I am slowing down
As the years go by
I am sinking
So I trick myself
Like everybody else
The secrets I hide
Twist me inside
They make me weaker
So I trick myself
Like everybody else
I crouch in fear and wait
I’ll never feel again…
If only I could remember
Anything at all
O bandido solitário tem no crime o coração
Traz do roubo o seu salário
Paga caro a paixão.O bandido solitário tem uma bala no canhão
Vai metê-la no diabo
Já deitado no caixão.O bandido solitário tem a fúria de um cão
E anda às voltas pelas ruas
Com a alma pela mão.O bandido solitário só faz folga para foder,
Escolhe sempre as mais feias,
Gosta de beijar sem ver.E a mulher que o quiser tem de ouvir esta canção,
E a mulher que o quiser,
Farto peito, grande língua, anos de bailado e natação.Foi um dia apanhado a roubar uma espanhola,
Ficou tudo admirado
E tiraram-lhe a pistola.E a pistola era tola, só servia para espirrar,
Carregando numa mola
Não servia para matar.E a mulher que o quiser tem de ir para a prisão,
E a mulher que o quiser,
Farto peito, grande língua, anos de bailado e natação.E a mulher que o quiser tem de ir para a prisão,
A mulher que o quiser,
Farto peito, grande língua, anos de bailado e natação.
Música de Mundo Cão
Letra de Valter Hugo Mãe
Há bandas que envelhecem mal. Como um vinho verde que se deixa pasar uns anos e se transforma em algo turvo e avinagrado. Os Nirvana foi uma das minhas bandas prediletas (logo que o seu álbum «Nevermind» chegou a Portugal corri logo a comprar um CD no longínquo ano 1991) e é disso exemplo – o grunge não resistiu bem ao passar das modas e ecoa muito mal passado estes anos todos… Porém a música e o video clip de Smell like teen Spirit ainda hoje me fazem as tripas entrarem em ebulição e o coração a bombar a um passo de desatar ao saltos como quando tinha 18 anos.
From the dusty mesa her looming shadow grows
Hidden in the branches of the poison creosoteShe twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun,
And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood.In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon,
I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom.A strange hunger haunted me; the looming shadows danced.
I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand.When the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold,
Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones.And rise with me forever across the silent sand,
And the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands.
Música de Handsome Family – (tema do genérico de True Detective)
So you’re on the floor, at 54
Think you can last – at the Palace
Does your body go to the to and fro?
But tonight’s the night – or didn’t you know
That Ivan meets G.I. Joe
He tried his tricks- that Ruskie bear
The United Nations said it’s all fair
He did the radiation – the chemical plague
But he could not win – with a cossack spin
The Vostok Bomb – the Stalin strike
He tried every move – he tried to hitch hike
He drilled a hole – like a Russian star
He made every move in his repertoire
When Ivan meet G.I. Joe
Now it was G.I. Joe’s turn to blow
He turned it on – cool and slow
He tried a payphone call to the Pentagon
A radar scan – a leviathan
He wiped the Earth – clean as a plate
What does it take to make a Ruskie break?
But the crowd are bored and off they go
Over the road to watch China blow!
When Ivan meets G.I. Joe
Ivan Meets G.I. Joe – The Clash
Breaking my back
Just to know your name
Seventeen tracks
And I’ve had it with this gameI’m breaking my back
Just to know your name
But heaven ain’t close
In a place like thisAnything goes
But don’t blink you might missCause heaven ain’t close
In a place like this
I said heaven ain’t close
In a place like thisBring it back down
Bring it back down tonight, hoo hoo
Never thought I’d let a rumor
Ruin my moonlightWell somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last yearIt’s not confidential
I’ve got potentialReady? Let’s roll
Onto something new
Taking its toll
And I’m leaving without youReady? Let’s roll
Onto something new
Cause heaven ain’t close
In a place likethis
Heaven ain’t close
So don’t blink you might missCause heaven ain’t close
In a place like this
I said heaven ain’t close
In a place like thisBring it back down
Bring it back down tonight
Never thought I’d let a rumor
Ruin my moonlightWell somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last yearIt’s not confidential
I’ve got potential
A rushin’, a rushin’ aroundPace yourself from me
I said maybe, baby please
But I just don’t know now
When all I wanna do is tryBut somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last yearIt’s not confidential
I’ve got potential
A rushin’, a rushin’ aroundSomebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last yearIt’s not confidential
I’ve got potential
A rushin’, a rushin’ aroundSomebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last yearIt’s not confidential
I’ve got potential
A rushin’, a rushin’ around
by the The Killers