quarta-feira, 28 de outubro de 2009

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

quinta-feira, 22 de outubro de 2009

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

quarta-feira, 21 de outubro de 2009

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