# 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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