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- interlúdio para o regresso parte 2 -

"Walking on a dream
How can I explain
Talking to myself
Will I see again

We are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it
Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it
On and on and on we are calling out and out again
Never looking down I’m just in awe of what's in front of me

Is it real now
When two people become one
I can feel it
When two people become one

Thought I'd never see
The love you found in me
Now it’s changing all the time
Living in a rhythm where the minutes working overtime

Catch me I'm falling down
Catch me I'm falling down

Don't stop just keep going on
I'm your shoulder lean upon
So come on deliver from inside
All we got is tonight that is right till first light"



- "Walking On A Dream", Empire Of The Sun

- interlúdio para o regresso -

"Lonely little love dog that
No one knows the name of
I know why you cry out
Desperate and devout

Timid little teether
Your eyes set on the ether
Your moon in a bella luna and
Howling hallelujah

Nameless you above me
Come lay me low and love me
This lonely little love dog
That no one knows the name of

Curse me out in free verse
Wrap me up and reverse this
PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE
UNTIL IT'S SILENCE BURNS YOU

And something slow
Has started in me as
Shameless as an ocean
Mirrored in devotion

Something slow
Has sparked up in me
As dog cries for a master
Sparks are whirling faster

Lonely little love dog
That no one knows the ways of
Where the land is low is
Where the bones'll show through

Lonely little love dog
That no one knows the days of
Where the land is low is
Where the water flows to
And holds you"

- "Love Dog", Tv On The Radio

Pérolas em Novi Sad, Sérvia

Quando se viaja tem-se estas pérolas, tanto de Portugal como na Sérvia:

"Em todos os locais do mundo existe uma brasileira de lábios carnudos à espera de encontrar um visto e um amor eterno. Só tens de estar atento." - PJNO

"Se a Sérvia tivesse as colónias que a Dinamarca e Portugal tiveram, hoje seria 7 vezes melhor que os dois países!" - Estudante Sérvio de Medicina, uma verdadeira enciclopédia da História Real Portuguesa, a reagir ao nosso desagrado de às 6h00 tudo já estar fechado...

Brooklyn Heights Promenade - Nova Iorque, EUA

Provavelmente o melhor sítio para se observar Manhattan. Com caminhos enormes para andar, correr, passear com o cão (com hora marcada), namorar, escrever best-sellers... A partir daqui, Brooklyn torna-se um mundo diferente, com um marcado antagonismo sócio-cultural.

2 videoclips de duas bandas a ter em conta + 1 de uma clássica obrigatória = satisfação plena!

Vectores musicais...

Tenho bastante dificuldade em perceber se é interessante colocar letras das músicas nos livros. Quando li o About a Boy (versão original), muito recomendado pelo Nuno Markl (o seu livro preferido - acho que a minha aversão a ele continuou aí...), concluí que as letras das músicas não funcionam muito bem para quem não está a ter o contacto com elas ou nem as conhece. E isso continuou noutros livros...

Daí ser reticente em colocar letras de músicas aqui. Mas como as músicas são uma entidade semi-paralela da minha vida (estão sempre lá e quando querem entram para definir muita coisa, de uma subtil omnipresença), por vezes irei fazer uma excepção (a regra será pôr a música e/ou o álbum).

Ficam, assim, duas excelentes letras, que me dizem muito, e servem de alarme para o que fizer com a minha vida...

LCD Soundsystem - "All My Friends"
Album: "Sound Of Silver" (2007)

That's how it starts
We go back to your house
We check the charts,
and start to figure it out

And if it's crowded, all the better,
because we know
we're gonna be up late.
But if you're worried about the weather
then you picked the wrong place to stay
That's how it starts

And so it starts
You switch the engine on
We set controls for the heart of the sun,
one of the ways we show our age.

And if the sun comes up,
if the sun comes up,
if the sun comes up
and I still don't wanna stagger home
then it's the memory of our betters
that are keeping us on our feet.

You spent the first five years
trying to get with the plan,
and the next five years
trying to be with your friends again.

You're talking 45 turns
just as fast as you can,
yeah, I know it gets tired,
but it's better when we pretend.

It comes apart,
the way it does in bad films.
Except in parts,
when the moral kicks in.

Though when we're
running out of the drugs
and the conversation's winding away.
I wouldn't trade one stupid decision
for another five years of life

You drop the first ten years
just as fast as you can,
and the next ten people
who are trying to be polite.
When you're blowing eighty-five days
in the middle of France,
Yeah, I know it gets tired
only where are your friends tonight?

And to tell the truth.
Oh, this could be the last time.
So here we go,
like a sail's force into the night

And if I made a fool,
if I made a fool,
if I made a fool
on the road, there's always this.
And if I'm sewn into submission,
I can still come home to this.

And with a face like a dad
and a laughable stand,
you can sleep on the plane
or review what you said.
When you're drunk
and the kids leave impossible tasks
you think over and over,
"hey, I'm finally dead."

Oh, if the trip and the plan
come apart in your hand,
you look contorted on yourself
your ridiculous prop.
You forgot what you meant
when you read what you said,
and you always knew
you were tired, but then,
where are your friends tonight?

Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?

If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight.


MGMT - "Future Reflections"
Album: "Oracular Spectacular" (2007)

And there were future reflections
On the face and the hands
On a green colored island
On a primitive man
It was the future reflected
It felt familiar but new
A street was missing a building
The kids had something to do

There was a feeling the spirit was leaving
Red like a marker
So my tribe, with my knife
Cut the heart from a lonely life

I saw patterns on floorboards
Deep in the dust was a leader
Someone was walking on floorboards
Turned them from oak to cedar
He can assess the situation
I wrapped a string around my finger
Into the forest with the young ones
I don't expect to be a winner

But as long as you feel it
I'm a believer
My heart is phosphor
Sea rolls and death tolls
Break the surface don't break my bones

Off of the trail and off of your hands and
Onto a new plan
Is the cost to stay lost
Forever in an empty skin
Pale and thin

If it's good, or if it's fortune, I can't tell
But pieces come together for some reason just as well
Their guns couldn't see us
There's a sea outside my door
And one day I'll appreciate
The rush of blood and the washed out beat of the shore

SOS: América precisa de contacto, humano...

Curioso como uma frase do principal filme de Paul Haggis, Colisão, servir de motor para No Vale de Ellah:

Graham: It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.

Contacto humano. Em tempos em que toda a gente sabe tudo e nada sabe, falta o lado humano a preencher mais um número, um número de mais uma vítima colateral da Guerra. Quebra psicológica, distorção da realidade, nada justifica um pai perder mais um filho. Bom filme.

Yerebatan Sarayı - Istambul, Turquia

Se há local onde o tempo é irrelevante, passando a reinar o nosso tempo, ditado pelos nossos pensamentos, introspecções... esse local será Yerebatan Sarayı, a Cisterna Basílica, em Istambul, Turquia.

Obrigado pelas tuas depressões me fazerem feliz!

Dia 27 de Março de 2008: uma das bandas que mais presenciou os "sour times" da minha adolescência finalmente foi por mim vista! Os Portishead em 2008 são os Portishead, inteligentemente actuais, mas eles mesmo. E Beth Gibsons está em excelente forma, a arrepiar uma casa cheia! E é sempre interessante sentir que ouvir o álbum antes de ele sair faz a diferença para acompanhar, em mímica bucal (ou soletrar silencioso), tão brilhantes músicas.

Momento alto do concerto foi a sequência "Wandering Stars" (quase que tirada do baú) - "Machine Gun": do íntimo para o absoluto sonoro, sem rodeios, nem ligações... desconsertantemente belo! O menos alto do concerto foi a prática actual de captar o máximo possível, caindo no ridículo de se ver um concerto meio-ao vivo, meio-ecrã LCD das máquinas digitais...

Tão lindo que tive dificuldades em adormecer, de tão feliz que estava...

Fiquem com uma amostra da abertura do concerto e depois um videoclip obrigatório (também ele presente no Coliseu, num dos pontos altos, quando Beth Gibbons, a agarrar o microfone com as duas mãos, estica um dedo para o público cantando o refrão):