Nada como um fim-de-semana a ouvir Magnetic Fields. Neste momento, estou com a 'The Flowers She Sent and the Flowers She Said She Sent' e a 'All the Umbrellas in London' na cabeça. Duas músicas de albuns anteriores à obra prima 69 Love Songs. Nesta segunda música ele diz: 'all the dope in New York couldn't kill this pain' e a verdade é que os Magnetic Fields são, talvez, o mais próximo de 'matar esta dor' que conheço.If I live through the night
I could be alright
It could make a good song or something
I've been trying to give myself reasons to live
But I really can't think of one thing
I drive around
I walk around in circles
'Cause I've got no sense of direction
I guess I've got no sense at all
All the umbrellas in London couldn't stop this rain
And all the dope in New York couldn't kill this pain
And all the money in Tokyo couldn't make me stay
All the umbrellas in London couldn't stop this rain
I don't cry anymore
I walk out of the door
And I usually keep on walking
I may sit in a bar
Where the cocktails are
But I really don't feel like talking
I ride around
And let the darkness fall
'Cause I've got a sense of perfection
And nothing makes much sense at all
All the umbrellas in London couldn't stop this rain
And all the dope in New York couldn't kill this pain
And all the money in Tokyo couldn't make me stay
All the umbrellas in London couldn't stop this rain
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neste momento, os meus eleitos para cantarem a(minha) dor são a amy winehouse e os of montreal, estes últimos que fui descobrir melhor por tua sugestão e que acabaram por ser adoptados por mim.
um bem hajas...:) lol
ps: ah e claro, o morrissey.
sim, o último álbum dos of montreal é muito bom para cantar a dor. A 'A Sentence of...' tem duas quadras fantásticas:
"I spent the winter on the verge of a total breakdown
While living in Norway
I felt the darkness of the black metal bands
But being such fawn of a man
I didn't burn down any old churches
Just slept way too much, just slept"
"I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book
While trying to restructure my character
Because it had become vile to its creator
And through many dreadful nights
I lay praying to a saint that nobody has heard of
And waiting for some high times to come again"
Da amy, não conheço nada, tenho de tratar disso. O Morrissey é simplesmente o maior. Aqui o Stephen Merritt tem uma escrita muito parecida com a do Morrissey, depressiva mas com umas piadas para aligeirar a coisa.
a minha banda sonora para a neura de hoje postei no meu blog.
com os teus posts sobre magnetic fields fiquei com vontade de tornar a arranjar o 69 lovesongs, q fiquei sem ele quando o disco do pc fritou.
tens de arranjar isso outra vez. os dois primeiros cd's são o amor, o terceiro tem os seus momentos.
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