Aquela mania de falar através de canções, poemas, textos ou gestos de terceiros. Dizemos o que queremos, descodifica quem quer e o mundo continua a girar. Se tivessem de escolher apenas um e só um texto, canção, whatever coisa para descrever a vossa personalidade (ou outra razão), o que seria e porquê?
msgd
msgd wrote @
baaaatoteiro?! Homessa… 
Sem qualquer margem para dúvida e desde há largos anos, Five-O dos James (já ali tocada na box…):
Are you open for trade,
Your salvation, for something, for some thrills?
Is a body of work for your inspection?
You can trace, trace my concern
My concern
I’ve been looking for truth
At the cost of living
I’ve been afraid
Of what’s before mine eyes
Every answer found
Begs another question
The further you go, the less you know
The less I know
I can feel your face
Gonna make it mine
I can be the man
I see in your eyes
Can you take my weight
Are we both too small
Know each other well
We’ve met before
Will we grow together
Will it be a lie
If it lasts forever, hope I’m the first to die
Will you marry me, Can we meet the cost
Is the power of love worth the pain of loss
Can you pay the bill, will you keep the change
Are you here for the party, or are you here for the pain
I can feel your face
Gonna make it mine
I can be the man
I see in your eyes
Will we grow together
Will it be a lie
If it lasts forever, hope I’m the first to die
Hope I’m the first to die.
Xipiti wrote @
Eu não disse que o From the Hip dos LC&TC era a resposta, foi só a banda sonora da minha procura… mas a letra por acaso é bem interessante… aqui fica… mas não é a minha resposta, ok?
From The Hip
This one’s from the hip
Oh mother you have sorely misjudged me
It should have been whipped
Out of me
Without a father figured i
Yeh I concluded then that i’m
Not for spitting on
This one’s from the hip
My love I should have warned you about me
It never got whipped
Out of me
Me and my modesty and
Mother your wretched son won’t
Take his medicine
Not I
I don’t care anymore
I’m sick and I’m tired
And I don’t care anymore
This one’s from the hip
Why should I know why?
It’s a wicked world
I’ve had it up to here
Sweet jesus I should have warned you about me
It’s sure to end in tears
And misery
Without a father figured I
Yeh I concluded then that I’m
Not for spitting on
Not I…
Why should I know why should I care?
Who’s telling me what I should wear?
Mother your wretched son is hooked on his medicine
I don’t care anymore
I’m sick and I’m tired
And I don’t care anymore
This one’s from the hip
Why should I know why
It’s a wicked world
NakedSelf wrote @
Sendoa escolha difícil, vou à origem do nickname NakedSelf…”Soulcatcher”, The The:
“Mirror, mirror on the wall
You’ve watched me grow since I was small
So what will I regret the most
The things I do or the things I don’t?
The deeper you peer into my soul
You’ll find that I already know
But I can’t say it
Because I can barely face it
My life is halfway through
And I still haven’t done
What I’m here to do
Even though the chances flowed
I sat and watched the hours fold
In upon themselves
To stop their hands revealing
What I can’t say
What I can barely face
My life is halfway through
And I still haven’t done
What I’m here to do
My mummy said
What you give is what you get
And the only thing worth having
Is happpiness
But trapped inside my bones
Fear, desire
And hope are on fire
And will expand like smoke
And fall down like rain
Again
Again
Again”
[...] 18, 2008 Vou-me permitir responder de forma única a 3 desafios lançados pela D. Lover, pelo belogue e por Só Maria. Seguem-se 6 temas (sigo o critério numérico do desafio mais recente ) com os [...]
tubaraodoluso wrote @
gratia
ecce cor meum
paul mccartney
We may find a trace
Of a state of grace
In the saddest face
Something is there
How the rivers flow
We may never know
But it goes to show
Something is there
This guiding light
Will burn so bright
So much wonder around us
All the love in the air
Let the good that surrounds us
Help us to always care
Then the seeds we sow
Will survive and grow
And we will all know
Something is there
In this world where ever present dangers
Circle round our family heart
Like a throng of hostile strangers eager for a war to start
There appears a friend’s familiar face
Oh sweet relief, the heart goes to a warmer place
And this we prize
And this we hold so dear
This humble state of grace
And this we prize
For this we hold so dear
This state of grace
We may find a trace
Of a state of grace
In the saddest face
Something is there
Life aboard this fast revolver still remains a magic mystery
Loud reports of anger fill the pages of our history
Those of us with love can now embrace
With sweet relief a life lived at a gentler pace
In the night a daffodil
Is battered by the father of all storms
Daybreak sees it stand alone
Amongst a field of lifeless forms
Rays of light illuminate
Where sweet relief presents a shining yellow face
Xipiti wrote @
Pois, e seguindo os exemplos precedentes que não reponderam ao motivo pelo qual se identificavam com a letras (tss, tsss, naughty boys and girls!), apenas vou pôr a letra de uma música que alguém em tempos disse que isto era a minha cara (vá-se lá a saber porquê…). Cá ficam os U2… e os (meus) indomados cavalos (que já foram mais) selvagens… isto porque não me consigo identificar completamente com nenhuma letra por completo, mas com várias partes de várias letras de vários autores… é a vida, pois é, ninguém disse que era fácil…
Who’s Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses
You’re dangerous ’cause you’re honest
You’re dangerous, you don’t know what you want
Well you left my heart empty as a vacant lot
For any spirit to haunt
Hey hey sha la la
Hey hey
You’re an accident waiting to happen
You’re a piece of glass left there on the beach
Well you tell me things I know you’re not supposed to
Then you leave me just out of reach
Hey hey sha la la
Hey hey sha la la
Who’s gonna ride your wild horses
Who’s gonna drown in your blue sea
Who’s gonna ride your wild horses
Who’s gonna fall at the foot of thee
Well you stole it ’cause I needed the cash
And you killed it ’cause I wanted revenge
Well you lied to me ’cause I asked you to
Baby, can we still be friends
Hey hey sha la la
Hey hey sha la la
Who’s gonna ride your wild horses
Who’s gonna drown in your blue sea
Who’s gonna ride your wild horses
Who’s gonna fall at the foot of thee
Oh, the deeper I spin
Oh, the hunter will sin for your ivory skin
Took a drive in the dirty rain
To a place where the wind calls your name
Under the trees the river laughing at you and me
Hallelujah, heavens white rose
The doors you open
I just can’t close
Don’t turn around, don’t turn around again
Don’t turn around, your gypsy heart
Don’t turn around, don’t turn around again
Don’t turn around, and don’t look back
Come on now love, don’t you look back
Who’s gonna ride your wild horses
Who’s gonna drown in your blue sea
Who’s gonna taste your salt water kisses
Who’s gonna take the place of me
Who’s gonna ride your wild horses
Who’s gonna tame the heart of thee
NakedSelf wrote @
Ok Xipiti, somos todos uns grande batoteiros 
Tal como tu identifico-em com vários textos, já motivou um post lá no blog, o link está algures acima neste rol de comentários. Indo à letra de Soulcatcher: revejo-me no exercício de pôr em causa aquilo que sou. Agora deixem-se lá de batotices e toca a explicar os “porquês”
Xipiti wrote @
Porquê? Não sendo a música da minha vida, até porque não sei qual será, tem uma letra que em determinada fase da minha vida reflectia um pouco o estado arte de ser Xipiti… LOL… Senão vejam: à força de tanto dizerem que sou acutilante, eis que há uma letra que o afirma: “You’re a piece of glass left there on the beach”. À força de tanto me dizerem que sou indecisa, tcahraaaam: “You’re dangerous, you don’t know what you want”. À força de tanto se ofenderem com as minhas opiniões, voilá: “You’re dangerous ’cause you’re honest”. À força de ter o coração ao pé da boca… “Well you tell me things I know you’re not supposed to”. À custa de dizerem que sou muita branca… “Oh, the hunter will sin for your ivory skin”. Chega?
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Ora, isso é batota! Sabes perfeitamente que sou demasiado complexa para “estar” apenas num texto, apenas num poema, apenas numa canção… E com esta é que me lixaste porque acho que não consigo responder, but I’ll try my best… até lá vou fazer um estudozinho de mercado a ver se me lembro de como sou para me identificar (ou não) com alguma coisa. Para já, enquanto procuro, fica o”From the hip” dos saudosos Lloyd Cole & The Comotions. Mas esta não é a minha resposta… ainda.