Black Eyed Peas - I gotta feeling

Essa música entra hoje porque ela tem o som do novo. Ela traz a batida do que vem. Ela faz desejar a loucura, o porre louco, a deslanchada, uma nova vida, uma festa. Ela me traz aquele gostinho de que quero viver muito mais pra ouvir músicas como esta. A letra pode não ser uma obra prima, mas o som te leva a outro nível... Eleva o espírito pra ficar alegre... No fim das contas, não deveria ser assim? A vida ser up?
Desejo a todos um 2010 do caralho, porque o meu com certeza será!!!



I gotta feeling

That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

I gotta feeling
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

Tonight's the night, let's live it up
I got my money, let's spend it up
Go out and smash it like oh my God
Jump off that sofa, let's get, get off

I know that we'll have a ball if we get down
And go out and just lose it all
I feel stressed out, I wanna let it go
Let's go way out spaced out and losing all control

Fill up my cup, Mazel Tov
Look at her dancing, just take it off
Let's paint the town, we'll shut it down
Let's burn the roof and then we'll do it again

Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, let's do it
And do it and do it, let's live it up
And do it and do it and do it, do it, do it
Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it

'Cause I gotta feeling
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

I gotta feeling
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

Tonight's the night, let's live it up
I got my money, let's spend it up
Go out and smash it like oh my God
Jump off that sofa, let's get, get off

Fill up my cup, drink, Mazel Tov, lahyme
Look at her dancing, move it, move it, just take it off
Let's paint the town, we'll shut it down
Let's burn the roof and then we'll do it again

Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, let's do it
And do it and do it, let's live it up
And do it and do it and do it, do it, do it
Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, do it, do it, do it

Here we come, here we go, we gotta rock
Easy come, easy go, now we on top
Feel the shot, body rock, rock it, don't stop
Round and round, up and down, around the clock

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Saturday to Sunday
Get, get, get, get, get with us, you know what we say, say
Party every day, p-p-party every day

And I'm feelin'
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

I gotta feeling
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

Unwell - Matchbox Twenty

Engraçado... Como as coisas fluem, I mean... Este post especificamente ia ser da Alanis, You Oughta Know... Mas de repente as coisas invertem... Pululam... Mudam... E eu vi que de uma certa forma seria oportuno lembrar dessa música... Acho que todas as pessoas em algum momento já estiveram ensandecidamente conscientes... Todos também tiveram seus momentos de Mentes que controlam Matéria, Corações que controlam Mentes, Insipidez, Estupidez... Mas principalmente, muitos já estiveram simplesmente fora de si. Eu vivo numa constante. A constante me tranquiliza. Não gosto do novo, não me adapto bem à mudanças, prefiro ficar ausente quando elas acontecem. Quem vê de fora, pensa milhões de coisas sobre mim, mas não me importo. Na maior parte das vezes elas estão erradas. Todos estamos constantemente errados... Quando se olha de perto, ninguém é normal. Não mesmo.



All day staring at the ceiling

Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something

Hold on
Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown
And I don't know why

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be...me

I'm talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they've all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I've lost my mind

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

I've been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're taking me away

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

Yeah, how I used to be
How I used to be
Well, I'm just a little unwell
How I used to be
How I used to be
I'm just a little unwell

Eminem - Beautiful

Essa música fala da rehab do Eminem e dos momentos que ele passou. Ok. Isso já sabíamos. Mas se ouvirmos atentamente, como não nos identificarmos com trechos dessa música? Ela é tão verdadeira, tão real, que corta e expõe cada nervo roto do nosso corpo fraco. Quando você está na merda, sempre tem gente por perto, e não necessariamente pra ajudar. Isso é algo bem patético, e ao mesmo tempo, tão natural hoje em dia. Quando você está triste, não espere conforto. Não espere que as pessoas à sua volta olhem pra você calorosamente. Não imagine que elas trocarão de lugar com você. Ou que sentirão a sua dor. Muito pelo contrário. É impressionante como há pessoas que crescem com a sua dor. Essas são as pessoas que estiveram ao seu lado jurando que estariam lá para sempre. Que te apoiariam em cada passo do caminho. Que te animariam quando você estivesse pra baixo. Essas são as pessoas que vão criticar, te julgar, falar mal de você pelas costas... É surpreendente como há muitas dessas pessoas por aí. Essa música simplifica tudo: não deixe que elas te digam que você não é bonito... Elas que se fodam, seja verdadeiro com você. A partir do momento que você se aceita, sai do olho do furacão, e consegue se reconstruir. Como ele também estive no fundo. No lixo. Queria só ser normal. Fui julgada. Preterida. Abandonada. E a partir do momento em que mandei todos à merda, a coisa andou... E agora vai continuar andando, porque faço o que quero. E não quero saber de mais ninguém. I'm ok... E jamais... jamais deixarei mais ninguém dizer o contrário.



Lately I've been hard to reach

I've been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me?
Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me?
I'm reaching out for you....

I'm just so fuckin depressed, I just can't seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump, but I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps, fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up, in order for me to pick the mic back up
I don't know how or why or when I ended up in this position I'm in
I'm startin to feel distant again, so I decided just to pick this pen
Up and try to make an attempt to vent but I just can't admit or come to grips
With the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet
And I know some shit so hard to swallow, but I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow, but I know one fact, I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
I'll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow, but you'd have to walk a thousand miles...

Chrous
In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me, I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each others minds
Just to see what we'd find, look at shit through each others eyes

*Singing*
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get FUCKED, just stay true to you

Verse 2
I think I'm startin to lose my sense of humor, everythings so tense and gloom, I
Almost feel like I got to check the temperture of the room just as soon as
I walk in, it's like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact
Cause if I do that, then it opens the door for coversation, like I want that
I'm not looking for extra attention, I just want to be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room, maybe just point me to the closest restroom
I don't need no fuckin man servant, tryna follow me around and wipe my ass
And laugh at every single joke I crack and half of them aint even funny like
"Ahh, Marshall you're so funny man you should be a comedian, god damn"
Unfortunately I am, I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don't you all sit down, listen to the tale I'm about to tell
Hell, we ain't gotta trade our shoes, and you aint gotta walk no thousand miles

Verse 3
Nobody asked for life to deal us what these bullshit hands were dealt
We gotta take these cards ourselves, and flip them, don't expect no help
Now I could of either just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
Or take this situation in which I'm placed, and get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags
Or sat on the porch and hoped and pray for a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in, in every single place, every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid, even if it meant actin stupid
And Aunt Edna was told me, keep makin that face it'll get stuck like that
Meanwhile I'm just standin there holdin my tongue tryna talk like "thissss"
Till I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old
I learned my lesson then, cause I wasn't tryin to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story, not just based on my description
Cause where you see it, from where you're sittin, it's probably 110 percent different
I guess we would have to walk a mile in each others shoes at least
What size you wear? I wear 10's, let's see if you could fit your feet...

Chorus
Lately I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everyone has their private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me?
Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me?
I'm reaching out for you....

*Talking*
Yeah, to my babies, stay strong. Dad will be home soon. And to the rest of the world, God gave you them shoes, to fit you, so put them on and wear em. Be yourself man. Be proud of who you are. Even if it sounds corny, don't ever let anyone tell you, you aint beautiful.

Moulin Rouge - The Show Must Go On

Ontem chorei como uma criança.
Simplesmente chorei, de soluçar, com muita dor, algo absolutamente patético. Bem, chorar sempre é patético... Simplesmente lavei a alma (e o rosto, e o sofá, e as roupas, e tudo mais que tive direito) de uma forma assustadora... Não posso dizer que já não previa isso. Sabia desde o princípio que isso ia acontecer, afinal, já passei por essa mesma situação outras vezes. Foi algo mais forte que eu, simplesmente algo impossível de prever, algo que aconteceu e pá, quando vi já tava lá, soltando o berreiro e fungando... Gastando mais de dois rolos de papel em menos de três horas... Desidratando de tanta água que saía pelos olhos... Já passava das dez da noite (por que será que sempre é nesse horário?). Eu, a hipócrita racional, que tenta fingir sempre que não se deixa levar pelas emoções, e que quase sempre consegue ser fria em várias áreas da minha vida, estava lá, sentido o coração doer, morrendo por dentro.
Óbvio que estou falando sobre Moulin Rouge - Amor em Vermelho. Passeando pelos canais da Sky ontem, caí no VH1, e estava passando MR. Não pensei duas vezes: aumentei o volume, trouxe o cobertor pra sala, busquei duas garrafas de água gelada da cozinha, desencavei um pote de Häagen Dazs não-diet do congelador, saquei dois rolos de papel higiênico Neve do banheiro, afofei as almofadas no chão da sala, e chorei...
Moulin Rouge é único filme que me faz chorar da introdução aos créditos finais... Meu Deus, como posso ser tão Satine!!! A música de hoje faz parte da trilha sonora desse filme. Para não cair no absolutamente comum, decidi excluir as opções "Come What May", "Your Song" e "Elephant Love Medley". Optei pelas duas outras músicas que me deixam sempre pensando na minha vida: "One Day I'll Fly Away" e "The Show Must Go On".
And the winner is...
 

 
[Zidler]

Another hero
Another mindless crime
Behind the curtain
in the pantomime

On and on
Does anybody know
What we are living for?

Whatever happens
We live it all to chance
Another heartache
Another failed romance

On and on
Does anybody know
What we are living for?

The show must go on (2x)

Outside, the dawn is breaking
On the stage
That holds our final destiny

[Chorus]

The show must go on (2x)

[Satine]
Inside, my heart is breaking
My makeup may be flaking
But my smile
still stays on

[Chorus]

The show must go on (2x)

[Satine]
I'll top the bill
I'll earn the kill
I have to find the will to carry
On with the
On with the
On with the show

[Zidler]

On with the show...
On with the show...

[Zidler and Satine]
The show must go on...

Alanis Morissette - Not The Doctor

Existem pessoas que acreditam que só um novo amor pode curar um coração partido. Essas pessoas usam a nova conquista de muleta para seu coração, acreditando que é possível andar no mesmo passo de antigamente, como se nada tivesse acontecido. Quão ingênua pode ser essa pessoa? Outras pessoas acreditam que a cura para um coração maculado é transformar o sangue em álcool. A troca de um vício por um outro vício. Ainda há aqueles que se trancam em si, constróem um muro ao seu redor, com direito à se cercarem de fossos, canhões e estátuas por todos os lados, para evitar qualquer aproximação. Posso não concordar com isso, talvez com nada disso, ou até com tudo isso... Cada pessoa tem uma maneira própria de curar suas feridas, e no fim do dia não nos cabe julgar como cada um vai fazer isso. O que torcemos é que cada um consiga viver e, principalmente, ver que há vida após a morte. O principal, independente de qual seja a maneira escolhida, é lembrar que só você pode se curar. Ninguém vai fazer isso por você. Todos podem te dizer palavras bonitas de consolação, te chamar pra sair, ou emprestar seus corpos para satisfazer suas necessidades; porém a única pessoa que vai, realmente, cuidar de você... Sim, você sabe quem é... Essa música da Alanis expressa bem essa idéia. Cada um é responsável por seu coração. E colocar a culpa em outra pessoa é tolice. Seja simples. E aceite que a única pessoa apta a te amar... É você.



I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I don't want to be the bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don't want to be your babysitter
You're a very big boy now
I don't want to be you mother
I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door

(chorus)
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at ten past six
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

I don't want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon
I don't want to be your other half I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge
On your face at midnight
Hey what are you hungry for
I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don't want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights
I don't want to be lived through
A vicarious occasion
Please open the window

(repeat chorus)

I don't want to live on someday when my motto is last week
I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart
And its wounded beat
I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling
What do you thank me
What do you thank me for

(repeat chorus)

Mika - My Interpretation

Sabe, nem sempre o final faz mesmo sentido... E no final, nem sempre as partes querem se ouvir. Às vezes, simplesmente, a ignorância, ou mesmo o ego, toma conta, e faz com que algo que até poderia terminar de um jeito menos feio, se torne uma patética peça teatral. Há finais bonitos também. Finais coloridos, finais de novela, amigos e amigos, e que o resto seja o resto. Existem os finais que não são finais. O fim que no fim das contas não virou fim. Virou apenas uma história mal contada, e que tem um sabor de algo que ficou faltando. Mas sabe... Acho que todo fim é um recomeço. E sempre a dor vai existir. Mesmo que pequena. E por isso... Pelo fim com dor... Pelo fim magoado... Pelo fim que não foi dito tudo o que se queria e, que uma música às vezes nos mostra exatamente o sentimento do momento... É só por isso que esta música é postada hoje.



You talk about life, you talk about death,
And everything in between,
Like it's nothing, and the words are easy.
You talk about me, and you talk about you,
And everything I do,
Like it's something, that needs repeating.
I don't need an alibi or for you to realize,
The things we left unsaid,
Are only taking space up in our head.
Make it my fault, win the game
Point the finger, place the blame
It does me up and down,
It doesn't matter now.

[chorus:]
'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't, don't make sense.

The first two weeks turn into ten,
I hold my breath and wonder when it'll happen,
Does it really matter?
If half of what you said is true,
And half of what I didn't do could be different,
Would it make it better?
If we forget the things we know.
Would we have somewhere to go?
The only way is down, I can see that now.

[chorus]

It's really not such a sacrifice

[chorus]

And it don't have to make no sense to you at all,
'Cause this is my interpretation, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Grace Kelly - Mika

Ok. Ignorando completamente a idéia do Mika no sentido de essa música ser na realidade uma sátira ao desespero dos músicos de se re-inventarem para serem populares, e se adequarem ao gosto dos produtores e do público...
Penso nela, neste momento, na forma mais simples, mais romântica da coisa. Mesmo. Quantas vezes a gente também não se re-inventa, se transforma, se metamorfoseia para agradar alguém? Para ser aquilo tudo que o outro quer, e mais um pouco?
Por já ter sido idiota a esse ponto, e por Mika me lembrar diversas coisas, a música do dia é essa...


I wanna talk to you.

The last time we talked Mr. Smith you reduced me to tears.
I promise you that wont happen again!

Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?

I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess Im a little bit shy
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me without making me try?

I tried to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I tried a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!

Getting angry doesn't solve anything.

How can I help it
How can I help it
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink
Why dont you like me
Why dont you like me
Why dont you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on your shelf?

I tried to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I tried a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Walk out the door!

Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want, you want

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Walk out the door!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Walk out the door!

Humphrey...
We're Leaving
Kaching

Ironic - Alanis Morissette

Por que as pessoas insistem em terminar coisas que nem sequer começaram? Por que as pessoas se iludem com certas bobagens, e têm a tendência besta de querer achar sentido e significado em tudo o que vêem? Às vezes uma poesia é só uma poesia, uma amizade é só uma amizade, e um texto não é nada além de palavras reunidas num pedaço de papel. Existe uma tênue linha que separa o sentimento da razão, e minha linha é muito bem definida, obrigada. Essa vontade de nada de vez em quando me vem com força, e faz com que muitas das coisas que eu escreva ou diga sejam, simplesmente, coisas. Oras; suposições são apenas suposições... Que mania de querer fazer com que a utopia tenha forma... Isso é o que mais me cansa. Tenho que andar com uma plaquinha de "Not Interested" ou "Just a Friend" ou "Not What You Are Thinking" ou "I Know Who You Are And What You Do And I Don't Need You To Remind Me About That" ou "I Know How To Be Cool Without Needing To Fuck You" ou algo do gênero...? Afe, sabe, ô vida que cansa essa... Se pra escrever preciso estar apaixonada, poxa, tava perdida, não escrevia nada na vida, ia "ser gauche", ou então contadora, sei lá... Como a vida é irônica...



An old man turned ninety-eight

He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic... don't you think

(chorus)
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures

Mr. Play it Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
"Well, isn't this nice."
And isn't it ironic ... don't you think

(chorus)
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures

Well life has a funny way
of sneaking up on you when you think everything's okay
and everything's going right
And life has a funny way
of helping you out when you think everything's gone
wrong and everthing blows up in your face

A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife

And isn't it ironic... don't you think
A little too ironic.. and yeah I really do think...

(repeat chorus)

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
And life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out

Mika - Happy Ending

Mika realmente sabia do que estava falando quando escreveu essa música... 
Se foi do nada, se foi acidente, se foi pra valer, não importa.
O que importa é que caiu como um número 38 no meu corpo. E alma.



This is the way you left me,

I'm not pretending,
No hope, no love, no glory,
No happy ending

This is the way that we love,
Like its forever,
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together

Wake up in the morning,
Stumble on my life,
Can't get no love without sacrifice,
If anything should happen,
I guess I wish you well,
Mmm a little bit of heaven,
But a little bit of hell

This is the hardest story,
that I have ever told,
No hope, no love, no glory,
Happy ending's gone forever more
I feel as if I'm wasting,
And I waste every day

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending,
No hope, no love, no glory,
No happy ending

This is the way that we love,
Like its forever,
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together

Too black in the morning,
Someone's on my mind,
Can't get no rest,
Keep walking around,
If I pretend that nothing ever went wrong,
I can get to my sleep I can dream now and just carry on??

This is the hardest story,
that I have ever told,
No hope, or love, or glory,
Happy endings gone forever more,

I feel as if I'm wasting,
And I waste every day,

Oh I feel as if I'm wasting,
And I waste every day

(In background)

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending,
No hope, no love, no glory,
No happy ending

This is the way that we love,
Like its forever,
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together


A little bit of love
Little bit of love (repeated)

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending,
No hope, no love, no glory,
No happy ending

This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever,
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together