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- 3 C - Consumo Crítico E Consciente - Ain't Got No...i've Got Life
1,2 heart, soul I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes Ain't got no money, Ain't got no class Ain't got no skirts, Ain't got no sweaters Ain't got no perfume, Ain't got no bed Ain't got no mind Ain't got no mother,Ain't...
- Fad Gadget - State Of The Nation - Original E Ao Vivo Em 2002
State of the nation A room you never use See yourself in power That sweet sick enemy Home is where there's danger Send it to your friend State of the nation A room you never use Life begins when you're ready to face it I've changed my mind...
- The Chameleons - Second Skin
Notes by Mark Burgess- The song went through two titles before it finally became Second Skin. It started it's life as Dreams In Celluloid and then became Films and had different lyrics, dealing with the immortality of cinema stars. It evolved after...
- Animal Collective - Peacebone
My Peace Bone got found in a dinosaur wing Jumped in all over the mules and slowly shrinking Its was a jugular vein in a juggler’s gown It was supposedly leaking most interesting colors From my fingers Lived in the sand Blue grass/dress and letters...
- The Lighthouse:: O Farol
Reflexão O farol, precisamos dele como os marinheiros/pescadores para fugir dos perigos e chegar a bom porto. Um farol cantado há 100 anos pode ajudar a reaprender a observar os acontecimentos e abraçar com bravura o presente, sem hipotecar as gerações...
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The Antlers - Two
Começo a encontrar e-bandas realmente muito interessantes. Este tema para mim é belíssimo e os Antler prometem, não acham?
In the middle of the night I was sleeping sitting up,
when a doctor came to tell me, "Enough is enough."
He brought me out into the hall (I could have sworn it was haunted),
and told me something that I didn't know that I wanted to hear:
That there was nothing that I could do to save you,
the choir's gonna sing, and this thing is gonna kill you.
Something in my throat made my next words shake,
and something in the wires made the lightbulbs break.
There was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling,
it opened up the scars that had just finished healing.
It tore apart the canyon running down your femur,
(I thougth that it was beautiful, it made me a believer.)
And as it opened I could hear you howling from your room,
but I hid out in the hall until the hurricane blew.
When I reappered and tried to give you something for the pain,
you came to hating me again and just sang your refreain:
You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare.
You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair,
then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying.
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying.
Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, built the gears in your head,
now he greases them up. And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.
Tell me when you think that we became so unhappy,
wearing silver rings with nobody clapping.
When we moved here togehter we were so dissappointed,
sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed.
It killed me to see you getting always rejected,
but I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected.
I didn't mind you blaming me for your mistakes,
I just held you in the doorframe through all of the earthquakes.
But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night,
and I would try to grab your ankles (what a pitiful sight.)
But after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you from stomping out that door,
coming back like you always do. Well no one's gonna fix it for us, no one can.
You say that, 'No one's gonna listen, and no one understands.'
So there's no open doors and there's no way to get through,
there's no other witnesses, just us two.
There's two people living in one small room,
from your two half-families tearing at you,
two ways to tell the story (no one worries),
two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry,
two people talking inside your brain,
two people believing that I'm the one to blame,
two different voices coming out of your mouth,
while I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout.
You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare.
You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair,
then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying.
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying.
Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, built the gears in your head,
now he greases them up. And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.
The Antlers [Myspace]
when a doctor came to tell me, "Enough is enough."
He brought me out into the hall (I could have sworn it was haunted),
and told me something that I didn't know that I wanted to hear:
That there was nothing that I could do to save you,
the choir's gonna sing, and this thing is gonna kill you.
Something in my throat made my next words shake,
and something in the wires made the lightbulbs break.
There was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling,
it opened up the scars that had just finished healing.
It tore apart the canyon running down your femur,
(I thougth that it was beautiful, it made me a believer.)
And as it opened I could hear you howling from your room,
but I hid out in the hall until the hurricane blew.
When I reappered and tried to give you something for the pain,
you came to hating me again and just sang your refreain:
You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare.
You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair,
then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying.
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying.
Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, built the gears in your head,
now he greases them up. And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.
Tell me when you think that we became so unhappy,
wearing silver rings with nobody clapping.
When we moved here togehter we were so dissappointed,
sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed.
It killed me to see you getting always rejected,
but I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected.
I didn't mind you blaming me for your mistakes,
I just held you in the doorframe through all of the earthquakes.
But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night,
and I would try to grab your ankles (what a pitiful sight.)
But after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you from stomping out that door,
coming back like you always do. Well no one's gonna fix it for us, no one can.
You say that, 'No one's gonna listen, and no one understands.'
So there's no open doors and there's no way to get through,
there's no other witnesses, just us two.
There's two people living in one small room,
from your two half-families tearing at you,
two ways to tell the story (no one worries),
two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry,
two people talking inside your brain,
two people believing that I'm the one to blame,
two different voices coming out of your mouth,
while I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout.
You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare.
You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair,
then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying.
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying.
Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, built the gears in your head,
now he greases them up. And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.
The Antlers [Myspace]
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- 3 C - Consumo Crítico E Consciente - Ain't Got No...i've Got Life
1,2 heart, soul I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes Ain't got no money, Ain't got no class Ain't got no skirts, Ain't got no sweaters Ain't got no perfume, Ain't got no bed Ain't got no mind Ain't got no mother,Ain't...
- Fad Gadget - State Of The Nation - Original E Ao Vivo Em 2002
State of the nation A room you never use See yourself in power That sweet sick enemy Home is where there's danger Send it to your friend State of the nation A room you never use Life begins when you're ready to face it I've changed my mind...
- The Chameleons - Second Skin
Notes by Mark Burgess- The song went through two titles before it finally became Second Skin. It started it's life as Dreams In Celluloid and then became Films and had different lyrics, dealing with the immortality of cinema stars. It evolved after...
- Animal Collective - Peacebone
My Peace Bone got found in a dinosaur wing Jumped in all over the mules and slowly shrinking Its was a jugular vein in a juggler’s gown It was supposedly leaking most interesting colors From my fingers Lived in the sand Blue grass/dress and letters...
- The Lighthouse:: O Farol
Reflexão O farol, precisamos dele como os marinheiros/pescadores para fugir dos perigos e chegar a bom porto. Um farol cantado há 100 anos pode ajudar a reaprender a observar os acontecimentos e abraçar com bravura o presente, sem hipotecar as gerações...