NOUVELLE VAGUE – Friday Night Saturday Morning

…e assim chega finalmente o fim-de-semana

Cool Hand Luke

“What we’ve got here is failure to communicate.”

Rock in Rio: finalmente acertaram uma…

Já toda a gente tinha percebido que o cartaz do rock in rio é sempre uma grande salada de frutas, onde todos podem provar um pouco daquilo que gostam, mas na realidade nunca ninguém sai de lá totalmente satisfeito.

Este ano, para os apreciadores de uma pop mais indie e com reminiscencias dos melhores tempos da pop made in england temos os kaiser chiefs.

Esta banda, embora ainda com pouco airplay nas radios nacionais, é uma das grandes revelações britânicas dos ultimos anos, e ombreia com bandas como os Franz Ferdinand e os Artic Monkeys.

Esta fornada de bandas parece-me muito mais original e mais verdadeira do que aquilo que temos visto nos últimos anos, onde bandas como os Coldplay e os Keane têm reinado.

Em boa hora vieram, pois já não havia paciencia para o pretensiosismo destas bandas…

FF

Morphine… Thursday

   

We used to meet every Thursday
Thursday
Thursday in the afternoon
For a couple a beers
And a game of pool

We used to go to a motel
A motel
A motel across the street
And the name of the motel
Was the “Wagon Wheel”

OH!

One day she said
C’mon C’mon
She said why dont you come back to my house
She said my husbands out of town
You know he’s gone till the end of the month

Well I was just so nervous, so nervous
You know I couldn’t really quite relax
‘Cause I was really never quite sure
When her husband was coming back

It turned out it was one of the neighbors
One of the neighbors, one of the neigbors that saw my car
And they told her, yeah they told her
They think they know who you are

Well her husband is a violent man
A very violent and jealous man
Now I have to leave this town
I gotta leave while I still can

We should have kept it every Thursday
Thursday
Thursday in the afternoon
For a couple of beers
And a game of pool

She was pretty cool too!

Tori Amos… Wednesday

   

Nothing here to fear
I’m just sitting around
being foolish when
there is work to be done
Just a hang-up call
and the quiet breathing
of our Persian we call
Cajun on a Wednesday

so we go from year to year
with secrets we’ve been keeping
Though you say you’re not a Templar man

Seems as if we’re circling
for very different reasons
But one day the Eagle has to land

Out past the fountain
a left by the station
I start the day in the usual way
Then think — well why not —
and stop for a coffee
then begin to recall
things that you say

No one’s at the door
You suggest a ghost
perhaps a phantom
I agree with this in part
Something is with us
I can’t put my finger on —
is Thumbelina size 10
on a Wednesday —

so we go from year to year
with secrets we’ve been keeping
Though you say you’re not a Templar man

you tell me to cheer up
you suspect we’re oddly even
Even still the Eagle has to land

Out past the fountain
a left by the station
I start the day in the usual way
Then think — well why not —
and stop for a coffee
then begin to recall
things that you say

Pluck up the courage
and snap
It’s gone again
I start humming “When Doves Cry”
Can someone help me
I think that I’m Lost here
Lost in a place called America

Pink Floyd – Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

the_passenger

Rolling Stones… Ruby Tuesday (como a semana passa devagar…)

 

She would never say where she came from
Yesterday dont matter if its gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows
She comes and goes

Goodbye, ruby tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still Im gonna miss you…

Dont question why she needs to be so free
Shell tell you its the only way to be
She just cant be chained
To a life where nothings gained
And nothings lost
At such a cost

Theres no time to lose, I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams
And you will lose your mind.
Aint life unkind?

Goodbye, ruby tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still Im gonna miss you…

New Order… Blue Monday

   

How does it feel
To treat me like you do
When youve laid your hands upon me
And told me who you areI thought I was mistaken
I thought I heard your words
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now how do I feel

Those who came before me
Lived through their vocations
From the past until completion
They will turn away no more

And I still find it so hard
To say what I need to say
But Im quite sure that youll tell me
Just how I should feel today

I see a ship in the harbor
I can and shall obey
But if it wasnt for your misfortunes
Id be a heavenly person today

And I thought I was mistaken
And I thought I heard you speak
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now how should I feel

Now I stand here waiting

I thought I told you to leave me
While I walked down to the beach
Tell me how does it feel
When your heart grows cold
(grows cold, grows cold, grows cold)

Morrissey… Everyday is like sunday (e não é que ele tem mesmo razão?)

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon – come armageddon!
Come, armageddon! come!

Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
How I dearly wish I was not here
In the seaside town
…that they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come – nuclear bomb

Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(and on your face…)
(on your face …)
(on your face …)
(on your face …)

Everyday is like sunday
Win yourself a cheap tray
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey

9 de Julho: Feriado Nacional (2)

Super Bock Super Rock 2008