Comments: Posted 12:15 AM by Szum
Do último do McCartney, vem a boa Ever Present Past. São os velhos do passado dominando o cenário do rock internacional atual.

I've got too much on my plate
Don't have no time to be a decent lover
I hope it isn't too late
Searching for the time that has gone so fast
The time that I thought would last
My Ever Present Past

I've got too much on my mind
I think of everything to be discovered
I hope there's something to find
Searching for the time that has gone so fast
The time that I thought would last
My Ever Present Past

[Chorus:]
The things I think I did
I do, I think I did
The things I think I did
When I was a kid

[Bridge:]
I couldn't understand a word that they were saying
But still I hung around and took it all in
I wouldn't join in with the games that they were playing
It went by, it went by, in a flash
It flew by, it flew by, in a flash

[Guitar solo]

There's far too much on my plate
Don't have no time to be a decent lover
I hope it's never too late
Searching for the time that has gone so fast
The time that I thought would last
My Ever Present Past

The things I think I did
I do, I think I did
The things I think I did
When I was a kid

The things I think I did
I do, I think I did
The things I think I did
When I was a kid, when I was a kid

Comments: Posted 11:54 PM by Szum
Ian Brown e Sinéad O'Connor. É um dos (poucos) bons momentos do ex-Stone Roses em seu mais novo trabalho solo.Confere Illegal Attacks.

So what the f... is this UK
Gunnin' with this US of A
In Iraq and Iran and in Afganistan

Does not a day go by
When not the Israeli Air Force
Fail to drops it's bombs from the sky?

How many mothers to cry?
How many sons have to die?
How many missions left to fly over Palistine?
'Cause as a matter of facts
It's a pact, it's an act
These are illegal Attacks
So bring the soldies back
These are illegal attacks
It's contracts for contacts
I'm singing concrete facts
So bring the soldiers back

What mean ya that you beat my people
What mean ya that you beat my people
And grind the faces of the poor

So tell me just how come were the Taliban
Sat burning incense in Texas
Roaming round in a Lexus
Sittin' on six billion oils drums
Down with the Dow Jones
Up on the Nasdaq
Pushed into the war zones

It's a commercial crusade
'Cause all the oil men get paid
But only so many soldiers come home
It's a commando crusade
A military charade
And only so many soldiers come home

What mean ya that you beat my people
What mean ya that you beat my people
And grind the faces of the poor

Soldiers, soldiers come home
Soldiers come home

Through all the blood and sweat
Nobody can forget
It ain't the size of the dog in the fight
It's the size of the fight in the dog on the day
Or the night
There's no time to reflect
On the threat, the situation, the bark nor the bite
These are commercial crusades
'Cause all the oli men get paid
These are commando crusades
Commando tactical rape
And from the streets of New York and
Baghdad to Tahran and Tel Aviv
Bring forth the prophets of the Lord
From dirty bastards fillin' pockets
With the profits of greed

These are commercial crusades
Commando tactical raids
Playin' military charades to get paid

And who got the devils?
And who got the Lords?
Build yourself a mountain
Drink up in the fountain
Soldiers come home
Soldiers come home
Soldiers come home
Soldiers come home

What mean ya that you beat my people
What mean ya that you beat my people
And grind the faces of the poor

Comments: Posted 8:51 PM by Szum
Esse é o novo EP do Ryan Adams. Calmo e com uma boa versão para Down in a Hole, do Alice in Chains.

Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers
In a tomb... in bloom

Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
You don't understand who they
Thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man
Who won't let himself be

Down in a hole, feellin' so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied

Down in a hole and they've put all
The stones in their place
I've eaten the sun so my tongue
Has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty
Of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more
of my feelings beneath

Down in a hole, feellin' so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied

Bury me softly in this womb
Oh I want to be inside of you
I give this part of me for you
Oh I want to be inside of you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers (Oh I want to be inside of you)
In a tomb...in bloom
Oh I want to be inside...

Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
Down in a hole, losing control
Down in a hole, outta control
I'd like to fly but my
Wings have been so denied

Comments: Posted 10:20 PM by Szum
P.J. Harvey e um piano dominam o último trabalho da britânica. Angustiante, por sinal.Confere When Under Ether.

The ceiling is moving
Moving in time
Like a conveyor belt
Above my eyes

When under ether
The mind comes alive
But conscious of nothing
But the will to survive

I lay on the bed
Waist down undressed
Look up at the ceiling
Feeling happiness

Human kindness

The woman beside me
Is holding my hand
I point at the ceiling
She smiles, so kind

Something's inside me
Unborn and unblessed
Disappears in the ether
This world to the next
Disappears in the ether
One world to the next

Human kindness

Comments: Posted 7:57 AM by Szum
Lançado no final de julho desse ano, Who's Gonna Find Me está no último trabalho do Coral.Boas guitarras nessa que é a melhor faixa dos caras.

It's six in the morning
And theres noone else around
The mist has fallen
As i look out on the town

It's playing on my mind
Wasting all my time, away

It's too close for tears
And it too hard to forget
It's too close for tears
I think i thought i said

It's playing on my mind
Wasting all my time, away
Who's gonna find me?
Tell me where i can go?
Who's gonna find me, searching, alone.

The face in the mirror
It's a face ive never met
Until i forgive her ill remember to forget

It's playing on my mind
Wasting all my time, away
Who's gonna find me?
Tell me where i can go?
Who's gonna find me, searching, alone.

And the hours, they build
From underneath the spell, once again

It's 6 in the evening
And im sweeping up the day
The people beneath them
But i am here to stay

It's playing on my mind
Wasting all my time, away
Whos gonna find me?
Tell me where i can go?
Who's gonna find me, searching, alone.
(x2)

Comments: Posted 12:46 PM by Szum
Trilha sonora composta pelo Eddie Vedder é a dica para o domingão. Society é um dos pontos altos do trabalho do vocalista do Pearl Jam.

Oh, it's a mystery to me
We have a greed with which we have agreed
And you think you have to want more than you need
Until you have it all you won't be free

Society, you're a crazy breed
Hope you're not lonely without me...

When you want more than you have
You think you need...
And when you think more than you want
Your thoughts begin to bleed
I think I need to find a bigger place
Because when you have more than you think
You need more space

Society, you're a crazy breed
Hope you're not lonely without me...
Society, crazy indeed
Hope you're not lonely without me...

There's those thinking, more-or-less, less is more
But if less is more, how you keeping score?
Means for every point you make, your level drops
Kinda like you're starting from the top
You can't do that...

Society, you're a crazy breed
Hope you're not lonely without me...
Society, crazy indeed
Hope you're not lonely without me...

Society, have mercy on me
Hope you're not angry if I disagree...
Society, crazy indeed
Hope you're not lonely without me...