All These Things That I've Done

É impossível negar que a grande notícia de hoje é mesmo a vinda dos Killers a Portugal. Um concerto incrivelmente ansiado pelo público português. Vou fazer os possíveis para poder estar presente, sendo que é óbvio que vou esperar para ver quem vem mais. Sonho com Kings of Leon, Radiohead e Arcade Fire. Mágico seria mesmo ter Arctic Monkeys + Queens of the Stone Age :)

Bem, fiquem aí com a grande música dos Killers, aquela que me fez entregar de corpo e alma a esta banda de Las Vegas.

All These Things That I've Done



When there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
One more son
If you can hold on
If you can hold on, hold on
I wanna stand up, I wanna let go
You know, you know - no you don't, you don't
I wanna shine on in the hearts of men
I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand

Another head aches, another heart breaks
I am so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection, no no no no

Help me out
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out

And when there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
These changes ain't changing me
The cold-hearted boy I used to be

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier


Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

Over and out, last call for sin
While everyone's lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I've done
All these things that I've done
If you can hold on
If you can hold on

Música do Dia [14/01/2009]

Foi anunciado o nome da banda que vai abrir os concertos dos Kaiserchiefs, no Porto e em Lisboa, a 31/01 e 01/02: os escoceses Dananananaykroyd.

Fiquem aí com um dos singles da banda!

Dananananaykroyd - Pink Sabbath

Música do Dia [13/01/2009]

Fiquem com a nova do Morrisey!

Morrisey - I'm Throwing My Arms Around Paris



In the absence of your love
And in the absence of human touch
I have decided I’m throwing my arms around
Around Paris because only stone and steel accept my love

In the absence of your smiling face
I traveled all over the place
and I have decided I’m throwing my arms around
Around Paris because only stone and steel accept my love
I’m throwing my arms around
Around Paris because only stone and steel accept my love

I’m throwing my arms around Paris because
Nobody wants my love
Nobody wants my love
Nobody needs my love
Nobody wants my love

Yes you made yourself plain
Yes you made yourself very plain

Música do Dia [12/01/2009]

Uma nova descoberta que fiz. Imaginem uma mistura de Aretha Franklin com um funk/indie/punk rock. Eis o excelente resultado.

The BellRays - Tell The Lie



Tell the lie, tell the lie, you never should have tried
to believe in the secret your keeping.
Tell the lie, tell the lie, it’s the only way to fly
with the truth that you’re way to deep in.

I can tell, I can tell, and I know damn well
‘cuz your body language is screaming.
I can tell, I can tell that you only want a taste
of something that you shouldn’t be feeling.

Somebody must’ve told you ‘bout half a million times
you listen with your heart
makes your ears go blind.
You get tired of waiting
and you only miss the train.
You’re burning all you bridges
and you’re gonna burn your brain.

Laying on yer back and you aint got a clue.
You wanna tell a lie but the lie is true.
Now what you gonna do?
What you gonna do?

Música do Dia [11/01/2009]

Franz Ferdinand - Ulysses



While I sit in here, a sentimental face stares
And a voice says hi so
So what you gotta what you gotta disdain
C’mon let’s get high
C’mon look so, you got next oh
Walk twenty five miles oh
Well I’m bored I’m bored
C’mon let’s get high

C’mon let’s get high
C’mon let’s get high
High

Well I found a new way
I found a new way
C’mon doll and use me
I don’t need your sympathy

La, la la la la
Ulysses
I’ll find a new way
I’ll find a new way, baby

My Ulysses, My Ulysses
No, bet you are now, boy
So sinister, so sinister
Last night was wild
What’s a matter there, feeling kinda anxious?
That heart that grew cold
Yeah everyone, everybody knows it
Yeah everyone, everybody know it
Everybody knows I

La, la la la la
Ulysses
I’ll find a new way
I’ll find a new way, baby

La, la la la la
Ulysses
I’ll find a new way
Well I’ll find a new way, baby oh …

Oh, then suddenly you know
You’re never going home
You’re never you’re never you’re never you’re never you’re never you’re never
You’re never going home.

Not Ulysses, baby.
No, la la la la whooo whoo
You’re not Ulysses, whooo whoo
La la la la, whooo whoo

Música do Dia [08/01/2009]

Jigsaw Falling Into Place



Just as you take my hand
Just as you write my number down
Just as the drinks arrive
Just as they play your favourite song
As your bad mood disappears
No longer wound up like a spring
Before you've had too much
Come back in focus again

The walls abandon shape
They've got a Cheshire cat grin
All blurring into one
This place is on a mission
Before the night owl
Before the animal noises
Closed circuit cameras
Before you're comatose

Before you run away from me
Before you're lost between the notes
The beat goes round and round
The beat goes round and round
I never really got there
I just pretended that I had
What's the point of instruments
Words are a sawed off shotgun

Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out

Before you run away from me
Before you're lost between the notes
Before you take my mic
Just as you dance, dance, dance

Jigsaws falling into place
There is nothing to explain
Regard each other as you pass
She looks back, you look back
Not just once
Not just twice
Wish away the nightmare
Wish away the nightmare
You've got a light you can feel it on your back
You've got a light you can feel it on your back
Jigsaws falling into place

Música do Dia [05/01/2009]

Don McLean - American Pie




A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they'd be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn't take one more step.

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock 'n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin' in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin',
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone,
But that's not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil's only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn't play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die."

Música do Dia [02/01/2009]

Ora viva, malta! Espero que tenham tido umas boas entradas neste novo ano!

E hoje estou numa de guitarradas! Eheheheh andei a vasculhar os meus cds antigos e deparei-me com um mais um enorme clássico!

Santana - Europa




Esta musica nem precisa de letra.
A guitarra desenrasca-se sozinha =)

Música do Dia [30/12/2008]

Disturbed - Down With The Sickness




Can you feel that?
Oh shit
OOOH AAHHH AAHHH AAHHHH AAHHH (x2)

OH OH (x3)

Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
(Will you give it to me?)
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
(Will you give it to me?)

Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes (OOWWWW!!!)
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me

[Chorus:]
Get up, come on get down with the sickness [x3]
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me

I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
(Will you give it to me?)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
(Will you give it to me?)

It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes (OOWWWW!!!)
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon in me

[Chorus]

Música do Dia [29/12/2008]

Um clássico do Trip-Hop. Maravilhem-se com os Massive Attack.

Massive Attack - TearDrop




(love)love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Feathers on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Feathers on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my breath

In the night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Feathers on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Feathers on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my breath

Water is my eye
Most faithful my love
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Feathers on my breath
Most faithful my love
Feathers on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my breath

Stumbling a little (x2)

Música do Dia [28/12/2008]

Vou manter o espírito de ontem e hoje reservei-vos um clássico do hard-rock!

AC/DC - Hells Bells



I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain
I'm comin' on like a hurricane
My lightning's flashing across the sky
You're only young but you're gonna die
I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives
Nobody's putting up a fight
I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get you, Satan get you

CHORUS:
Hell's Bells
Yeah, Hell's Bells
You got me ringing Hell's Bells
My temperature's high, Hell's Bells

I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine
If you're into evil you're a friend of mine
See my white light flashing as I split the night
'Cause if good's on the left, then I'm stickin' to the right
I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives
Nobody's puttin' up a fight
I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get you, Satan get you

CHORUS

yeow
Hell's Bells, Satan's comin' to you
Hell's Bells, he's ringing them now
Hell's Bells, the temperature's high
Hell's Bells, across the sky
Hell's Bells, they're takin' you down
Hell's Bells, they're draggin' you around
Hell's Bells, gonna split the night
Hell's Bells, there's no way to fight, yeah

Ow, ow, ow, ow

Hell's Bells

Música do Dia [27/12/2008]

Passado o Natal, agora é altura de esperar pela temível Passagem de Ano. Até lá, sinto-me com mais "Raiva". Portanto, fiquem aí com Rage Against The Machine.

Rage Against The Machine - Bulls on Parade



This microphone explode, shattering
The molds
Ya eighter drop tha hits like de la o or get tha
Fuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha
Bodies drop
Drop an dont copy yo, dont call this
A co-opt
Terror rains drenchin, quenchin tha thirst of
Tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets
Bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse
They rally round tha family
With pockets full of shells
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed tha war canibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a
Library
Line up to tha mind cemetery
What we dont know keeps tha contracts alive an
Movin
They dont gotta burn tha books they just remove em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells
Rally round tha family
With pockets full of shells
Bulls on parade

Música do Dia [23/12/2008]

Uma das melhores músicas dos reis da Brit-Pop. Uma daquelas obrigatórias a tocar no próximo concerto no Pav. Atlântico. De preferência, a abrir.

Oasis - Fuckin' In The Bushes




We put this festival on you bastards
With a lot of love
We worked for one year for you pigs
And you want to break our walls down
Or you want fuckin to destroy us
Well you go to hell

Kids are running around naked fuckin in the bushes
Kids are running around naked fuckin in the bushes
Kids are running around naked fuckin in the bushes
Kids are running around naked fuckin in the bushes

I love it

Kids are running around naked fuckin in the bushes
Kids are running around naked fuckin in the bushes
Kids are running around naked fuckin in the bushes
Kids are running around naked fuckin in the bushes

I love it
Room for everybody here
Yes, all are welcome
Yes indeed, I love them
Fun, nice, life, youth, beautiful
Im all for it

I love it
Room for everybody here
Yes, all are welcome
Yes indeed, I love them
Fun, nice, life, youth, beautiful
Im all for it

Música do Dia [22/12/2008]

Hoje fiquem com mais um autêntico clássico!

Doors - Roadhouse Blues



Ah Keep your eyes on the road,
Your hands upon the wheel.
Keep your eyes on the road
Your hands upon the wheel.
Yeah, we're going to the roadhouse,
Gonna have a real good-time.

Yeah, the back of the roadhouse,
They've got some bungalows.
Yeah, the back of the roadhouse,
They've got some bungalows.

They dance for the people
Who like to go down slow.

Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, all night long.

Do it, Robby, Do it!

You gotta roll, roll, roll,
You gotta thrill my soul, alright.
Roll, roll, roll, roll-a
Thrill my soul.

*improv*

Ashen-Lady.
Ashen-Lady.
Give up your vows.
Give up your vows.
Save our city.
Save our city.
Ah, right now.

Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer.
Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer.

The future's uncertain
And the end is always near.

Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, all night long.

Música do Dia [21/12/2008]

Hoje fiquem com uma das grandes músicas desta década, na minha opinião. Uma das melhores bandas da actualidade.

Queens of the Stone Age - Go With a Flow



She said "i'll throw myself away,
They're just photos after all"
I can't make you hang around.
I can't wash you off my skin.
Outside the frame, is what we're leaving out
You won't remember anyway
I can go with the flow
Don't say it doesn't matter (with the flow) matter anymore
I can go with the flow (I can go)
Do you believe it in your head?
It's so safe to play along
Little soldiers in a row
Falling in and out of love
Something sweet to throw away.
I want something good to die for
To make it beautiful to live.
I want a new mistake, loses more than hesitates.
Do you believe it in your head?
I can go with the flow
Don't say it doesn't matter (with the flow) matter anymore
I can go with the flow (I can go)
Do you believe it in your head? X3

Música do Dia [20/12/2008]

Hoje sinto-me mais metaleiro que o costume. Fiquem com um clássico do Heavy Metal, com os imortais Judas Priest.

Judas Priest - Hell Bent For Leather



Seek him here, seek him on the highway
Never knowing when hell appear
All await, engines ticking over
Hear the roar as they sense the fear

Wheels! a glint of steel and a flash of light!
Screams! from a streak of fire as he strikes!

Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather

Black as night, faster than a shadowcrimson flare from a raging sun
An exhibition, of sheer precision
Yet no one knows from where he comes

Fools! self destruct cannot take that crown
Dreams! crash one by one to the ground

Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather

Theres many who tried to prove that theyre faster
But they didnt last and they died as they tried

Theres many who tried to prove that theyre faster
But they didnt last and they died as they tried

Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather

Música do Dia [19/12/2008]

Guardei para a rubrica de hoje uma música/mensagem de Natal que o David Fonseca deixou aos seus fãs. Podem ver no blog do músico de Leiria.

O Come All Ye Faithful (a.k.a. Adeste Fideles), Covered by David Fonseca




O Come All Ye Faithful
Joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem.
Come and behold Him,
Born the King of Angels;
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

O Sing, choirs of angels,
Sing in exultation,
Sing all that hear in heaven God's holy word.
Give to our Father glory in the Highest;
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

All Hail! Lord, we greet Thee,
Born this happy morning,
O Jesus! for evermore be Thy name adored.
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing;
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

Música do Dia [18/12/2008]

Fiquem com uma grande música duma grande banda (que já tive o prazer de ter visto ao vivo): um dos grandes impulsionadores do grunge, eis os Pearl Jam.

Pearl Jam - Nothingman


Once divided...nothing left to subtract...
Some words when spoken...can't be taken back...
Walks on his own...with thoughts he can't help thinking...
Future's above...but in the past he's slow and sinking...
Caught a bolt 'a lightnin'...cursed the day he let it go...

Nothingman... (2x)
Isn't it something?
Nothingman...

She once believed...in every story he had to tell...
One day she stiffened...took the other side...
Empty stares...from each corner of a shared prison cell...
One just escapes...one's left inside the well...
And he who forgets...will be destined to remember...oh...oh...oh...

Nothingman... (2x)
Isn't it something?
Nothingman...

Oh, she don't want him...
Oh, she won't feed him...after he's flown away...
Oh, into the sun...ah, into the sun...

Burn...burn...
Nothingman... (2x)
Isn't it something?
Nothingman...
Nothingman... (2x)
Coulda' been something...
Nothingman...
Oh...ohh...ohh..

Música do Dia [18/12/2008]

Hoje, este espaço fica reservado a uma banda portuguesa. Uma excelente surpresa de 2007, uma lufada de ar fresco que apareceu no panorama musical nacional. Fiquem com os rapazes de Coimbra, os Sean Riley and the Slow Riders.

Sean Riley & The Slowriders - Moving On



I'm so happy that you're on my side
We're so lucky, we made it out alive.
So lay down silently, we're safe inside
No one can find us here, it's a good place to hide.

It's crazy outside, so i'll just lock the door.
We have all we need here, stretched on the floor.
Sorrounded by violence, blinded by hate,
They're walking in circles as we lose our faith.

Millions of years gone by,
Millions of men tried to stand up shouting through a pen.
But it looks like these days, there's no turning back
Write a poem, they'll write you a check.

I'm so angry with was going on,
This weight on my shoulders is keeping me from moving on.
We can't go outside, so i'll just lock the door.
We have all we need here, stretched on the floor.

We'll rest for a while, and i'll be ready for tonight,
Look them in the eyes, ready to fight.
Ready to take them down, so just bring it on,
I'll take both of them, and just move on

Música do Dia [17/12/2008]

Hoje fiquem com a melhor música (na minha opinião, é claro) do novo álbum dos TV On The Radio, um dos melhores trabalhos deste 2008.

TV On The Radio - Halfway Home

The lazy way they turned your head
Into a rest stop for the dead
And did it all in gold and blue and grey

The efforts to allay your dread,
In spite of all you knew and said,
Were hard to see and harder still to say

A comfort plush all laced in lead
Was sent to quell your sentiment
And keep your trembling sentinel hand at bay

And when a sudden silhouette
Escaped the top-side of your bed
I knew you'd never ever be the same

Is it not me?
Am I not folded by your touch?
The words you spoke
I know too much
It's over now
And not enough

Is it not me?
The damage you hold inside your blush?
The load you towed
You showed it up
It's over now
And I'm insane

Wild spirits winds from out your chest
Collides with world and wilderness
It needs a gentle hand to call it home

Now surfs the sun and scales the moon
And winds the waistband of her womb
All eyes ablaze the day you break your mold

Is it not me?
Am I not culled into your clutch?
The words you spoke
I know too much
We're closer now
And said enough

Is it not me?
Am I not rolled into your crush?
The road you choose
Unloads control
See it take me so

Go on throw this stone
Into this halfway home