sexta-feira, 4 de janeiro de 2008
I Really Want You - James Blunt
Many prophets preach on bended knee
Many clerics wasted wine
Through those bloody sheets
On those cardboard streets
I have wasted time
Are there silver shores on paradise?
Can I come in from the cold?
I killed a man in a far away land
My enemy untold
I really want you to really want me
But I really don't know if you can do that
I know you want to know what's right
But I know it's so hard for you to do that
And time's running out as often it does
And often dictates that you can't do that
If they can't break this feeling inside
That's burning up through my veins
I really want you
I really want you
I really want you now
No matter what I say or do
The message isn't getting through
And you're listening to the sound
Of my breaking heart
I really want you
I really want you
Is a poor man rich in solitude?
[I Really Want You lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
Or will mother earth complained
Did the beggar pray for a sunny day but
Lady luck for rain
They say a million people bow and scream
To an effigy of gold
As so life begin
And the ship we're in
And history unfold
I really want you to really want me
But I really don't know if you can do that (I really want you)
I know you want to know what's right
But I know it's so hard for you to do that (I really want you)
And time's running out as often it does
And often dictates that you can't do that
If they can't break this feeling inside (now)
That's burning up through my veins
I really want you
I really want you
I really want you now
No matter what I said or do
The message isn't getting through
And you're listening to the sound
Of my breaking heart
No matter what I said or do
The message isn't getting through
And you're listneing to the sound
Of my breaking heart
Happy
Intwine
Happy
Isn't it strange
That the stars don't shine no more now since you're gone
Isn't it strange
That we can't look back and say just what went wrong
Isn't it strange
That you told me one thing suddenly changed your mind
Isn't it strange
That you called me for me turn away and leave me behind
I wanna know where we are
Should I pretend and let things be
I wanna know when what you've done
Could you come face to face with me
Now it feels like I'm drowning
Feels like I'm drowning without you
I know the feeling
'Cause I felt this all before
I hope you don't feel just like me
I hope you don't feel just like me
I hope you don't feel just like me
I hope you're happy
Isn't it strange
That the world seems to turn away when I try to explain
What's so strange
That two can't be as one and another same
And it feels like I'm drowning
Feels like I'm drowning without you
I know the feeling
'Cause I felt this all before
And it feels like I'm dying
Feels like I'm dying now I know the truth
I hope you don't feel just like me
I hope you don't feel just like me
I hope you don't feel just like me
I hope you're happy
Don't feel just like me
I hope you don't feel just like me
I hope you don't feel just like me
I hope you're happy
Don't feel just like me
I hope you don't feel just like me
Fuck I hope you feel much worse than me
Maybe not so happy
Not so happy, yeah, not so happy, yeah
Not so happy, welcome to my world
Not so happy, yeah, not so happy, yeah
Not so happy, welcome to my world
Lightning Crashes - LIVE
lightning crashes, a new mother cries
her placenta falls to the floor
the angel opens her eyes
the confusion sets in
before the doctor can even close the door
lightning crashes, an old mother dies
her intentions fall to the floor
the angel closes her eyes
the confusion that was hers
belongs now, to the baby down the hall
oh now feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.
lightning crashes, a new mother cries
this moment she's been waiting for
the angel opens her eyes
pale blue colored iris,
presents the circle
and puts the glory out to hide, hide
All I Want to Do is Make Love to You
It was a rainy night
When he came into sight,
Standing by the road,
No umbrella, no coat.
So I pulled up alongside
And I offered him a ride.
He accepted with a smile,
So we drove for a while.
I didn’t ask him his name,
This lonely boy in the rain.
Fate, tell me it’s right,
Is this love at first sight?
Please don’t make it wrong,
Just stay for the night.
All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will
You want me too
All I wanna do is make love to you
I’ve got lovin’ arms to hold on to
So we found this hotel,
It was a place I knew well
We made magic that night.
Oh, he did everything right
He brought the woman out of me,
So many times, easily
And in the morning when he woke all
I left him was a note
I told him
I am the flower you are the seed
We walked in the garden
We planted a tree
Don’t try to find me,
Please don’t you dare
Just live in my memory,
You’ll always be there
All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I wanna do is make love to you
I’ve got lovin’ arms to hold on to
Oh, oooh, we made love
Love like strangers
All night long
We made love
Then it happened one day,
We came round the same way
You can imagine his surprise
When he saw his own eyes
I said please, please understand
I’m in love with another man
And what he couldn’t give me
Was the one little thing that you can
All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will, you want me too
All night long
All night long
All night long
All night long
Frequência do F_ _ _-SE
O nível de stress de uma pessoa é inversamente proporcional à quantidade de "foda-se!" que ela diz. Existe algo mais libertário do que o conceito do "foda-se!"? O "foda-se!" aumenta a minha auto-estima, torna-me uma pessoa melhor. Reorganiza as coisas. Liberta-me. "Não quer sair comigo?! Então, foda-se!" "Vai querer mesmo decidir essa merda sozinho(a)?! Então, foda-se!" O direito ao "foda-se!" deveria estar assegurado na Constituição. Os palavrões não nasceram por acaso. São recursos extremamente válidos e criativos para dotar o nosso vocabulário de expressões que traduzem com a maior fidelidade os nossos mais fortes e genuínos sentimentos. É o povo a fazer a sua língua. Como o Latim Vulgar, será esse Português Vulgar que vingará plenamente um dia.
"Comó caralho", por exemplo. Que expressão traduz melhor a ideia de muita quantidade que "comó caralho"? "Comó caralho" tende para o infinito, é quase uma expressão matemática. A Via Láctea tem estrelas comó caralho, o Sol é quente comó caralho, o universo é antigo comó caralho, eu gosto de cerveja comó caralho, entendes?
No género do "comó caralho", mas, no caso, expressando a mais absoluta negação, está o famoso "nem que te fodas!". Nem o "Não, não e não!" e tampouco o nada eficaz e já sem nenhuma credibilidade "Não, nem pensar!" o substituem. O "nem que te fodas!" é irretorquível e liquida o assunto. Liberta-te, com a consciência tranquila, para outras actividades de maior interesse na tua vida.
Aquele filho pintelho de 17 anos atormenta-te pedindo o carro para ir surfar na praia? Não percas tempo nem paciência. Solta logo um definitivo "Jorginho, presta atenção, filho querido, nem que te fodas!". O impertinente aprende logo a lição e vai para o Centro Comercial encontrar-se com os amigos, sem qualquer problema, e tu fechas os olhos e voltas a curtir o CD.
(...)
Há outros palavrões igualmente clássicos. Pense na sonoridade de um "Puta que pariu!", ou seu correlativo "Pu-ta-que-o-pa-riu!", falado assim, cadenciadamente, sílaba por sílaba. Diante de uma notícia irritante, qualquer "puta-que-o-pariu!", dito assim, põe-te outra vez nos eixos. Os teus neurónios têm o devido tempo e clima para se reorganizarem e encontrarem a atitude que te permitirá dar um merecido troco ou livrares-te de maiores dores de cabeça. E o que dizer do nosso famoso "vai levar no cu!"? E a sua maravilhosa e reforçadora derivação "vai levar no olho do cu!"? Já imaginaste o bem que alguém faz a si próprio e aos seus quando, passado o limite do suportável, se dirige ao canalha de seu interlocutor e solta: "Chega! Vai levar no olho do teu cu!"? Pronto, tu retomaste as rédeas da tua vida, a tua auto-estima. Desabotoas a camisa e sais à rua, vento batendo na face, olhar firme, cabeça erguida, um delicioso sorriso de vitória e renovado amor íntimo nos lábios. E seria tremendamente injusto não registar aqui a expressão de maior poder de definição do Português Vulgar: "Fodeu-se!". E a sua derivação, mais avassaladora ainda: "Já se fodeu!". Conheces definição mais exacta, pungente e arrasadora para uma situação que atingiu o grau máximo imaginável de ameaçadora complicação? Expressão, inclusive, que uma vez proferida insere o seu autor num providencial contexto interior de alerta e autodefesa. Algo assim como quando estás a conduzir bêbedo, sem documentos do carro, sem carta de condução e ouves uma sirene de polícia atrás de ti a mandar-te parar. O que dizes? "Já me fodi!" Liberdade, igualdade, fraternidade e foda-se!
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