The National - Apartment Story (live)

The National - Apartment Story

Be still for a second while I try and try to pin your flowers on
Can you carry my drink I have everything else
I can tie my tie all by myself
I'm getting tied, I'm forgetting why

Oh we're so disarming darling, everything we did believe
is diving diving diving diving off the balcony
Tired and wired we ruin too easy
sleep in our clothes and wait for winter to leave

Hold ourselves together with our arms around the stereo for hours
While it sings to itself or whatever it does
when it sings to itself of its long lost loves
I'm getting tied, I'm forgetting why

Tired and wired we ruin too easy
sleep in our clothes and wait for winter to leave
but I'll be with you behind the couch when they come
on a different day just like this one

We'll stay inside til somebody finds us
do whatever the TV tells us
stay inside our rosy-minded fuzz for days
We'll stay inside til somebody finds us

do whatever the TV tells us
stay inside our rosy-minded fuzz

so worry not
all things are well
we'll be alright
we have our looks and perfume

stay inside til somebody finds us
do whatever the TV tells us
stay inside our rosy-minded fuzz

so worry not
all things are well
we'll be alright
we have our looks and perfume on

Vive la Fête - La Vérité

Vive La Fête - La Vérité Lyrics


Je te le jure tu as ma parole
je te dis la vérité
je t'explique ce qui s'est passé
dis moi je ne suis pas si conne
tu es comme moi comme moi
je te dis la vérité
j'en suis bien fachée (x 6)

amour de ma vie ???
je te dis la vérité
je t'explique ce qui s'est passé
dis moi je ne suis pas si conne
tu es comme moi comme moi

Je te le jure tu as ma parole
je te dis la vérité
je t'explique ce qui s'est passé
dis moi je ne suis pas si conne
tu es comme moi comme moi
je te dis la vérité
j'en suis bien fachée (x 6)

Je te le jure tu as ma parole
je te dis la vérité
je t'explique ce qui s'est passé
dis moi je ne suis pas si conne
tu es comme moi comme moi
je te dis la vérité
j'en suis bien fachée (x 11)

The National - Boxer, fabuloso álbum de uma banda que não conhecia, agora irei conhecer o resto da discografia deles, este álbum é neste momento o que tenho andado a ouvir no iPod, estou encantado. Cinco Estrelas.

Bloodhound Gang - Fire Water Burn

Blonde Redhead - 23

Thom Yorke - Harrowdown Hill

The National - Mistaken For Strangers

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há musicas intemporais, ele passa, elas não. esta é uma dessas para mim.

I Know It's Over - The Smiths

  Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
 And as I climb into an empty bed
 Oh well. Enough said.
 I know it's over - still I cling
 I don't know where else I can go

 Oh ... Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
 See, the sea wants to take me
 The knife wants to slit me
 Do you think you can help me?
 Sad veiled bride, please be happy
 Handsome groom, give her room
 Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
 (Though she needs you
 More than she loves you)
 And I know it's over - still I cling
 I don't know where else I can go
 Over and over and over and over
 Over and over, la ...

 I know it's over
 And it never really began
 But in my heart it was so real
 And you even spoke to me, and said :
 "If you're so funny
 Then why are you on your own tonight?
 And if you're so clever
 Then why are you on your own tonight?
 If you're so very entertaining
 Then why are you on your own tonight?
 If you're so very good-looking
 Why do you sleep alone tonight?
 I know ... 'Cause tonight is just like any other night
 That's why you're on your own tonight
 With your triumphs and your charms
 While they're in each other's arms..."

 It's so easy to laugh
 It's so easy to hate
 It takes strength to be gentle and kind
 Over, over, over, over
 It's so easy to laugh
 It's so easy to hate
 It takes guts to be gentle and kind
 Over, over

 Love is Natural and Real
 But not for you, my love
 Not tonight, my love
 Love is Natural and Real
 But not for such as you and I, my love

 Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

um pouco do passado longínquo.

Forbidden Colours

The wounds on your hands never seem to heal
I thought all I needed was to believe

Here am I, a lifetime away from you
The blood of Christ, or the beat of my heart
My love wears forbidden colours
My life believes

Senseless years thunder by
Millions are willing to give their lives for you
Does nothing live on?

Learning to cope with feelings aroused in me
My hands in the soil, buried inside of myself
My love wears forbidden colours
My life believes in you once again

I'll go walking in circles
While doubting the very ground beneath me
Trying to show unquestioning faith in everything
Here am I, a lifetime away from you
The blood of Christ, or a change of heart

My love wears forbidden colours
My life believes
My love wears forbidden colours
My life believes in you once again

As histórias que contam acerca de um sentimento existente entre personagens de um enredo, iniciado no passado e no passado terminado, têm apenas um fim possível, o que já aconteceu.
Por outro lado, as iniciadas no passado e no futuro terminadas, um qualquer fim podem ter. O melhor se possível, o melhor de nós no mínimo, se possível nunca um mau, nenhum desleal.
As histórias que narram esse mesmo sentimento entre personagens do futuro, tendem a terminar ou com uma metáfora sobre um fim passado do autor, ou com uma projecção de um sonho do autor, ou com um fim insípido.
Porque o futuro é, é e sempre será a parte do tempo mais individual, o passado e o presente sempre o partilhamos com alguém, o futuro pode ser apenas nosso e é nele que devemos nos projectar, sempre.
O futuro a Deus pertence, logo pertence-me.
Quando o futuro for presente, se Deus quiser, será então partilhado com quem nele existir.

O MB. dentro da televisão a ver-me a jogar, com o Corbu deitado na cama

The Sounds - Night after Night