O problema dos classicistas

"I think it sometimes hurts you when you stay too long in school. I think it sometimes hurts you when you are afraid to be called a fool."

I strongly recommend

As notícias do dia ilustradas por canções com 32 anos

Canções que deviam ser colocadas num chip e inseridas à força na cabeça das pessoas X (edição especial de aniversário)

Miranda Sex Garden - Cut

Hino oficial das coisas que correm mal

Ou seja, hino oficial do Verão português de 2011

Surprise! Party!
Yeah, we just thought we'd drop in!
Where's your icebox?
Where's the punch?
Eww, house-a-tosis!

Who's to blame when parties really get out of hand?
Who's to blame when they get poorly planned?
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoooo--oooooo...

Crashers get bombed, slobs make a mess
Ya know sometimes they'll even ruin your wife's dress
Crashers gettin' bombed. (Who's to blame?)
Can you pull it back in line?
Can you salvage it in time?

What can you do to save a party?
Parcheesi? Charades? A spur-of-the-moment
Scavenger hunt, or Queen of the Nile? (Wooooh!)
Who turned out the lights? (Wooooh!)

Bombed, crashers gettin' bombed
Crasher's gettin' bombed, bombed, bombed, bombed, well who's to blame?

Who's to blame when situations degenerate?
Disgusting things you'd never anticipate
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooo--ooooooo...

People get sick, they play the wrong games
Ya know, it can ruin your name!
Crashers gettin' bombed. (Who's to blame?)
Can you pull it back in line?
Can you salvage it in time?

Woooooh!
It shouldn't be difficult!
Try not to condemn!
O.K. who ordered pizza?
I'll be tactful when making the rounds
Be tactful when making the rounds
and maybe you can save a party....

Party gone out of bounds!
Gone out of bounds!
Party gone out of bounds!
Gone out of bounds!

Musiquinhas para reflectir - Take 3

Musiquinhas para reflectir - Take 2

Musiquinhas para reflectir - Take 1

Então mas isto agora é só musiquinhas? E escrever qualquer coisinha?

Vai tu, pá!

Laisse tomber les filles
Laisse tomber les filles
Un jour c'est toi qu'on laissera
Laisse tomber les filles
Laisse tomber les filles
Un jour c'est toi qui pleurera

Oui j'ai pleuré mais ce jour là
Non je ne pleurerai pas
Non je ne pleurerai pas
Je dirai c'est bien fait pour toi
Je dirai ça t'apprendra
Je dirai ça t'apprendra

Laisse tomber les filles
Laisse tomber les filles
Ça te jouera un mauvais tour
Laisse tomber les filles
Laisse tomber les filles
Tu le paieras un de ces jours

On ne joue pas impunément
Avec un coeur innocent
Avec un coeur innocent
Tu verras ce que je ressens
Avant qu'il ne soit longtemps
Avant qu'il ne soit longtemps

La chance abandonne
Celui qui ne sait
Que laisser des coeurs blessés
Tu n'auras personne
Pour te consoler
Tu ne l'auras pas volé

Laisse tomber les filles
Laisse tomber les filles
Un jour c'est toi qu'on laissera
Laisse tomber les filles
Laisse tomber les filles
Un jour c'est toi qui pleureras

Non pour te plaindre il n'y aura
Personne d'autre que toi
Personne d'autre que toi
Alors tu te rappelleras
Tout ce que je te dis là
Tout ce que je te dis là

Diário da campanha (30 de Maio)

Um ponto de vista optimista para contrariar o estado geral de inquietação

Sleep tight... (things that really matter)

As I walked down by the riverside

One evening in the spring

Heard a long gone song

From days gone by

Blown in on the great North wind

Though there is no lonesome corncrake's cry

Or sorrow and delight

You can hear the cars

And the shouts from bars

And the laughter and the fights

May the ghosts that howled

Round the house at night

Never keep you from your sleep

May they all sleep tight

Down in hell tonight

Or where ever they may be

As I walked on with a heavy heart

Then a stone danced on the tide

And the song went on

Though the lights were gone

And the North wind gently sighed

And an evening breeze coming from the East

That kissed the riverside

So I pray now child that you sleep tonight

When you hear this lullaby

May the wind that blows from haunted graves

Never bring you misery

May the angels bright

Watch you tonight

And keep you while you sleep

O dia em que morreu o Sinatra

Lembro-me que estava em Nova Iorque quando morreu o Sinatra. Os edifícios mudaram de cor nessa noite. As Torres Gémeas ainda faziam parte do skyline. Foi em 1998. O país estava deslumbrado porque ia inaugurar a Expo '98 e eu ainda tinha a casa cheia do pó das obras.

Canções que deviam ser colocadas num chip e inseridas à força na cabeça das pessoas IX

The Feelies - Crazy Rythmn (1980)

A Certain Ratio - Knife Slits Water

Rip Rig & Panic- Storm the Reality Asylum

23 Skidoo - Coup

Einstürzende Neubauten - Stella Maris

Tomorrow-The Durutti Column

The Feelies - Original Love

Canções que deviam ser colocadas num chip e inseridas à força na cabeça das pessoas VIII

O regresso da série que fez a delícia de gerações.

A propósito de hinos...

All you kids that just sit and whine
You should have been there back in '79
You say we're giving you a real hard time
You boys are really breaking my heart
Spurs beat Arsenal, what a game
The blood was running in the drains
Intercity took the trains
And really took the place apart
That was the year Nan Harris died
And Charlie Jones committed suicide
The world we knew busted open wide
In the winter of '79

I'd been working on and off
A pint of beer was still ten bob
My brand new Bonneville got ripped off
I more or less give up trying
They stopped the Social in the spring
And quite a few communists got run in
And National Service come back in
In the winter of '79
When Marco's caff went up in flames
The Vambo boys took the blame
The SAS come and took our names
In the winter of '79

It was us poor bastards took the chop
When the tubes gone up and the buses stopped
The top people still come out on top
The government never resigned
The Carib Club got petrol bombed
The National Front was getting awful strong
They done in Dave and Dagenham Ron
In the winter of '79
When all the gay geezers got put inside
And coloured kids was getting crucified
A few fought back and a few folks died
In the winter of '79

Yes a few of us fought
And a few of us died
In the winter of '79

Banda sonora para os tempos que correm (em versão dupla)

Playlist of the day (golden oldies)

Há muito tempo que não faço uma lista de músiquitas catitas.

Cá vai disto. Dez razões para não perder tempo a ouvir essas modernices que andam por aí.

1. Enter The Young | The Association
2. You Just May Be The One | The Monkees
3. Roadrunner | The Zombies
4. Red Telephone | Love
5. CIA Man | The Fugs
6. Day Is Done | Nick Drake
7. Headin' For The Texas Border | Flamin' Groovies
8. All The Young Dudes | Mott The Hoople
9. Let's Loot The Supermarket | The Deviants
10. Bored | Destroy All Monsters

Quero ser um velhote Jamaicano

Está decidido, quanto tiver 80 anos, quero ser um velhote Jamaicano desdentado e tocar numa banda com amigos da mesma idade.

Agradecimentos ao Bicho da Goiaba

PS: Diz que é uma versão de um tal de Amy Winehouse. Não faço ideia de quem seja, porque não ouço modernices.

Hoje, apetece-me disto (Gaja Fatela, dos Velvet Underground)

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