Wednesday, April 30, 2008

I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself...

Porque é uma das minhas músicas preferidas e porque hoje faz sentido!! Ainda q n por estes motivos mas hoje também não sei o q fazer de mim...



I just don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to do with myself
planning everything for two
doing everything with you
and now that we're through
I just don't know what to do

I just don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to do with myself
movies only make me sad
parties make me feel as bad
cause I'm not with you
I just don't know what to do

like a summer rose
needs the sun and rain
I need your sweet love
to beat love away

well I don't know what to do with myself
just don't know what to do with myself
planning everything for two
doing everything with you
and now that we're through
I just don't know what to do

like a summer rose
needs the sun and rain
I need your sweet love
to beat love away

I just don't know what to do with myself
just don't know what to do with myself
just don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to do with myself

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

José González...

...tem sido dos sons mais ouvidos na minha casa ultimamente, em especial o último álbum "In Our Nature".

Infelizmente não vou poder ir ao concerto hoje, mesmo depois de já ter comprado o bilhete...sniff, sniff :(

De qualquer forma, aqui ficam 2 das minhas preferidas: Heartbeats, uma cover para o original dos Knife, e Cycling Trivialities, do último álbum e sem vídeo oficial.

Fica ainda a cover acústica para Love Will Tear Us Apart, dos Joy Division, porque seja qual for a versão, nunca é demais ouvir esta música :)

Heartbeats



One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away

Both under influence
We had divine scent
To know what to say
Mind is a razor blade

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no

One night of magic rush
The start a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief

Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough

And you, you knew the hands of the devil
And you, kept us awake with wolf teeth
Sharing different heartbeats
In one night

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no


Cycling Trivialities

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Too blind to know your best.
Hurrying through the forks without regrets.
Different now, every step feels like a mile.
All the lights seem to flash and pass you by.

So how's it gonna be.
When it all comes down you're cycling trivialities.

Don't know which way to turn.
Every trifle becoming big concerns.
All this time you were chasing dreams,
without knowing what you wanted them to mean.

So how's it gonna be.
When it all comes down you're cycling trivialities.
So how's it gonna be.
When it all comes down you're cycling trivialities.

Who cares in a hundred years from now.
All the small steps, all your shitty clouds.
Who cares in a hundred years from now.
Who'll remember all the players.
Who'll remember all the clowns.

So how's it gonna be.
When it all comes down you're cycling trivialities.

So what does this really mean.
When it all comes down you're cycling trivialities.
Cycling trivialities.
Cycling trivialities


Love Will Tear Us Apart

Monday, April 28, 2008

Happy go Lucky

Ontem à noite consegui finalmente ir espreitar o Indie Lisboa!! Num fds prolongado bastante agitado, confesso que me sobrou pouco tempo para dedicar ao cinema =)

Mas ainda assim, acabámos por conseguir ver "
Happy-Go-Lucky", de Mike Leigh, numa sala do São Jorge lotadíssima!! Última fila, um calor insuportável mas valeu bem a pena!!

Já tinha visto dois filmes de Leigh (Vera Drake e All or Nothing) que tinha gostado bastante...e este seguiu a mesma linha!
O filme centra-se em Poppy (Sally Hawkins), uma professora primária trintona que insiste em enfrentar a vida com um sorriso constante e um optimismo que chega a ser desconcertante. Vários são os momentos da vida quotidiana de Poppy que se tornam em cenários absurdos e hilariantes, aos quais é impossível resistir sem rir!!

No entanto, Leigh consegue "esconder" em cenas caricatas do dia-a-dia, realidades bem mais profundas e delicadas!! Este é dos aspectos mais interessantes do filme, além da excelente interpretação de Sally Hawkins, que criou uma personagem adorável!! Não concordo com as críticas que a classificam como tonta ou irritante...encarei Poppy como alguém que se protege da vida com um sorriso, o que nada tem de tolo ou irresponsável! Afinal, não são precisas lágrimas para chorarmos!!


Enfim, no seu todo, achei-o um bom filme!!

Ah, e n esquecer "En-
Ra-Ha!" (private joke para quem viu o filme e q n poderia faltar neste post :P)

So true...

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Fogo de Artifício...

...para celebrar um fds prolongado e cheio de calor =)

Ahhh...e p provar q o meu tm tb tira excelentes fotos...boazitas vá...enfim, sofríveis :P


Thursday, April 24, 2008

IndieLx08

A 5ª edição do IndieLisboa arranca hoje, no Cinema São Jorge, com a exibição de "My Blueberry Nights", de Wong Kar Wai, com Norah Jones, Jude Law, Rachel Weisz e Natalie Portman. Infelizmente já não há bilhetes para esta sessão de abertura mas até 4 de Maio muitos são os filmes que podem ser vistos entre o Fórum Lisboa, o Teatro Maria Matos e os Cinemas Londres e São Jorge.

Os filmes que vi em edições passadas superaram as minhas expectativas e como tal este ano também já tenho uns quantos marcados na minha agenda :)

Mais informações no site IndieLx.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Quantos?

"Em média, os portugueses têm relações sexuais com sete parceiros ao longo da vida. Mas todos mentem quando lhes perguntam com quantas pessoas já dormiram: as mulheres reduzem para um terço e os homens aumentam para o dobro."
in capa da "Sábado" de hoje.

A sociedade ainda nos faz tãooo diferentes...

When she comes down...

Faixa de abertura do novíssimo Vantage Point, dos dEUS!

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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

How to fix the internet...

Por mais ridículo que possa parecer, esta situação acabou de acontecer no meu emprego (well...not with a 9 year-old jewish boy :P)...e lembrei-me logo deste vídeo do South Park que me enviaram ontem!!

Enjoy :P


Into my arms...

...foi talvez o grande momento da noite de ontem, com um solo de Nick Cave ao piano, mas a música que mais me marcou foi Straight to You, recuperada de Henry's Dream de 92!

Não sei bem como descrever o ambiente que se viveu num Coliseu lotado!! A presença de Nick Cave em palco foi fascinante, apesar de não me parecer tão sombria como nos álbuns ou como eu imaginaria que fosse!!

Nick Cave entrou em palco de pandeireta na mão para abrir as hostilidades com Night of the Lotus Eaters, do Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!. Aliás, durante todo o concerto predominaram os sons deste novo álbum, apesar desses terem sido os momentos que tiveram uma resposta menos entusiasmada por parte do público (e não sei se terá sido isso que mereceu um "I love you! Even you, you fucking staring statue" por parte de Nick Cave).

O alinhamento principal terminou com Stagger Lee que quase trouxe o Coliseu abaixo. Em resposta aos fortes aplausos, seguíram-se 2 encores, onde não faltou The Lyre of Orpheus, Into My Arms e a fantástica Nobody’s Baby Now, a fechar a noite!

Mais um concerto que vou guardar na caixinha das minhas memórias ;)



ALINHAMENTO:

1. Night of the Lotus Eaters
2. Today’s Lession
3. Red Right Hand
4. Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!
5. Tupelo
6. Moonland
7. Deanna
8. The Ship Song
9. Jesus of the Moon
10. Lie Down Here (& Be My Girl)
11. I Let Love In
12. Papa Won’t Leave You, Henry
13. Midnight Man
14. More News From Nowhere
15. Get Ready For Love
16. Stagger Lee

ENCORE 1:
17. The Lyre of Orpheus
18. Wanted Man
19. Your Funeral My Trial
20. Straight To You
21. Into My Arms

ENCORE 2:
22. We Call Upon The Author
23. Albert Goes West
24. Nobody’s Baby Now

Monday, April 21, 2008

The Boatman's Call revisitado

The Boatman's Call é o meu álbum preferido de Nick Cave mas tenho muita dificuldade em eleger a minha música preferida deste álbum!!

Acho que gosto de "Far from me" e "Idiot Prayer" em exaequo...entre les deux, mon coeur balance :P

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They're taking me down, my friend
And as they uskher me off to my end
Will I bid you adieu?
Or will I be seeing you soon?
If what they say around here is true
Then we'll meet again
Me and you

My time is at hand, my dove
They're gunna pass me to that house above
Is Heaven just for victims, dear?
Where only those in pain go?
Well it takes two to tango
We will meet again, my love
I know

If you're in Heaven then you'll forgive me, dear
Because that's what they do up there
If you're in Hell, then what can I say
You probably deserved it anyway
I guess I'm gunna find out any day
For we'll meet again
And there'll be Hell to pay

Your face comes to me from the depths, dear
Your silent mouth mouths, 'Yes", dear
Dark red and big with blood
They're gunna shut me down, my love
They're gunna launch me into the stars
Well, all things come to pass
Glory hallelujah

This prayer is for you, my love
Sent on the wings of a dove
An idiot prayer of empty words
Love, dear, is strictly for the birds
We each get what we deserve
My little snow white dove
Rest assured


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For you dear, I was born
For you I was raised up
For you I've lived and for you I will die
For you I am dying now
You were my mad little lover
In a world where everybody fucks everybody else over
You who are so far from me
Far from me
So far from me
Way across some cold neurotic sea
Far from me

I would talk to you of all matter of things
With a smile you would reply
Then the sun would leave your pretty face
And you'd retreat from the front of your eyes
I keep hearing that you're doing best
I hope your heart beats happy in your infant breast
You are so far from me
Far from me
Far from me

There is no knowledge but i know it
There's nothing to learn from that vacant voice
That sails to me across the line
From the ridiculous to the sublime
It's good to hear you're doing so well
But really can't you find somebody else that you can ring and tell
Did you ever
Care for me?
Were you ever
There for me?
So far from me

You told me you'd stick by me
Through the thick and through the thin
Those were your very words
My fair-weather friend
You were my brave-hearted lover
At the first taste of trouble went running back to mother
So far from me
Far from me
Suspended in your bleak and fishless sea
Far from me
Far from me

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Em véspera de concerto, aqui fica uma das minhas preferidas, "(Are you) The one that I've been waiting for?", do Boatman's Call, e "Dig, Lazarus Dig!!!", do último álbum.

(Are you) The one that I've been waiting for?




I've felt you coming girl, as you drew near
I knew you'd find me, cause I longed you here
Are you my desitiny? Is this how you'll appear?
Wrapped in a coat with tears in your eyes?
Well take that coat babe, and throw it on the floor
Are you the one that I've been waiting for?

As you've been moving surely toward me
My soul has comforted and assured me
That in time my heart it will reward me
And that all will be revealed
So I've sat and I've watched an ice-age thaw
Are you the one that I've been waiting for?

Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built
Out of longing great wonders have been willed
They're only little tears, darling, let them spill
And lay your head upon my shoulder
Outside my window the world has gone to war
Are you the one that I've been waiting for?

O we will know, won't we?
The stars will explode in the sky
O but they don't, do they?
Stars have their moment and then they die

There's a man who spoke wonders though I've never met him
He said, "He who seeks finds and who knocks will be let in"
I think of you in motion and just how close you are getting
And how every little thing anticipates you
All down my veins my heart-strings call
Are you the one that I've been waiting for?
"

Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!



[Dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Back in that hole.]

Larry made his nest high up in the autumn branches
Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air
He collected up some baby blasted mothers who took their chances
And for a while they lived quite happily up there

He came from New York city man, but he couldn’t take the pace
He thought it was like dog eat dog world
Then he went to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space
With a sweet little San Fransiscan girl.

I can hear my mother wailing and a whole lot of scraping of chairs

I don’t know what it is but there’s definitely something going on upstairs
[Dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
(I want you to dig)[Back in that hole.]

(I want you to dig)

(I want you to dig)Meanwhile Larry made up names for the ladies
Like miss Boo and miss Quick
He stockpiled weapons and took potshots in the air
He feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic
And wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair

I can hear chants and incantations and some guy is mentioning me in his prayers.
Well, I don’t know what it is but there’s definitely something going on upstairs
[Dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
(I want you to dig)[Back in that hole.]

(I want you to dig)

(I want you to dig)Well L New York City man, San Francisco, LA, I don’t know
But Larry grew increasingly neurotic and obscene
I mean he, he never asked to be raised from the tomb
I mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams
He ended up like so many of them do, back on the streets of New York City
In a soup queue, a dopefiend, a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the grave
Ah poor Larry.

But what do we really know of the dead And who actually cares?

Well, I don’t know what it is but there’s definitely something going on upstairs.[Dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
(I want you to dig)[Back in that hole Dig yourself]

Tower of Brussels

O cartoon de Rainer Ehrt, que satiriza a União Europeia como uma Torre de Babel, foi o vencedor do World Press Cartoon 2008.

A exposição pode ser vista até 11 de Maio, no Museu de Arte Moderna - Colecção Berardo, em Sintra, com entrada livre. A não perder!

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Sway

É a Faixa 8 do Konk, novo album dos The Kooks...e já está no meu iPod :)

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"Say whatever you have to say, I'll stand by you.
Do whatever you have to do, to get it out and not become a reaction memory
To hurt the ones you love you know you never meant to but you do
oh yeah you do

Be whoever you have to be, I won't judge you
Sing whatever you have to sing to get it out and not become a recluse about how to come out
I know you never meant to but you do
oh but you do

Still I need your sway, because you always pay for it
And I, and I need your soul because your always soulful
And I and I need your heart, because your always in the right places

And take whatever you have to take, you know I love ya
come however you have to come, and get it out and get it out

Take it out on me, take it out on me
I'll give it you all, I give it you all,i give it
I give you all I give it you all, yes I will give it you all

Cause I need your sway, because you always pay for it
And I, and I need your soul because your always soulful
And I and I need your heart, because your always in the right places

Oh yes I will, I will give it you all

Still I need your sway, because you always pay for it
And I, and I need your soul because your always soulful
And I and I need that heart, because your always in the right places.
"


Friday, April 18, 2008

Todo o amor do mundo não foi suficiente

todo o amor do mundo
não foi suficiente
porque o amor não serve de nada.
ficaram só os papéis e a tristeza,
ficou só a amargura
e a cinza dos cigarros e da morte.
os domingos e as noites
que passámos a fazer planos
não foram suficientes
e foram demasiados
porque hoje são como sangue no teu rosto,
são como lágrimas.
sei que nos amámos muito e um dia,
quando já não te encontrar em cada instante,
cada hora, não irei negar isso.
não irei negar nunca que te amei.
nem mesmo quando estiver deitado,
nu, sobre os lençóis de outra
e ela me obrigar a dizer
que a amo antes de a foder.

Efeito Borboleta

Morreu ontem Edward Lorenz, pai da Teoria do Caos, que tão bem retratou aquele que ficou conhecido como o "efeito borboleta"
"Pode o bater de asa de uma borboleta no Brasil originar um tornado no Texas?"
Apesar desta teoria ter sido formulada para explicar a dinâmica dos sistemas atmosféricos, é curioso como se aplica tão bem à complexidade das nossas vidas, em que grandes acontecimentos podem ser desencadeados por momentos quase insignificantes...

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Porque hoje chove....

...e eu queria tanto que brilhasse o sol :(

A Chuva Desce a Ladeira

A água da chuva desce a ladeira.
É uma água ansiosa.
Faz lagos e rios pequenos, e cheira
A terra a ditosa.

Há muitos que contam a dor e o pranto
De o amor os não qu'rer...
Mas eu, que também não os tenho, o que canto
É outra coisa qualquer.
Fernando Pessoa

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Há fins de tarde assim!!

Ouvir no Chiado os primeiros sons de um "Lusitânia Playboys" e ficar com os acordes do violoncelo nos ouvidos...depois subir a Rua Garret devagarinho, ao ritmo da conversa, e descer em passos leves até ao Largo do Picadeiro para nos sentarmos na esplanada do Café no Chiado, de baixo das árvores, e deixar a tarde acabar preguiçosa, em frente a um chá russo e a um copo de vinho!!

Todos os fins de tarde deviam ser assim :)

Aqui fica o primeiro vídeo para o novo albúm dos Dead Combo!!

Putos a Roubar Maçãs


The National

Boas notícias para quem já não conseguiu comprar bilhete para o concerto de National na Aula Magna (e não está a pensar ir ao Oeiras Alive :P)...a banda vai actuar no Festival Manta, em Guimarães, no dia 18 de Julho. Mais info aqui!

Mistaken for Strangers



You have to do it running but you do everything that they ask you to
cause you don’t mind seeing yourself in a picture
as long as you look faraway, as long as you look removed
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts
so you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves
so you swear you just saw a feathery woman
carry a blindfolded man through the trees
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

Books Written For Girls

by Camera Obscura

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You can compliment me on the style of my hair
Give me marks out of ten for the clothes I wear
You probably thought I had more upstairs
I disappoint you, I can see through your perfect smile

He likes to read books written for girls
Prides himself on being a man of the world
It’s in the darkest places he gets his thrills
He will disappoint you, if you see through his perfect smile

I think separation is ok
You’re no star to guide me anyway
You only wanted me to play the fool
Play by your rule

Now my door has swollen from the rain
God knows we’ll never see her face again
People get shattered in many ways
They can disappoint you if you see through their perfect smiles

I think separation is ok
You’re no star to guide me anyway
You only wanted me to play the fool
Play by your rule

Thursday, April 10, 2008

O número

117.000

...é o número de trabalhadores precários na administração pública!! Mais números preocupantes aqui!

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Destiny

Já há uns anos que gosto muito desta música mas nunca tinha visto o vídeo!!

Me encantó también! Gracias Brunito :)



I lie awake
I've gone to ground
I'm watching porn
In my hotel dressing gown
Now I dream of you
But I still believe
There's only enough for one in this
Lonely hotel suite

The journey's long
And it feels so bad
I'm thinking back to the last day we had.
Old moon fades into the new
Soon I know I'll be back with you
I'm nearly with you
I'm nearly with you

When I'm weak I draw strength from you
And when you're lost I know how to change your mood
And when I'm down you breathe life over me
Even though we're miles apart we are each other's destiny

On a clear day
I'll fly home to you
I'm bending time getting back to you
Old moon fades into the new
Soon I know I'll be back with you
I'm nearly with you
I'm nearly with you

When I'm weak I draw strength from you
And when you're lost I know how to change your mood
And when I'm down you breathe life over me
Even though we're miles apart we are each other's destiny

When I'm weak I draw strength from you
And when you're lost I know how to change your mood
And when I'm down you breathe life over me
Even though we're miles apart we are each other's destiny

I'll fly, I'll fly home
I'll fly home and I'll fly home

Monday, April 07, 2008

Urgentemente

É urgente o Amor,
É urgente um barco no mar.

É urgente destruir certas palavras
ódio, solidão e crueldade,
alguns lamentos,
muitas espadas.

É urgente inventar alegria,
multiplicar os beijos, as searas,
é urgente descobrir rosas e rios
e manhãs claras.

Cai o silêncio nos ombros,
e a luz impura até doer.
É urgente o amor,
É urgente permanecer.
Eugénio de Andrade

Friday, April 04, 2008

"I have a dream"


Martin Luther King morreu há 40 anos, assassinado a tiro num motel em Memphis, na manhã de 4 de Abril de 1968.

No entanto, há seres humanos com a excepcional capacidade de permanecerem vivos através do tempo...tal como aconteceu com este emblemático defensor dos direitos humanos e da igualdade racial! Talvez porque tivesse um sonho e esse sonho continue por concretizar...

São de Luther King algumas das minhas máximas preferidas como estas duas que vos deixo, juntamente com o link para o texto do célebre discurso proferido em Washington DC, a 28 de Agosto de 1963.

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."

"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."

Os novos horizontes do Miradouro de Santa Luzia

Depois da escolha do corredor Chelas - Barreiro, apontado pelo estudo do LNEC como a melhor alternativa para a Terceira Travessia do Tejo, discute-se agora qual o aspecto que terá a futura ponte, com ou sem torres de 200 m de altura!

Enfim...seja como for, certo é que a vista do Miradouro de Santa Luzia, uma das minhas preferidas de toda a cidade de Lisboa, não voltará a ser a mesma!! É triste :(

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Mente aberta

Pois ao que parece tenho uma mente muito aberta para a música...quase escancarada :P


Quem tiver conta na last.fm, pode fazer o teste aqui.

Editors no Campo Pequeno

Nos últimos anos, os Editors devem ser dos poucos grupos que acompanhei desde do início, quando surgiram com umas amostras breves do que seria o seu primeiro álbum, The Back Room! Encantou-me a voz dura, quase agressiva do vocalista Tom Smith, o ritmo "urgente" da maioria das músicas e as letras...sei que há quem não se detenha muito neste último aspecto mas eu gosto de prestar atenção ao sentido daquilo que se canta (principalmente se faço um singing along :P)!!

Vi-os pela primeira vez em palco num fim de tarde de Junho, com o sol a pôr-se por detrás do palco montado no Parque Tejo. Estávamos no SBSR, em 2006. Nessa altura Tom Smith tinha uma presença em palco tímida e contida...mas a voz denunciava algo maior!! E foi o que pude verificar ontem à noite, no Campo Pequeno!


O concerto abriu ao som de "Camera", com a voz de Tom Smith a erguer-se solenemente, apesar da acústica do recinto não ser das melhores!! Seguiu-se "An End as a Start" que abriu portas a um rol de temas cheios de energia, em que o vocalista alternou entre guitarra e piano! Blood, Bullets, Lights, Munich e Bones foram momentos altos, com o público a saltar e cantar em uníssono.

O melhor do concerto foi sem dúvida poder apreciar o prazer com que Tom Smith saltava para cima do piano ou corria o palco de uma ponta a outra, alternando com os momentos em que abraçava o microfone para projectar a voz de forma violenta!! Confesso que há algo de "psycho" na postura do vocalista que me encanta e faz com que todos os temas resultem muito bem ao vivo!! E foi essa postura que tornou especial o momento em que a banda interpretou "Lullaby", dos Cure!! SIM...foi um miminho para mim :D Ninguém chega aos calcanhares de Robert Smith mas Tom Smith esteve quase lá, ao entoar "spiderman is having me for dinner tonight" deitado sobre o piano!!

Depois de fechar com Fingers in the Factories, houve ainda direito a encore com The Racing Rats, You Are Fading e Smokers Outside the Hospital Doors.

A lotação não esgotou (não esquecer que a banda este em Novembro no Restelo e que entretanto não lançou nenhum álbum novo) mas compôs a Praça de Touros e foi bastante efusiva!! Os Editors estiveram à altura e demonstraram que são mais que uma simples mistura de Interpol e Joy Division, como uns e outros insistem em afirmar :P Ah, e sim, a menina teve sorte..."When angers shows" também se ouviu ontem à noite ;)

Alinhamento:
Camera
An End Has a Start
Blood

Bullets

The Weight of the World

Escape the Nest
Lights
When Anger Shows

Banging Heads

Lullaby
(The Cure)
All Sparks

Munich

Push Your Head Towards the Air

Bones
Fingers in the Factories

Encore:
The Racing Rats
You Are Fading

Smokers Outside the Hospital Doors

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

When Anger Shows

Beautiful lyrics...



"It creeps all over you like a dull ache
Think of all the things your hands could make
It pulls you to the ground like soaking wet gloves
The change in your face when anger shows

In that moment you realise
That something you thought would always be there will die
Like everything else

These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I cant make sense of
I need you to tell me its ok
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I cant make sense of
I need you to tell me its ok

You are a sleeping lion in your bed
I will not wake you
You're the moment
Love has passed
We all must learn to hate you
You're a memory from before
Please don't let me forget you
You're the wolves at my door

In that moment you realise
That something you thought would always be there will die
Like everything else

These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I cant make sense of
I need you to tell me its ok
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I cant make sense of
I need you to tell me its ok

How can you know what things are worth
If your hands wont move to do a days work?
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands wont move to do a days work?
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands wont move to do a days work?
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands wont move to do a days work?
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands wont move to do a days work?
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands wont move to do a days work?
How can you know...

These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I cant make sense of
I need you to tell me its ok
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I cant make sense of
I need you to tell me its ok
"