Hoje apetece ouvir zita swoon...

uma grande banda...pouco conhecida, mas muito grande.

30 days are all that's left....then we'll see

hot. hotter. hottest


THINKING ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME





I'm thinking about you all the time
Is it the howl of the devil or a sound devine?
I know it's wrong but I know it's right
I gotta get a grip on you somehow

I spend my days and I spend my nights
going over every second of the time we had
going over the scenes
going over the dreams
but tripping over all the edges of reality

I'm thinking about you all the time
But it don't do me no good it puts
my love on the line
It's something in the air
It feels cold as ice
I guess that every time you play
you gotta pay the price

I'm thinking about you all the time
Who are you anyway? You precious ghost of mine
I hope that when you leave I will survive
But today I feel like drowning in a
sea of wine

I know it sounds bizarre but that's the way it is
I dread the moment I will call you for another kiss
I never ever had a doubt about the life I lead
but since we met I can t help
wondering if that's all I need

the apples and the pears they taste so good
the summer s coming up and it will do me good
the birds are singing in the trees

all that s lacking is a little bit of
inner peace

I'm thinking about you all the time
but I don't really know why, it's an emotional crime
I gotta get back to where I was before
But when I get there, all I do is think some more

I'm thinking about you all the time
Is it the howl of the devil or a sound devine?
I know it's wrong but I know it's right
I gotta get a grip on you somehow
I gotta get a grip on you somehow
I gotta get a grip on you somehow

Now I'm telling my troubles to strangers

Esta música prova o génio de Tom Waits...duas músicas misturadas ao vivo....brutal

choices....changes

I hate choices.
Oh, I know they are here for the best...but
I
HATE
THE
FUCKERS.

Is it fear? I call it rationality.
I'm no coward, I'm just cautious. I'd happily walk on a 200 meters long circus wire, as long as I made sure the safety net was right below me.
You see, I have a big issue with choices. Hence I procrastinate and, while doing so, I dwelve in a never ending brainstorm as if I seriously believe I am capable of reaching a safe conclusion.
Choices are a logistic nightmare for someone like me, a fearsome supporter of rationality and certainty.
But, as I'm being held back by it, I must put aside my rationality, as I always intended to do, and jump on the fucking bandwagon of those who, simply put, just don't give a fuck about it.
If I'm afraid of the fall too much money will be spent on safety nets.
Caution has held me back for far too long.Rationality makes me feel like I can plan an uncertain future.
The next step I take will be taken blindly and in the last possible second.
No more consideration for what those around me believe.
I'll try and NOT give a fuck about it all.
Nothing will change me, I won't allow it.

the truth

e o meu não está já no lixo que ainda se aproveita alguma peça.....

JAM WANTS!!!! NOWWWWWWWWWW. LOL

Eu já tenho tantos instrumentos em casa...mais um não fazia mal...eu tenho instrumentos que quase ninguém conhece...portanto...DO WANT

You know this one's for you

You can say so...nothing's gonna change the world.

Rants ....

When I see an impossible couple together for long, I can't help but feel how much this world isn't how it should be.
Seing a couple you know won't end up well...together...they are together somehow...you're not jealous, you're just unhappy...
Because you know you could have a good relationship...yet, as the world seems to strive for your misery, you are not joined.
What's worst? A couple, posing as happy , pretending it was love and not the animal characteristic fear of being alone making them join hands, Or the distance affecting two souls through their social stigma, that makes them feel like they can't have strong feelings for someone whose body can't be touched that instance?
Why do we allow a stigma to erase happiness? Things don't have to change...admitting your heart has control over you doesn't change your life.
You know this is true...you know you could just admit it.....I promise it won't change a thing... just say it, you know who you are.
Sometimes the truth can change lifes.

.....há 18 anos, o mundo musical perdeu um génio.

e mais uma musica....esta relacionada com os meus "rants" de há 2 posts atrás.

voltar ao passado distante....LOL

Tanta vez passei esta música no meu programa da rádio...até enjoava...o meu amigo Venâncio deve lembrar-se LOL Também era a única música decente da banda
"There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how!"

these fucking answerless questions.

I was always a man who loved getting answers...but I was always too afraid of asking the right questions.
Never felt like being stuck in the dark. Not knowing the truth to everything made me feel as I was looking into a dim horizon.
I need to understand the Why's to everything that stands in my way...
Maybe I'm too scared.Maybe I'm overconfident in my own failure.
I'm an impersonation of oxymorons. And you understand me, don't you? Maybe not, maybe so. Maybe the feelings I have are no more than a one way connection.
But I won't ask...
It's not the negative output that may come from your lips or your fingers.
It's not that wicked chemical effect that would crash my brain with the perception of a positive answer on the way.
It's just that, either way , I would never feel like I've had enough of an answer.
I would just stick to knowing you feel it too.....but I don't know If I'd like the answer.

This fucked up world.

The moment you realize that you are likely to have feelings for someone you've never met in person, you may also start to think that you weren't made to be where and who you currently are. And such feelings can screw with your head and heart in ways you never though possible because, not only have you never believed in strong passionate emotions, but you never even felt like YOU could have them.
It's like jumping into an empty pool because, deep down inside, you know something will hold you.

You're worshipping it.

Um desenho feito num instante.
Conversas com os amigos inspiraram, os martinis ajudaram.

There's something about this song

hoje ainda não parei de ouvir esta música...mas não enjoa...

Apoio de improviso

Não será a primeira vez, porque gosto de promover a cultura da minha terra, que aqui falo de algum grupo ou acontecimento cultural.
Até hoje, e tenho de o afirmar com toda a sinceridade, pouco mais promovi para além de grupos músicais de amigos e conhecidos (os missing link, os anavrin, etc e et ad infinitum ou não infinito).
Hey!Não me podem culpar, porra, O BLOG É MEU!
Mas hoje venho promover um grupo de teatro amador( ou será um grupo amador de teatro?), cujas origens desconheço e cujas fundadoras , parece-me, também desconheço.
Eu sou assim e, tal como a cultura na minha bela cidade de Peniche, também eu vou vagueando pelas sombras...desconhecido e sem tropeçar em alarmes.

Ao que parece o grupo está a procura de colaboradores. Eu não me posso oferecer...gosto de representar mas isto de estar sem o fazer desde a escola e de usarem a palavra "improviso" assusta-me um bocadito.
Mas faço aqui a minha parte.


O flyer informativo vai ser postado de seguida mas, e peço imensa desculpa pela sinceridade, como tiveram a terrível ideia de juntar letras de vermelho sangue em preto, dificultando assim a visualização dos contactos, seguido á imagem estará também um link para o blog do grupo.

Façam favor de "clicar" aqui para se dirigirem ao blog em questão!

OOOHH, DO WANT.....LIKE....NOW!! LOL

http://www.newscientist.com/article/dn18146-contact-lenses-to-get-builtin-virtual-graphics.html

Ich habe keine lust.

A verdade é essa...

Ich hab' keine lust... viver neste mundo de atrasados mentais deixa-me assim....kalt....so kalt...
Deixo de ter vontade porque, cada vez mais, me parece que o sucesso está reservado aos ótarios.

Another drawing

Depois do mês e meio referido anteriormente, e do desenho meio "blergh" que postei há dias...finalmente um desenho a sério...
Estar sem desenhar durante uma data de tempo parece fazer efeito.
Chamo-lhe "the window to her soul", e tem um não sei quê de desejo que o karma seja aplicável (HEHEHE)

Help

Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone, help.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me?

And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I've never done before.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

TAKAPARIU!!! FINALMENTE.

Finalmente sinto a inspiração a voltar...takapariu, tava a ver que não.

itch.






Uma música para acompanhar

Em duas palavras: Bru Tal

A orquestra filármonica da Islândia tem um convidado....diferente.LOL

THE TRUTH!! LOL

An old Irish proverb says:

You build a dozen roads, but do they call you Connor the road-builder? No. You sire six wonderful sons, but do they call you Connor the child-rearer? No. But you fuck one sheep...

aah.......eu sabia que não era o único.

Gamers will understand...

Com agradecimento à olhos lindos.

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