Comments: Posted 11:08 PM by Szum
Frank Sinatra neste blog? Errado! A clássica canção New York do ícone americano aparece aqui na versão da Cat Power.Tá no disco aí abaixo.

Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it - new york, new york
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it - new york, new york

I wanna wake up in a city, that doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill - top of the heap

These little town blues, are melting away
Ill make a brand new start of it - in old new york
If I can make it there, Ill make it anywhere
Its up to you - new york, new york

Comments: Posted 12:19 PM by Szum
Será que o Ben tocou essa no Planeta Atlântida? Acho difícil...Dá uma olhada também no vídeo no You Tube de Porque é Proibido Pisar na Grama, de 1971.

Acordei com uma vontade de saber como eu ia
E como ia meu mundo
Descobri que além de ser um anjo eu tenho cinco inimigos
Preciso de uma casa para minha velhice
Porém preciso de dinheiro pra fazer investimentos
Preciso às vezes ser durão
Pois eu sou muito sentimental meu amor
Preciso falar com alguém que precise de alguém
Prá falar também
Preciso mandar um cartão postal para o exterior
Prá meu amigo Big Joney
Preciso falar com aquela menina de rosa
Pois preciso de inspiração
Preciso ver uma vitória do meu time
Se for possível vê-lo campeão
Preciso ter fé em Deus
E me cuidar e olhar minha família
Preciso de carinho pois eu quero ser compreendido
Preciso saber que dia e hora ela passa por aqui
E se ela ainda gosta de mim
Preciso saber urgentemente
Porque é proibido pisar na grama

Comments: Posted 10:22 PM by Szum
O Wilco é a banda que todos adoram amar.Gosto do som dos americanos, mas a rasgação de seda é bem exagerada. O último trabalho dos caras é...Beatles! Alguma novidade?Mas What Light (assim como o resto do último disco) é bacana.

If you feel like singing a song
And you want other people to sing along
Just sing what you feel
Don't let anyone say it's wrong

And if you're trying to paint a picture
But you're not sure which colors belong
Just paint what you see
Don't let anyone say it's wrong

And if you're strung out like a kite
Or stung awake in the night
It's alright to be frightened

When there's a light (what light)
There's a light (one light)
There's a light (white light)
Inside of you

If you think you might need somebody
To pick you up when you drag
Don't loose sight of yourself
Don't let anyone change your bag

And if the whole world's singing your songs
And all of your paintings have been hung
Just remember what was yours is everyone's from now on

And that's not wrong or right
But you can struggle with it all you like
You'll only get uptight

Because there's a light (what light)
There's a light (one light)
There's a light (white light)
There's a light (what light)
There's a light (one light)
There's a light (white light)
There's a light (what light)
There's a light (one light)
There's a light (white light)
There's a light (what light)
There's a light (one light)
There's a light (white light)
Inside of you

Comments: Posted 9:45 PM by Szum
Segundo post que faço do último trabalho do Kings of Leon. Charmer mantém a pegada das boas canções de Because of the Times. Para ter em casa.

She's such a charmer oh no.
She's such a charmer oh no.
She's always looking at me.
She's always looking at me.
She's such a charmer oh no.

She's stole my karma oh no.
Sold it to the farmer oh no.
She's always looking at me.
She's always looking at me.
She's such a charmer oh no.

Born in west virginia oh no.
Married to the preacher oh no.
Shes always looking at me.
Shes always looking at me.
Shes such a charmer oh no.

Shes always looking at me.
Shes always looking at me.
Shes such a charmer oh no. oh no.

Comments: Posted 1:08 PM by Szum
Quer comprar um disco nacional, adquira o seu exemplar de Uma Tarde na Fruteira, o disco "esquecido"do Júpiter Maçã.O melhor disco nacional do ano até agora?Curta A Menina Super Brasil.

A Menina, ja foi ativista
A Menina, ja foi militante
A Menina, não é mais grevista
A Menina, é mais intimista
A Menina, é super atitude
Super Brasil, Super Brasil,
Super Brasil...

A Menina, é cover da Face
A Menina, percebe o estilo
A Menina, ouve os Mutantes
A Menina, ama Tom Zé
A Menina, é super atitude
Super Brasil, Super Brasil,
Super Brasil...

Little girl, bonzons actvicst
A Menina, é cover da Face
Little girl, bonzons militant
A Menina, ouve os Mutantes
A Menina, é super atitude
Super Brasil, Super Brasil,
Super Brasil...

Comments: Posted 10:02 PM by Szum
As tradicionais listas de melhores do ano sempre apresentam alguns sons que desconhecemos. O Burial, um inglês, figurava no topo de uma série de publicações especializadas. Dá uma conferida em Ghost Hardware e me diz o que acha...

Comments: Posted 9:38 PM by Szum
O Grammy é uma chatice e todo mundo sabe disso.De vez em quando acontecem coisas boas, como a noite de ontem ter sido dominada pela Amy. O vozeirão da guria mais o dedo do Mark Ronson merecem os prêmios.You Know I'm No Good é o post de hoje.

Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull T-shirt
You say "why did you do it with him today?"
And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray

'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good

Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy
He's in the place, but I can't get joy
Thinking of you in the final throws
This is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet your chicks and bitter
You say when we're married, 'cause you're not bitter
There'll be none of him no more
I cry for you on the kitchen floor

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was troubled
You know that I'm no good

Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
We're like how we were again
I'm in the tub, you're on the seat
Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you notice a lickle carpet burn
My stomach drops and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst
To truly stuck the knife in first

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was troubled
You know that I'm no good

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was troubled
Yeah, you know that I'm no good

Comments: Posted 2:16 PM by Szum
Muitos fazem críticas à produção recente do Depeche Mode. Discordo totalmente,afinal os ingleses fazem um tecnopop muito acima da média atual.John the Revelator é uma dessas canções de tremer a pista.

John the Revelator
Put him in a elevator
Take him up to the highest high
Take him up to the top where the mountains stop
Let him tell his book of lies

John the Revelator
He's a smooth operator
It's time we cut him down to size
Take him by the hand
And put him on the stand
Let us hear his alibis

By claiming God as his only rock
He's stealing a god from the Israelite
Stealing a god from a Muslim, too
There is only one god through and through

Seven lies, multiplied by seven, multiplied by seven again
Seven angels with seven trumpets
Send them home on the morning train
Well who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
All he ever gives us is pain
Well who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
He should bow his head in shame

Bye-bye
Bye-bye
Bye-bye
Bye-bye

Seven lies, multiplied by seven, multiplied by seven again
Seven angels with seven trumpets
Send them home on the morning train
Well who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
All he ever gives us is pain
Well who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
He should bow his head in shame

Bye-bye
Bye-bye
John the Revelator
Bye-bye
John the Revelator
Bye-bye
John the Revelator

Comments: Posted 11:45 PM by Szum
Dica de CD para o final de semana: Marquee Moon, do Television. Clássico da banda de Tom Verlaine,com sua conhecidíssima faixa-título.

I remember
how the darkness doubled
I recall
lightning struck itself.
I was listening
listening to the rain
I was hearing
hearing something else.

Life in the hive puckered up my night,
the kiss of death, the embrace of life.
There I stand neath the Marquee Moon Just waiting,
Hesitating...
I ain't waiting

I spoke to a man
down at the tracks.
I asked him
how he don't go mad.
He said "Look here junior, don't you be so happy.
And for Heaven's sake, don't you be so sad."

Well a Cadillac
it pulled out of the graveyard.
Pulled up to me
all they said get in.
Then the Cadillac
it puttered back into the graveyard.
And me,
I got out again.

Comments: Posted 4:26 PM by Szum
Bela melodia de Closer do Travis para despoluir os ouvidos de tanta porcaria que ouvimos nessa época.

I've had enough of this parade.
I'm thinking of the words to say.
We open up unfinished parts,
Broken up, it's only love.

And when I see you then I know it will be next to me
And when I need you then I know you will be there with me
I'll never leave you...

Just need to get closer, closer,
Lean on me now,
Lean on me now,
closer, closer,
Lean on me now,
Lean on me now.

Keep waking up (waking up), without you here (without you here).
Another day (another day), another year (another year).
I seek the truth (seek the truth), we set apart (we set apart)
Second glance, a second chance.

And when I see you then I know it will be next to me
And when I need you then I know you will be there with me
I'll never leave you...

Just need to get closer, closer,
Lean on me now,
Lean on me now,
closer, closer,
Lean on me now,
Lean on me now (lean on me now).

And when I see you then I know it will be next to me
And when I need you then I know you will be there with me
I'll never leave you... just need to get...

Just need to get closer, closer,
Lean on me now,
Lean on me now,
closer, closer,
Lean on me now,
Lean on me now (lean on me now).

Comments: Posted 12:40 PM by Szum
Música eletrônica combina com o Carnaval.Minha dica é Like a Pen, dos suecos do Knife.

Sharpen my body like a pen
Come on no need to show it
Something too small for a lens
If I rub it if I wipe it

Guys like single men nothing swallowed
You like the feeling
I am all over the lane
Come on no need to show it

Back on the mountain again
I was standing watching seasons
You're not my only friend
I'm too heavy, I'm the verdict

Sitting and thinking of myself
It's a shiny, shiny morning
And when the light finds my eye
I'll be feeling like a sin

I hold my breath and can't you see
I know, oh oh
I must be as I'm already greased
Will it show, in my show
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