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quarta-feira, 30 de setembro de 2015
Keaton Henson: Small Hands (IV)
terça-feira, 29 de setembro de 2015
Chicago: If You Leave Me Now
segunda-feira, 28 de setembro de 2015
The Band: Tears of Rage
quinta-feira, 24 de setembro de 2015
segunda-feira, 21 de setembro de 2015
Conor Oberst and Gillian Welch: Lua
domingo, 20 de setembro de 2015
sexta-feira, 18 de setembro de 2015
quarta-feira, 16 de setembro de 2015
terça-feira, 15 de setembro de 2015
Aldous Harding: Stop Your Tears (II)
segunda-feira, 14 de setembro de 2015
Ed Askew: Hitchhicking & Deep Water
domingo, 13 de setembro de 2015
Stranded Horse: And The Shoreline It Withdrew In Anger (II)
quinta-feira, 10 de setembro de 2015
Leonard Cohen: One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong (III)
I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes
and I guess he just never got warm.
But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice,
oh please let me come into the storm.
I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me. But the room just filled up with mosquitos, they heard that my body was free. Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your little shoe. And then I confess that I tortured the dress that you wore for the world to look through. I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit. Then he wrote himself a prescription, and your name was mentioned in it! Then he locked himself in a library shelf with the details of our honeymoon, and I hear from the nurse that he's gotten much worse and his practice is all in a ruin. I heard of a saint who had loved you, so I studied all night in his school. He taught that the duty of lovers is to tarnish the golden rule. And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure he drowned himself in the pool. His body is gone but back here on the lawn his spirit continues to drool. An Eskimo showed me a movie he'd recently taken of you: the poor man could hardly stop shivering, his lips and his fingers were blue. I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes and I guess he just never got warm. But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice, oh please let me come into the storm.
Radiohead: Exit Music (for a film) (II)
Wake.. from your sleep The drying of your tears Today we escape, we escape Pack.. and get dressed Before your father hears us Before all hell breaks loose Breathe, keep breathing Don't lose your nerve Breathe, keep breathing I can't do this alone Sing.. us a song A song to keep us warm There's such a chill, such a chill You can laugh A spineless laugh We hope your rules and wisdom choke you Now we are one in everlasting peace
quarta-feira, 9 de setembro de 2015
Silver Apples: I Have Known Love (II)
terça-feira, 8 de setembro de 2015
Little Wings: Light Brang
domingo, 6 de setembro de 2015
Josh T. Pearson: Sweetheart I Ain't Your Christ (III)
I ain't your Saviour or your Christ, or your goddamn sacrifice And when I said I'd give my life, I weren't talking suicide And I'm so tired of tryin' to make it right for a girl who just won't come to the light night after night after night after Christ haunted night And how you bring your gifts to me, tied up and bound in their bows of pink, and gently place them at my feet like I'm some dying Christmas tree And fall down to your sexy knees, gently fold your hands and plead for me to suck out some disease I can't even begin to see You don't need a lover or a friend You need a God and not a mortal man Woman you need born again, again You need a Saviour and i just am not him. Sweetheart, I ain't your Christ
quarta-feira, 2 de setembro de 2015
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