Beethoven, Symphony No 7, II

Portugal Anos 60

Nazaré - Eduardo Gageiro

Bach - Cello Suite No.1

Violinista: Yo-Yo Ma

Nenhuma forma de arte se compara à musica.

Handel

Butterfly Caught

Massive Attack - Butterfly Caught

Dear Darkness

"Dear darkness
Dear darkness
Won't you cover, cover me again?
Dear darkness, dear
I've been your friend for many years.

Won't you do this for me, Dearest Darkness
And cover me from the sun
And the words tightening
The words are tightening
Around my throat and, and

Around the throat of the one I love
Tightening, tightening, tightening
Around the throat of the one I love
Tightening, tightening, tightening

Dear Darkness
Dear Darkness
Now it's your time to look after us

Cause we kept your clothes, we kept your business
When everyone else was having good luck

So now it's your time, time to pay
To pay me and the one I love
With the worldly goods you stashed away
With all the things you took from us."

PJ Harvey

I would rather be ashes than dust...

"I would rather
be ashes than dust!
I would rather
that my spark
should burn out
in a brilliant blaze
than it should be
stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be
a superb meteor,
every atom of me
in magnificent glow,
than a sleepy and
permanent planet.
The proper function of man
is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days
in trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time."

Jack London

Weltschmerz

We're In This Together

I've become impossible
holding on to when
when everything seemed to matter more
the two of us
all used and beaten up
watching fate as it flows down the path we
have chose

you and me
we're in this together now
none of them can stop us now
we will make it through somehow
you and me
if the world should break in two
until the very end of me
until the very end of you

awake to the sound as they peel apart the skin
they pick and they pull
trying to get their fingers in
well they've got to kill what we've found
well they've got to hate what they fear
well they've got to make it go away
well they've got to make it disappear

the farther I fall I'm beside you
as lost as I get I will find you
the deeper the wound I'm inside you
for ever and ever I'm a part of

you and me
we're in this together now
none of them can stop us now
we will make it through somehow
you and me
if the world should break in two
until the very end of me
until the very end of you

all that we were is gone we have to hold on
when all our hope is gone we have to hold on
all that we were is gone but we can hold on

you and me
we're in this together now
none of them can stop us now
we will make it through somehow
you and me
even after everything
you're the queen and I'm the king
nothing else means anything

Coerência

How To Disappear Completely

That there
That's not me
I go
Where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the Liffey
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

In a little while
I'll be gone
The moment's already passed
Yeah it's gone
And I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here


[Radiohead]

Dose Dupla

radiohead-just

"A realidade não tem qualquer importância. Só a percepção importa".

Fumar

Não comecei a fumar para ser adulto ou "viril". Comecei a fumar porque sou horrorosamente tímido e porque o cigarro é com certeza a maior defesa dos tímidos. Primeiro, porque ocupa as mãos e simula um arzinho de à-vontade. E, segundo, porque esconde e protege ou cria a ilusão de que esconde e protege. Por detrás de um cigarro, o mundo parece mais seguro. Mesmo se andam por aí a garantir que não.


Vasco Pulido Valente

PENSO QUE PENSO

PENSO QUE PENSO
[Adolfo Luxúria Canibal / Miguel Pedro]

Caminho em silêncio
Distraído por um pensar
Que me turba o andar
Penso que penso
E fico a ouvir-me a pensar
Que penso que penso
Este pensamento
Torna-se um tormento
Penso que penso
Que penso que penso
Sempre o mesmo a dobrar
Como vozes a segredar
Penso que penso
Que penso que penso
Que ainda vou flipar
Flipar

ESTOU FARTO DE MIM ESTOU FARTO DE MIM
ESTOU FARTO DE MIM ESTOU FARTO DE MIM

Já não posso mais andar
Com tanta voz a murmurar
Levado pelo vento
Penso que penso
Que penso que penso
Que penso que penso
E se penso em parar
É mais um pensamento
Que me fica a ecoar
Outra voz a segredar
Outra voz a murmurar
Murmurar...

Murmurar murmurar murmurar murmurar murmurar murmurar murmurar
Murmurar murmurar murmurar murmurar murmurar murmurar murmurar

ESTOU FARTO DE MIM ESTOU FARTO DE MIM
ESTOU FARTO DE MIM ESTOU FARTO DE MIM

Black N.1 - Coliseu de Lisboa