# CDXIII - É um plano bem simples...

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[Porto, Rio Douro - Out'10]

Multi-instrumentalista e de ambientes minimalistas, o artista de Coimbra David Santos é o nome por detrás do projecto Noiserv. Neste Julho de 2010, editou o EP intitulado "A day in the day of the days"... a banda-sonora para um dos nossos dias...

É daí este belíssimo tema.


06:00am - Mr. Carousel [Noiserv]

I wanna say it's alive,
I wanna write the end with final surprise
I wanna take it tonight,
I wanna guide the end so simple and tie
And if you feel so sided ...
and if you feel so sided about the plan we've tried
just buy the end
And if you talk with a friend,
with a friend of a friend it's a simple plan
If you wanna take my pride
about the plan when you die just come in
We should talk about them,
about the ones who depend all in the end
When you say to a friend ...
and when you say to a friend
"what a time we spent!"
it just depends...
And if you stop in the end ...
and when you say to a friend
"try as good as you can!"
it's a simple plan.

# CDXII - You lost that feeling

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[Going - Agst'10]





Uma canção fantástica!
A versão original - dos dEUS.

E o cover, de quem será?



Nothing really ends - dEUS



The plan it wasn't much of a plan
I just started walking
I had enough of this old town
had nothing else to do
It was one of those nights
you wonder how nobody died
we started talking
You didn't come here to have fun
you said: "well I just came for you"

But do you still love me?
do you feel the same
Do I have a chance
of doing that old dance
with someone I've been
pushing away

And touch we touched the soul
the very soul, the soul of what we were then
With the old schemes of shattered dreams
lying on the floor
You looked at me
no more than sympathy
my lies you have heard them
My stories you have laughed with
my clothes you have torn

And do you still love me?
do you feel the same
And do I have a chance
of doing that old dance again
Is it too late for some of that romance again
Let's go away, we'll never have the chance again

You lost that feeling
You want it again
More than I'm feeling
you'll never get
You've had a go at
all that you know
You lost that feeling
so come down and show

Don't say goodbye
let accusations fly
like in that movie
You know the one where Martin Sheen
waves his arm to the girl on the street
I once told a friend
that nothing really ends
no one can prove it
So I'm asking you now
could it possibly be
that you still love me?
And do you feel the same
Do I have a chance
of doing that old dance again
Is it too late for some of that romance again
Let's go away, we'll never have the chance again

I take it all from you
I take it all from you
I take it all from you
I take it all from you

I take it all from you
I take it all from you

# CDXI - Angelic females do burn so very well

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[Fly away, Out'10]

Wojcik, norte-americana do Michigan, carrega a particularidade de ser filha de cuidadores de animais de um jardim zoológico. ;)

No seu album Diorama tem um dueto, alegre e bem ritmado, com o vocalista punk Tesco Vee, dos Meatmen.
E é o que tenho ouvido nestes dias.


HAILEY WOJCIK (com Tesco Vee)- Model Aeroplane

I built a model airplane just to fly away from you
I built a model airplane and I sniffed up all the glue
But no matter how high I fly I can never outrun you
'Cause you're in my nightmares every night and you're in my daymares too

I stole that submarine so I could sink away from you
You're such a creep, that briny deep was all that I could do
I floated to the surface just to shoot your airplane down
Our proud and blessed union had crashed into the ground

I went to the confession cleared my conscience cleared my throat
They threw me in the bathtub to see if I would float
But I drank up all the water, so they had to make me Pope
But there isn't enough holy wine to numb a heart this broke

Made a deal-o with the devil so I could watch you rot in hell
He said angelic females do burn so very well
He conjured, belched and bellowed as he stoked your funeral pyre
He crushed you into pill form and washed you down with fire

I pray this heartfelt writing finds you racked with mortal pain
'Cause what you did to my heart left a mean and nasty stain
Just try and fly that plane again, you know what I will do

To you just what you did to me
But I'm more fucking pissed than thee
You black-hearted calamity
Our love has turned to tragedy
It's all the fault of you, Hailey
I beg to differ, Tesco Vee
But on this point we can agree
Our love crashed to the ground

# CDX - Só sentes falta da água...

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... se, um dia, o teu poço secar!

O Blog Action Day de 2010 é subordinado ao tema "A água". E percebe-se por quê:

Com este post, o [4thefun] associa-se ao evento. Divulgo a iniciativa e reclamo a importância deste assunto sem abdicar da estrutura habitual deste espaço.

Pensei numa canção que abordasse, de alguma forma, a temática. E lembrei-me deste blues, interpretado pelo lendário Otis Redding - cuidar dos relacionamentos, das rosas de que cuidamos, das pessoas que cativamos é algo que se impõe enquanto há tempo.

Com a água passa-se algo de muito semelhante!

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You Don't Miss Your Water
(W. Bell)

In the beginning you really loved me
But I was blind and I could not see
But when you left me oh, how I cried
You don't miss your water till your well runs dry


I was a playboy
I could not be true
I couldn't believe I really loved you
But when you left me oh, how I cried
You don't miss your water till your well runs dry


In the beginning you really loved me
But I was blind and I could not see
But when you left me oh, how I cried
You don't miss your water till your well runs dry
You don't miss your water till your well runs dry

# CDIX - Qual beija-flor

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[Da net]

1. Encantam-me os colibris.
2. Um dos meus grupos de retorno obrigatório. Têm cd novo. Com esta canção...


"I'm A Hummingbird" - Eels

The old oak tree had roots so far down in the ground
I fell from it and hit the dirt without a sound
I dreamt at night of growing wings so I could fly
A caterpillar to a moth before I die

I plodded through, ordinarily earthbound
I knew my feet could never leave the ground
I went about my way, unsteady and afraid
How could I know I was headed for this day?
All the seconds
And the minutes
And the hours
And the days
And the weeks
And the months
And the years of my life

It was all worth it
To be here now

I'm a hummingbird
Floatin' tree to tree
I'm a hummingbird
Beautiful and free

The old oak tree was dead; I had to cut it down
The sapling roots were new and sprouting through the ground
New worlds were taking shape, unseen and unknown
A branch to rest upon
A place to call my own

Something had changed, and I'm not sure how or why
I wasn't dreaming; I was awake, I was alive
Gave up the ghost; he had nothing left to say
But it was him who brought me to this day
All the seconds
And the minutes
And the hours
And the days
And the weeks
And the months
And the years of my life

It was all worth it
To be here now

I'm a hummingbird
Floatin' tree to tree
I'm a hummingbird
Beautiful and free

# CDVIII - Lullaby

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[Detalhe de Flora, Jardim da Cordoaria, Porto - Set'10]


Ouço-a em mode repeat.

Balogh faz parte dos Kalyi Jag, um grupo cigano da Hungria. Esta canção é cantada em romani, a lingua cigana. Soa-me como uma canção de embalar - e eu adoro-as!


Mori Shej, Sabina / Joszef Balogh


Buter káj egy berseszki szán
Móri drágo piko séj
Vorbisz mánge káki-koki
Móri drágo piko séj

Áj mori séj, mori drago pikonyéj
Álálálá.....
Áj mori séj, mori drago pikonyéj
Álálálá.....

Kináu tuke szomnákáj
Móri drágo piko séj
Lá lumáko szomnákáj
Móri drágo piko séj

Áj mori séj, mori drago pikonyéj
Álálálá.....
Áj mori séj, mori drago pikonyéj
Álálálá.....

Áldin dévlá murá sá
Móri drágo pikonya
Móri drágo pikonya
Murá sukár szábiná

Áj mori séj, mori drago pikonyéj
Álálálá.....
Áj mori séj, mori drago pikonyéj
Álálálá.....









Em inglês, seria algo como:




My Daughter Sabina

You are only just one-year-old
Little, tiny dear daughter
You are chattering to me
Little, tiny dear daughter

Ay daughter, my dear tiny baby,
Alalala.....
Ay daughter, my dear tiny baby,
Alalala.....

I'll buy some gold jewels for you
Dear tiny daughter
All the gold jewels in the world
Dear tiny daughter

Ay daughter, my dear tiny baby,
Alalala.....
Ay daughter, my dear tiny baby,
Alalala.....

God bless my daughter
My tiny baby
My tiny baby
My beautiful Sabina

Ay daughter, my dear tiny baby,
Alalala.....
Ay daughter, my dear tiny baby,
Alalala.....

# CDVII - I carry you, I nurture you, I give birth to you

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