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Another Lonely Day, Ben Harper

Yes indeed I’m alone again
And here comes emptiness crashing in
It’s either love or hate
I can’t find in between

Cause I’ve been with witches
And I have been with a queen
It wouldn’t have worked out any way
So now it’s just another lonely day

Further along we just may
But for now it’s just another lonely day
Wish there was something
I could say or do
I can resist anything
But temptation from you

But I’d rather walk alone
Than chase you around
I’d rather fall myself
Than let you drag me down
It wouldn’t have worked out any way
And now it’s just another lonely day
Further along we just may
But for now it’s just another lonely day

Yesterday seems like a life ago
Cause the one I love
Today I hardly know
You I held so close in my heart oh dear
Grow further from me
With every fallen tear
It wouldn’t have worked out any way
So now it’s just another lonely day

Further along we just may
But for now it’s just another lonely day

Como me disseram hoje:


enigmático
impenetrável
divertido
distraído
inteligente
desleixado (nalgumas coisas)
muito dedicado (noutras)
apaixonado
revoltado
inibido
giro

Hum.

A verdade é que já está à venda. Deu-me muito prazer escrever para este livro, e quero agora publicar mais. Fernando Alvim, Francisco Menezes e Luís Ferreira são os cúmplices deste livro, cada um com a sua história. Para ou sobre mulheres.
Enjoy, numa livraria perto de si. Sessão de autografos dia 5 de Julho na Fnac do Colombo às 19:30 :-)

Já não a ouvia há anos, mas tropecei nela na semana passada e...que espectáculo. Os Everything but the Girl antes de se terem passado para outros sons (de que também gosto, mas isto...é diferente...)

Come on Home

Baby come home,
I miss the sound of the door
Your step on the stair's
not there to wake me no more
And every day's like Christmas Day without you
It's cold and there's nothing to do

And it's mighty quiet here now that you're gone
I've been behaving myself for too long
'Cause I don't like sleeping
Or watching TV on my own
So please come on home

Baby, what's keeping you all this time
You're wasting your days out there in the sunshine
And who can I turn to if you believe still
That England don't love you and she never will
For it's mighty quiet here now that you're gone
And I've been behaving myself for too long
I don't like drinking
or painting the town on my own
So please come on home

Baby come on home
Please
For it's mighty quiet here now that you're gone
And I've been behaving myself for too long
'Cause I don't like sleeping Or watching TV on my own
So please come on home

1º de Agosto, Xutos & Pontapés

É amanha dia 1º de Agosto
E tudo em mim é um fogo posto
Sacola ás costas, cantante na mão
Enterro os pés no calor do chão

É tanto o sol pelo caminho
Que vendo um, não me sinto sózinho
Todos os anos, em praias diferentes
Se buscam corpos sedosos e quentes

Adoro ver a praia dourada
O estranho brilho da areia molhada
Mergulho verde nas ondas do mar
Procuro o fundo pra lhe tocar
Estendido ao sol, sem nada dizer
Sorriso aberto de puro prazer

Foi a equipa que mais me encantou. Eu tinha 11 anos quando a vi jogar um futebol maravilhoso no Mundial de Espanha, em 82, e nunca mais me esqueci. Era futebol de puro ataque. E por isso perdeu para os cinicos italianos, no fatídico jogo no Sarriá, a 5 de Julho desse ano. Até aí, tinha sido sempre a aviar: 2-1 à URSS, 4-1 à Escócia, 4-0 à Nova Zelândia e 3-1 à Argentina (Maradona expulso).
Esta equipa brasileira dava o genuíno show de bola, com jogadores como Zico, Éder, Sócrates, Junior, Falcão, Cerezo, Luisinho (que viria a jogar no Sporting mais tarde)...só destoavam o guarda-redes Valdir Peres e o avançado Sérginho (que mais tarde jogou no Marítimo !).
De resto eram só craques. Nessa altura na escola todos queriamos ser o Zico, quando jogávamos à bola. E no dia em que o Brasil perdeu com a Itália, naquele estádio que era do Espanyol e entretanto foi demolido, eu sai da sala e escondi-me no corredor, para chorar.

Chemistry , by Semisonic

I remember when I found out about chemistry
It was a long, long way from here
I was old enough to want it
but younger than I wanted to be
Suddenly my mission was clear

So for awhile I conducted experiments
And I was amazed by the things I learned
From a fine fine girl with nothing but good intentions
and a Bad tendency to get burned

All about chemistry
Won't you show me everything you know
Ah wonder what you do to

Some time later I met a young graduate
When I had nobody to call my own
I told her I was looking for somebody to appreciate
And I just couldn't do it alone
So for awhile we conducted experiments
In an apartment by the River Road
And we found out that the two things we put together
had aBad tendency to explode

All about chemistry
Won't you show me everything you've learned
I'll memorize everything you do to me so I can
Teach it when it comes my turn

Fine spring day, California waves
Sweet Pacific scenes through the
Windows of airplanes and hotel rooms
So when I find myself alone and unworthy
I think about all of the things I learned from the
Fine fine women with nothing but good intentions
and a bad tendency to get burned

All about chemistry
Won't you show me everything you know
Ah wonder what you do to me
All about chemistry
Won't you show me everything you've learned
I'll memorize everything you do to me so I can
Teach it when it comes my turn

It's all about chemistry.

Espectacular. Adoro. Dá na SIC Radical.Muito bom, saiu recentemente nos EU o DVD da primeira temporada...aguardo a edição em Portugal com ansiedade!!!!
Scrubs. Imperdível.