Tindersticks - A marriage made in heaven

She fell in love with my singing
She knew the bells started ringing
She thought there was only her there
But, me, I just live for the clapping

A hand delivery of an invite to my premiere
When he fell in love, I was acting

I sent her flowers, asked her to marry me

But all I heard was their clapping

Now she cries with a cigarrette at the window

He croons and moans like hes hurting

She cries so well

He croons and moans, just croons and moans

Now, I never thought [i had no idea] she needed direction

And he was at the mercy of his writers

For the songs I needed [for me] to touch her

Those sad, sad songs to make me happy

Now she cries with a cigarrette at the window

He croons and moans like hes hurting

She cries so well

He croons and moans, just croons and moans

We re-enact the love scenes from her/my movies

But I never thought, but she uses a stand-in

His voice is croakier every day now

And she cries so well

Post 100

O número 100 é sempre um número mágico…talvez por estar relacionado com a palavra século (conjunto de 100 anos) e/ou pela palavra centena (número de 3 dígitos), a verdade é que aos números 100, 200, 300… associa-se sempre algo especial. Algo que passou e que sendo somado, deixa uma sensação de plenitude.

Inicialmente, este número faz-me recordar o que está para trás, os pequenos posts que foram sendo colocados para chegar AQUI, mas mais que isso, deixa-me a vontade de seguir em frente. Olhar o futuro, encara-lo com optimismo e com o desejo que os próximos 100 sejam (no mínimo) tão especiais e marcantes quanto estes o foram.
A Vida, o Destino, as Coincidências, o Universo ou o que lhe quiserem chamar, por vezes batem à nossa porta inesperadamente. Neste dia 23 foi isso que sucedeu. A minha amiga M, Jornalista com maiúscula e com um coração que abriga este mundo e o próximo, teve a sua primeira manchete! Deste modo o meu post 100, será principalmente um elogio a toda a sua capacidade de luta, querer, determinação, força de vontade e talento que tornaram este momento tão especial, possível.
Muitos Parabéns, desejo-te tudo de bom e sei que o futuro te continuará a sorrir, porque tu M, mereces!
A todos desejo um Feliz Natal e uma entrada em 2010 inspirada.

The Doors -The soft parade (40th anniversary edition)

I am troubled Immeasurably By your eyes
By your eyes I am struck By the feather
Of your soft Reply
The sound of glass Speaks quick Disdain
And conceals What your eyes fight
To explain

When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer…
Petition the Lord with prayer…
Petition the Lord with prayer…
You cannot petition the Lord with prayer!

Can you give me sanctuary?
I must find a place to hide,
A place for me to hide.

Can you find me soft asylum?
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door.

Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy,
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
There's only four ways to get unraveled —
One is to sleep and the other is travel at dawn.
One is a bandit up in the hills,
One is to love your neighbor till
His wife gets home.

Catacombs,
Nursery bones,
Winter women
Growing stones,
Carrying babies
To the river;
Streets and shoes,
Avenues,
Leather riders
Selling news,
The monk bought Lunch.

He he he, he bought a little.
Yes, he did
Woo!

This is the best part of the trip.
This is the trip, the best part
I really like it.

What'd he say?
Yeah!
Yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh
Huh!
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number!

Successful hills are here to stay,
Everything must be this way.
Gentle streets where people play,
Welcome to the Soft Parade.

All our lives we sweat and save,
Building for a shallow grave.
“Must be something else”, we say
“Somehow to defend this place.”
Everything must be this way,
Everything must be this way, yeah. Aah, yeah!

The Soft Parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum.
People out to have some fun,
Cobra on my left,
Leopard on my right, yeah.

Deer woman in a silk dress,
Girls with beads around their necks,
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night.

Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter,
The radio is moaning,
Calling to the dogs.
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard,
But it's getting harder
To describe sailors
To the underfed.

Tropic corridor,
Tropic treasure,
What got us this far,
To this mild equator?
We need someone or something new,
Something else to get us through, yeah. C'mon!

1st voice 2nd voice 3rd voice
Callin' on the dogs,
Callin' on the dogs,
But it's gettin' harder Callin' on the dogs,
Callin' in the dogs,
Callin' on the dogs,
Callin' on the gods.
You gotta
Meet me Too late, baby!
Shoot a few animals аt the crossroads Too late!
let out in the yard.
But it's getting harder Whoa!
Gotta meet me You’ve done great, hey!
at the edge of town, Having a good time.
You’d better come along
outskirts of the city Let’s fun!
Just you and I
and the evening sky. We are so alone.
Better bring your gun You’d better come along.
You’d better bring your gun.
We’re gonna have some fun! Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure.
“When all else fails,
We can whip the horse's
Eyes and make them sleep
and cry.”

Tindersticks - Can We Start Again

So many times
I said that I love them
Looking over my shoulder at the door
So many times
I can't live without her
The wheel kept turning round
My feeling's changed
I went my own way
What can I say
To make you stay?

Cos in my dreams
They smother all over me
And I'm trying to explain
So many arms
Reach from my memories
Pull all at once
I'm lost amongst
The folds in their skin
I did you wrong
But I'm sorry now
And I'll show you how
If you were here now

You couldn't change
you wouldn't understand

but I'm ready now I'm ready now
I'll make you proud I was your man
and sing a song
but it's so ugly now
and I'll show you how

cos I'm ready now
I'm ready now
I'm ready now
I'm ready now
Hey I'm ready now

Can we start again?

so many times I said that I loved them
I'm ready now
but I'm ready now

Can we start again?

so many times
I can't live without her
The years was more than I could bear

It's turning round
But in my dreams Can we start again?
They smother all over me I'm ready now
And I'm trying to explain Can we start again?
So many arms reach from my memory
The wheels kept turning round

The Doors: Wintertime Love

Wintertime winds blow cold the season,
Fallin' in love I'm hopin' to be.
Wind is so cold, is that the reason
Keeping you warm, your hands touching me.

Come with me, dance, my dear,
Winter's so cold this year,
You are so warm, my wintertime love to be.

Winter time winds, blue and freezin'
Comin' from Northern storms in the sea,
Love has been lost, is that the reason
Trying so desperately to be free.

Come with me, dance, my dear,
Winter's so cold this year,
And you are so warm, my wintertime love to be

La, la, la, la…

Come with me, dance, my dear,
Winter's so cold this year,
You are so warm, my wintertime love to be.

Tindersticks: Buried bones

I could take all the craziness out of you
That's what I loved you for
Take away all the oranges, greens and blues
That's what I loved you for

Take a look at me
You think it really could be that easy?
I mean, take a look at me
You think it really could be that easy for you?

I know about guys, I know where they live

And you're just the same
The ones that matter fight against themselves

But it's so hard to change
Hey, I could love you
Take all that love away from you
Hey, I could love you
Put you in this box I've made for two

So you could take all this craziness out of me
That's what you love me for
Well, I don't mean to laugh
But if you know all this
You must be halfway there

Well, like that dress tonight, you won't know as it falls from you
Turn around and it's winter, darling
Look in the mirror and it won't be you

So you're an old, old dog
You've been around the block

So many times
And it's the same old turns
Same old feelings straight down the line

Yeah, I can love you
Grab that leash and drag you to a place you'd never know

I know where my bones are buried
May take me a while, but I'd find my way home

A SILENT FILM: You Will Leave a Mark

I am so ashamed,
I am so ashamed of all the trouble I have caused
I am so ashamed of all these un-opened doors
I am so ashamed of what I have become.

Oh, my heart is bursting again
Don't leave this mark
Your eyes are turning away

I am of the west,
I am fair skinned I deserve a bullet in my chest
If I have no religion I've no reason to be scared
I am going to hell but I just don't care.