quarta-feira, 30 de dezembro de 2009

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

quarta-feira, 9 de dezembro de 2009

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.

quinta-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2009

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...