terça-feira, agosto 31, 2010

Lives

There are two lives that people lead. One is the real life of business, mating, plans, bankruptcies and gas bills. The other is an unreal life - a life of secret grandeurs which compensate for the monotony of the days.
- Ben Hecht '1001 Afternoons in Chicago'



Da Amazon:
In 1921, Ben Hecht wrote a column for the Chicago Daily News that his editor called “journalism extraordinary; journalism that invaded the realm of literature.” Hecht’s collection of sixty-four of these pieces, illustrated with striking pen drawings by Herman Rosse, is a timeless caricature of urban American life in the jazz age, updated with a new Introduction for the twenty-first century. From the glittering opulence of Michigan Avenue to the darkest ruminations of an escaped convict, from captains of industry to immigrant day laborers, Hecht captures 1920s Chicago in all its furor, intensity, and absurdity.

“The hardboiled audacity and wit that became Hecht’s signature as Hollywood’s most celebrated screen-writer are conspicuous in these vignettes. Most of them are comic and sardonic, some strike muted tragic or somber atmospheric notes. . . . The best are timeless character sketches that have taken on an added interest as shards of social history.”—L. S. Klepp, Voice Literary Supplement

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segunda-feira, agosto 30, 2010

Freakin' out



nothing to see
nothing to hear
nothing to be
nothing to fear
nothing to prove
nothing to say
nothing to lose
nothing to gain
nothing to feel
nothing to hate
nothing is real
it's all too late
what do you do when nothing's wrong
ain't got a clue
ain't got no song

you’re foamin at the mouth
you are mad without a doubt
cos I'm really freakin out
and I'm goin out of my mind
tv got me goin blind
and i'm really freakin out

hey man you think you got it made
groovin' you stink on your fender bass
got on your aviators shades
yeah man you're looking really ace
so what the hell you're doing here
filling the space between my ears
why don't you all just disappear
plus all your friends just way too dim

you’re foamin at the mouth
you are mad without a doubt
cos I'm really freakin out
and I'm goin out of my mind
tv got me goin blind
and i'm really freakin out

nothing to see
nothing to hear
nothing to be
nothing to fear
nothing to prove
nothing to say
la la la la la la la lay

you’re foamin at the mouth
you are mad without a doubt
cos I'm really freakin out
and I'm goin out of my mind
tv got me goin blind
and i'm really freakin out

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domingo, agosto 29, 2010

Oh Lord

Oh lord you know it ain't right
To live my life this way
I gotta stay up every night and feed this feeling
Till it goes away

Y'know I had my crime
And I paid my due
I've seen the best of times, I've had the best of friends
I bet it all to lose

And now I've seen the light
I'm gonna show it to you
You gotta lay right down, you gotta close your eyes
And let it flow right through you

'Cause I
I believe it in my soul
And I always want feel this way
So honey let the good times roll

Honey, all night long
I've been sitting here drinking
How come it took so long for me to change my mind
Don't know what I was thinking

But now I've seen the light
I want to give it to you
You gotta lay right down, you gotta close your eyes
You gotta let me in you

'Cause I
I believe it's in my soul
And I always want feel this way
So honey let the good times roll

You gotta let me in you





sexta-feira, agosto 27, 2010

true gentlemen's

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get it

You start a conversation you can't even finish it.
You're talking a lot, but you're not saying anything.
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
Say something once, why say it again?

Psycho-Killer

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quinta-feira, agosto 26, 2010

roubo descarado

daqui


Standing waiting for a man to show
Wide eyed one eye fixed on the door
This waiting's killing me, it's wearing me down
Day in day out, my feet are burning holes in the ground

Darkness warmer than a bedroom floor
Want someone to hold me close forever more
I'm a sleeping dog, but you can't tell
When I'm on the prowl you'ld better run like hell
You know it makes sense, don't even think about it
Life and death are just things you do when you're bored
Say fear's a man's best friend
You add it up it brings you down

Home is living like a man on the run
Trails leading nowhere, where to my son?
We're already dead, just not yet in the ground
Take my helping hand I'll show you around
You know it makes sense, don't even think about it
Life and death are just things you do when you're bored
Say fear's a man's best friend
You add it up it brings you down

sexta-feira, agosto 13, 2010

O proprietário vai de férias

é costume fazer-se uma curta análise do ano que passou. Este ano foi bom. É. Foi.

Para o ano espera-se mais e melhor.


Boas férias!

ps: era para postar uma música, mas as últimas três dos Triffids têm pano para mangas. Aproveitem.

Baby let's go out tonight
It will all turn out all right I'm sure
Don't want to drink at home again tonight
So let's go out
Let's go out tonight
It's getting dark earlier now
But where you are it's just getting light
Where you are it will just be getting light

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quarta-feira, agosto 11, 2010

adenda

Nunca deveria ter ouvido os Triffids, a minha vida é agora um pouco mais miserável do que era.


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Vida de crime



Every song on "Born Sandy Devotional" has a friendly face combined with a scary underside. Crime, lost love, death by misadventure, and personal decline are all handled like silly merry-go-round tunes for children.

ah, o bom de ter objectivos bem definidos.

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segunda-feira, agosto 09, 2010

late night blues

a sonhar com estradas, desertos e sul.

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