Les Éclats De Mon Rire

A tua ausencia consome-me.

Once there was a man
who had a little too much time on his hands
he never stopped to think that he was getting older.
When his night came to an end
He tried to grasp for his last friend and pretend
That he could wish himself health on a four-leaf clover

He said is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town

Its three o' clock in the morning
You get a phone call from the queen with a hundred heads
She says that they're all dead
She tried the last one on
It couldn't speak, fell off
And now she just wanders the halls
Thinking nothing, thinking nothing at all

She says is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town

The wheelies are cutting pavement
and the Skeksis at the rave meant
to hide deep inside
their sunken faces
and their wild, rolling eyes
But their callous words reveal
That they can no longer feel
Love or sex appeal
The patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal

To return to Oz we've fled the world
With smiles and clenching jaws
Please help me friend from coming down
I've lost my place and now it can't be found
Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town

Scissor Sisters

(Just to you: follow the yellow brick road with me)

Que os desejos caibam todos no sapatinho (se possivel nos 2).

Viens-tu du ciel profond ou sors-tu de l'abîme,
Ô Beauté ? ton regard infernal et divin,
Verse confusément le bienfait et le crime,
Et l'on peut pour cela te comparer au vin.

Tu contiens dans ton oeil le couchant et l'aurore ;
Tu répands des parfums comme un soir orageux ;
Tes baisers sont un philtre et ta bouche une amphore
Qui font le héros lâche et l'enfant courageux.

Sors-tu du gouffre noir ou descends-tu des astres ?
Le Destin charmé suit tes jupons comme un chien;
Tu sèmes au hasard la joie et les désastres,
Et tu gouvernes tout et ne réponds de rien.

Tu marches sur des morts, Beauté, dont tu te moques ;
De tes bijoux l'Horreur n'est pas le moins charmant,
Et le Meurtre, parmi tes plus chères breloques,
Sur ton ventre orgueilleux danse amoureusement.

L'éphémère ébloui vole vers toi, chandelle,
Crépite, flambe et dit : Bénissons ce flambeau !
L'amoureux pantelant incliné sur sa belle
A l'air d'un moribond caressant son tombeau.

Que tu viennes du ciel ou de l'enfer, qu'importe,
Ô Beauté, monstre énorme, effrayant, ingénu !
Si ton oeil, ton souris, ton pied, m'ouvrent la porte
D'un Infini que j'aime et n'ai jamais connu ?

De Satan ou de Dieu, qu'importe ? Ange ou Sirène,
Qu'importe, si tu rends, – fée aux yeux de velours,
Rythme, parfum, lueur, ô mon unique reine ! –
L'univers moins hideux et les instants moins lourds.

Keep me searching for a heart of gold
Keep me searching but I'm growing old
Keep me searching for a heart of gold
Keep me searching but I'm getting old

Rita Redshoes

You Only Live Twice or so it seems,
One life for yourself and one for your dreams.

You drift through the years and life seems tame,
Till one dream appears and love is its name.

And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on,
Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone.

This dream is for you, so pay the price.
Make one dream come true, you only live twice.

And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on,
Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone.

This dream is for you, so pay the price.
Make one dream come true, you only live twice.


Nancy Sinatra

Red is my bed!!!

You don't understand me
But if the feeling was right
You might comprehend me
And why do you feel the need to tease me
Why don't you turn it around
It might be easier to please me

And there's always another point of view
A better way to do the things we do
And how can you know me
And I know you
If nothing is true

Why do you think that you are doing
But who is the fool, the fool or the fool
that you are fooling
And maybe I just don't see the reason
But in the corner of my heart your ignorance is treason

You think you know how I feel
Its not that big of a deal
There's no such thing its not real

You don't understand me
But if the feeling was right
You might comprehend me
And I don't claim to understand you
But I've been looking around
And I haven't found anybody like you


The Raconteurs

What is it, I don’t remember
Made my being so much better
If I can have just one pure thought

What is it, I don’t remember
Made my being so much better
If I can have just one pure thought

I won’t be on my way
I won’t be on my way
(There is no other way out)
I won’t be on my way
I’ll help you on your way

I won’t be on my way
I won’t be on my way
(There is no other way out)
I won’t be on my way
There’s nothing more to say

So far, as you’ve seen
We’ve been the (?) team
To bear arms since Arnold Rogers was (?)
And although the Macarena has entirely been
I believe you will appreciate the rest of this dream

I got some lost damn feeling
Like I’m feeling in threat
I was the child in the forest
With the bones and the bread
I was a train at the point
Where the rail-road ends
Trying to roll across sound

On your steam in my hands

It was a trip that wouldn’t wanna take again
It is a trip that I thought would never end
It was a trip that wouldn’t wanna take again
It is a trip that I thought would never end

What is it, I don’t remember
Made my being so much better
If I can have just one pure thought

What is it, I don’t remember
Made my being so much better
If I can have just one pure thought

What is it, I don’t remember
Made my feeling so much better
If I can have just one pure thought

I won’t be on my way
I won’t be on my way
I won’t be on my way
I won’t be on my way

I won’t be on my way
I won’t be on my way
I won’t be on my way
I’ll help you on your way

I won’t be on my way
I won’t be on my way
I’ll help you on my way
There is nothing more to say



Hot Chip

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?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
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 we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.



Pink Floyd

Can't get the stink off
He's been hanging round for days
Comes like a comet
Suckered you but not your friends
One day he'll get to you
And teach you how to be a holy cow

You do it to yourself, you do
and that's what really hurts
You do it to yourself, just you
you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself

Don't get my sympathy
Hanging out the 15th floor
changed the locks three times
He still comes reeling through the door
one day i'll get to you
And teach you how to get to purest hell

You do it to yourself, you do
and that's what really hurts
You do it to yourself, just you
you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself

You do it to yourself, you do
and that's what really hurts is
You do it to yourself, just you
you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself, yourself, yourself.


Radiohead

Will those feet in modern times
Walk on soles that are made in China?
Feel the bright prosaic malls
And the corridors that go on and on and on

I was blind - couldn't see
We are one incomplete
I was blind - in the city
Waiting for light wind to be saved
Cause love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again

Will those feet in modern times
Understand this world's affliction
Recognise the righteous anger
Understand this world's addiction?

I was blind - couldn't see
What was here in me
I was blind - insecure
I felt like the road was way too long, yeah
Cause love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm feeling again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again, again, again, again, again

Cause love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that you're feeling again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again, again

Will those feet in modern times
Walk on soles made in China?
Will those feet in modern times
See the bright prosaic malls?
Will those feet in modern times
Recognise the heavy burden
Will those feet in modern times
Pardon me for my sins
Love is noise
Come on


The Verve

You look like... a perfect fit,
For a girl in need... of a tourniquet.
But can you save me?
Come on and save me...
If you could save me,
From the ranks of the freaks,
Who suspect they could never love anyone.

'Cause I can tell... you know what it's like.
A long farewell... of the hunger strike.
But can you save me?
Come on and save me...
If you could save me,
From the ranks of the freaks,
Who suspect they could never love anyone.

You struck me dumb, Like radium
Like Peter Pan, or Superman,
You have come... to save me.
Come on and save me...
If you could save me,
From the ranks of the freaks,
Who suspect they could never love anyone,
Except the freaks,
Who suspect they could never love anyone,
But the freaks,
Who suspect they could never love anyone.

Come on and save me...
Why don't you save me?
If you could save me,
From the ranks of the freaks,
Who suspect they could never love anyone,
Except the freaks,
Who suspect they could never love anyone,
Except the freaks,
Who could never love anyone.


Aimee Mann

Just as he hit
The ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets
riddle me this
three half eaten corn ears
who hit the aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped

Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave

You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go


The Mars Volta

Let's dance little stranger
Show me secret sins
Love can be like bondage
Seduce me once again

Burning like an angel
Who has heaven in reprieve
Burning like the voodoo man
With devils on his sleeve

Won't you dance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility

Like an apparition
You don't seem real at all
Like a premonition
Of curses on my soul

The way I want to love you
Well it could be against the law
I've seen you in a thousand minds
You've made the angels fall

Won't you dance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility

Come on little stranger
There's only one last dance
Soon the music's over
Let's give it one more chance

Won't you dance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility

Take a chance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility


Nouvelle Vague

All the king's horses and all the king's men, couldn't put(...)together again!

...e as tuas maos foram minhas com calma [how i wish]

tell ya something that i’ve found, that the world's a better place when it’s upside down (if you love me,won’t you let me know?)

A ciencia que tem como base o estudo deste nosso insignificante planeta perdido num imenso universo. Geografia, a combustao da Terra. Enquanto geografos dizem-nos que temos que ser proactivos. O que e' ser proactivo? Segundo a minha definiçao, daquilo que assimilo (ponto discutivel), consta-me que e uma atitude presente na vida de alguns de nos e que nos faz antevermos os cenarios de futuro. Subentende-se entao que nos precavamos de forma a que quando eles se concretizam, os problemas nao sejam resolvidos na altura, com as contrariedades que podem surgir e que podem desencadear falhas. Aplica-se entao uma estrategia orientada visto que ja tinhamos previsto aquela situaçao. Estarei eu familiarizada com este termo? A nivel profissional nao me restam duvidas, toda eu serei proactividade por dentro enquanto geografa ;) Mas e entao nos dominios mais simplistas? Ou nao querendo ser redutora, mais mundanos da vida? Quando queremos, todos o somos. Parte da motivaçao (e aqui ela ja existe). Mas tu seras? A inercia e' um entrave 'a tua expansividade, nao te deixes consumir. Se proactivo...

P.S. Ja agora, qual e' o combustivel e o comburente dessa combustao geografica?

When I die, so will the voices in the wind...

Don’t you be wasting all your money
On syrup and honey
Cause I’m so eaten up(Cause I'm sweet enough)
Don’t you be using every minute
On making a living
Because we got our love
Listen to me, 1,2,3
Baby, baby, baby spend your time on me

Don’t you be out all night long
Leaving me all alone
Because I, I need your love
Don’t you be spending everyday working away
Because I’m waiting for you
Listen to me, 1,2,3
Baby, baby, baby spend your time on me

Spend it, spend it, spend your time on me
Please baby
Mmmm
Please baby


Duffy