In Repeat: MGMT - Time To Pretend

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.

Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredem and the freedom and the time spent alone.

There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everyting must run it's course.

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

In Repeat

The Gift - Mosteiro de Alcobaça - 07.03.08



The Gift - Clinic - Alcobaça

Can you wait there for so long
Can you be there if I fall
Can you fall and stay strong
Can you dry your eyes and laugh
Can you show me your heart once more
Can you breath a new life now
Can I freeze this moment with you
Can my hand fix your heart and you
Did you ever touch the ground
Can we sing `out of time` in repeat, and look both of us underneath
or forget and reset
Cause the beat will change your life,
and the sweat will turn you on,
and your veins will shine outside

The Gift - In Repeat

Repeat

If I was young, I'd flee this town
I'd bury my dreams underground
As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight

Beirut - Elephant Gun

Nude

So don't get any big ideas,
They're not going to happen

Radiohead, In Rainbows

This is one for the good days

When I'm at the pearly gates
This'll be on my videotape
My videotape
My videotape

When Mephistopheles is just beneath
And he's reaching up to grab me

This is one for the good days
And I have it all here
In red blue green
In red blue green

You are my center when I spin away
Out of control on videotape
On videotape

This is my way of saying goodbye
Because I can't do it face to face
So I'm talking to you before it's too late

No matter what happens now
I shouldn't be afraid
Because I know today has been the most perfect day I've ever seen

Radiohead - Videotape, in "In Rainbows"

Balanço 07

Álbum Internacional:
Radiohead - In Rainbows
The National - Boxer
The Good, The Bad and The Queen - The Good, The Bad and The Queen
Arcade fire - Neon Bible
Bloc Party - A Weekend In The City
Au Revoir Simone – The Bird of Music
Electrelane - No Shouts, No Calls
Klaxons - Myths of the Near Future

Álbum Nacional:
David Fonseca - Dreams In Colour
Old Jerusalem - The Temple Bell

Canção do Ano:
Arcade Fire - No Cars Go
The National - Mistaken for Strangers
Radiohead - Weird Fishes/Arpeggi
Klaxons - Golden Skans
Bloc Party - Kreuzberg

DVD de música:
Sigur Rós - Heima
Unplugged in NY, Nirvana

A música...

Porque será que gostamos dos músicos? Qual será o poder de uma canção? Talvez provenha da própria estranheza do facto de haver música na Terra. A nota, a escala, o acorde; melodias, harmonias, arranjos; sinfonias, óperas chinesas, jazz, blues: que tais coisas existam, que os homens tenham descoberto os intervalos mágicos que dominam a pequena quantidade de notas que uma mão pode abarcar e com a qual podem construir verdadeiras catredais de som, é um mistério de alquimia, tal como a matemática ou o vinho ou o amor. Talvez tenhamos aprendido com as aves. E talvez não. Talvez nós sejamos criaturas que buscam uma elevação que não temos. As nossas vidas não são o que merecemos, são em muitos casos dolorosamente deficientes. A música transforma-as em qualquer coisa diferente. Mostra-nos o que nós próprios poderíamos ser, se fôssemos dignos desse mundo.

in "The Ground Beneath Her Feet", Salman Rushdie