quarta-feira, 29 de julho de 2009

Just look over your shoulder...



Don’t listen to them, cause what do they know
We need each other, to have and to hold
They’ll see in time, I know...


Not his best video, I know, but certainly one of his best songs... And I'm sure you know I mean.


quarta-feira, 22 de julho de 2009

Izzard



O grande Eddie Izzard, para quem não conhece.
Um de muitos vídeos fantásticos. Absolutamente hilariante.

domingo, 12 de julho de 2009

There was something...

I do believe that we have something in common. I just can’t find it, I can’t remember it… And you’re not helping. Lately, everything you do, everything you say, just reminds me of your intolerance and inflexibility and all the things I don’t like (hate?!) about you…

And I ask myself if you really understand who I am! You don’t seem to… You keep talking about subjects you swore you’d close. You insist on mention things that still hurt me. And the worse of it is that you talk like I’m some kind of ridiculous being who has no clue of what life is about, and all my actions and reactions are inappropriate and exaggerated, and basically it is all my fault. Even though I spent hours trying to make you see my point of view. Even though I opened myself up trying to show you what was going on.

I wonder why I’m here, why do we get along. We must have something, or else I know I wouldn’t be here. But right now, I’m completely unable to find that “something” we’re (I’m?) missing.

And what if it’s gone? Well, I guess we’ll just move on. It’s not a suggestion, in case you’re wondering if I’m “dumping” you. I’m just stating a fact, sometimes these things happen. We just have to lower our expectations and try to start over. Because, like it or not, everything moves around us. And that gives us responsibility. We’re the center, and the center must hold. (Yep, I’m quoting Bones…) So we must make an effort. Let’s not try to be “besties”, let’s just try to get along, no fuss. Maybe we’ll go back, maybe we’ll go forward. Maybe together, maybe in opposite directions. You might say – only fate knows… I say – only time will tell. But the point is I guess we have to wait and see where we’re heading.

sábado, 4 de julho de 2009

Les bruits de la conscience

Milan, Londres, Amsterdam, rationnement d'essence
Les dames du macadam s'hibernent le dimanche
Et pour les autoroutes c'est l'aube du silence
Mais dans ma vieille Europe couleur d'austérité
Où le steak se fait cher et la monnaie plus rare
Les amoureux découvrent leurs guitares,
Leur femme,
Leurs trottoirs, et leurs voisins
Richesses oubliées au jour de l'abondance
Et moi j'ai réveillé du lit de ma mémoire
Les noms de mes amis, les bruits de la conscience
Ces années de la rage, ces heures de l'amour
Que je vous chante en rime et sans décor autour
Rien d'autre que ces plages ou tout espoir commence
Ces plages oubliées dans le délire des sens
Les plages de silence !
Herbert Pagani
(La Bonne Franquette, excerto
Não encontrei o vídeo com o resto da música
mas fica a página http://www.megalopolis.it/)