalha, palha, malha, malhar, malhei, caí, saí, parti, senti, sentei, cantei, cantar, encantar, estranhar, ditar, divagar, divaga, diva, diga, diz...

segunda-feira, 17 de março de 2008

28 dias depois de uma mordidela

Maybe

MoGwAi & FóMóiRé AeroPlane Improv #1

quinta-feira, 13 de março de 2008

Este é o post nº 100

Vamos recordar alguns dos melhores momentos passados neste blog:

quarta-feira, 12 de março de 2008

Flyyyy me to the moooon...la lala lalala lala hum hummm mhum humm



Fly me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars

In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby kiss me

Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

In Other Words

video

terça-feira, 11 de março de 2008

Um par de anões


De mim para ti

quarta-feira, 5 de março de 2008

A minha barriga faz um som estranho

Zum zum zuuumm zzz

Acho que engoli um insecto.

terça-feira, 4 de março de 2008

Isto é a minha barriga com bichinho...