Musica Bacana
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Grande Lobo

Lobão - Samba da Caixa Preta
Composição: Lobão
Minha alma chora, vejo o Rio de Janeiro
Rio do desterro, samba, funk, telecoteco e James Brown
Vejo a anatomia de um abraço numa lápide indefesa
Cristo Rendido, paixão, telenovela e carnaval
Aqui o narciso é carioca, não morre afogado, mergulha, dá umjeito
Se transforma em peixe ornamental
E o Rio se devora e se repele numa fantasia triste
Em ser um capacho alegre, sempre da maneira mais atual
Esse é o samba da caixa preta
Salve o samba, nós temos samba
Esse é o arremedo de suíngue, balanço, funk, telecoteco?
Esse é o aconchego indulgente das águas de março fechando overão.
Fechando o verão?
Esse é o narciso se achando esperto por não dar bandeira deafogado
Se afoga narciso, pelo menos isso
Se afoga narciso, compromisso é compromisso
Se afoga narciso, avec elegance, esperteza tem hora
Se afoga narciso
Sobe o morro, desce o asfalto
Bala perdida, mãos ao alto!
Não sei se corro
Não sei se calo
É a Rocinha, é o Cantagalo
Não tem sujeira, é o verão
Sem promessa de vida pra qualquer coração
É a polícia, é o emergente da Barra
É a Tijuca, é a Guanabara
Rio, me abraça com todos os teus restos
Que eu sou tua cria, subproduto do subproduto
Rio, me abraça com a tua decadência que eu te chamo deMaravilhosa precariedade na permanência
Maravilhosa precariedade na permanência
Maravilhosa precariedade na permanência
Maravilhosa precariedade na permanência
Maravilhosa!!!!
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Mercury Rev - Psicodelia moderna...

Holes (from album Desert's Songs 1998)
Time, all the long red lines, that take
Control, of all th smokelike streams that flow into yr
Dreams, that big blue open sea, that can't be
Crossed, that can't be climbed, just born
Between, oh th' two white lines, distant gods an' faded
Signs, of all those blinking lites, you had t' pick the one tonite...
Holes, dug by little moles, angry jealous
Spies, got telephones for eyes, come t' you as
Friends, all those endless ends, that can't be
Tied, oh they make me laugh, an' always make me
Cry, til they drop like flies, an' sink like polished
Stones, of all th' stones i throw, how does that ol' song go
how does that ol' song go...
Bands, those funny little plans, that never work quite right.

Secret For A Song (from album "The Secret Migration" 2005)
Dawn brought a wild light, back into her tired eyes,
Like violets, opening her eyelids to the light,
Oh she was golden, I caught her still glowing,
I told you where we're goin' girl,
We're off for a dark country ride
I'll tell you a secret, I'll sell you a secret for a song,
Some day I'll tell you and take you back home where you belong
All the leaves are falling, Two suns are slowly rising,
I'll take you where the morning star burns just for you,
My dark country bride
I'll tell you a secret, oh I'll sell you a secret for a song,
I'll give you my soul, babe, an one day you'll give me yours
Oh I'll tell you a secret, I'll sell you my secret for a song,
I'll give you my soul, babe, an one day you'll give me yours
I'll tell you a secret, I'll sell you my secret for a song,
Some day I'll tell you and take you back home where you belong
Friday, November 11, 2005
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Depeche Mode.Playing the angel

Depeche volta aos bons tempos:
A Pain That I'm Used To
I'm not sure what I'm looking for anymore
I just know that I'm harder to console
I don't see who I'm trying to be instead of me
But the key is a question of control
Can you say what you're trying to play anyway
I just pay while you're breaking all the rules
All the signs that I find have been underlined
Devils thrive on the drive that is fueled
All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true
There's a hole in your soul like an animal
With no conscience, repentance, oh no
Close your eyes, pay the price for your paradise
Devils feed on the seeds of the soul
I can't conceal what I feel, what I know is real
No mistaking the faking, I care
With a prayer in the air I will leave it there
On a note full of hope not despair
All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings trueDepeche Mode A Pain That I'm Used To
I'm not sure what I'm looking for anymore
I just know that I'm harder to console
I don't see who I'm trying to be instead of me
But the key is a question of control
Can you say what you're trying to play anyway
I just pay while you're breaking all the rules
All the signs that I find have been underlined
Devils thrive on the drive that is fueled
All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true
There's a hole in your soul like an animal
With no conscience, repentance, oh no
Close your eyes, pay the price for your paradise
Devils feed on the seeds of the soul
I can't conceal what I feel, what I know is real
No mistaking the faking, I care
With a prayer in the air I will leave it there
On a note full of hope not despair
All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true
Saturday, November 05, 2005
NIN 03.nov New York City Madison Square Garden - Abertura: Queens of the Stone Age









Show de abertura do Queens of the Stone Age e Show do Nine Inch Nails...indescritivel!!!
Set list:
intro*
Pinion
(curtain up)
Love Is Not Enough
(curtains down)
You Know What You Are
Terrible Lie
Line Begins To Blur
March of the Pigs
The Frail/The Wretched
Closer
(this is where it gets fuzzy..may miss or rearrange songs)
Something I Can Never Have
Burn
Gave Up
Eraser (holy fuck, they played Eraser)
Right Where It Belongs
Beside You In Time (these two songs with the curtain down, the images on the curtain gave these songs a new political/humane kind of feel)
Reptile (yeeeeeaaaaaah)
Wish
The Collector
Suck
Hurt
-encore-
Hand That Feeds
Head Like A Hole
Monday, October 31, 2005


Nao conhece o Rasputina? Pois eh, tb nao conhecia....mas acabei ouvindo,gostei e fui no show, e nao me arrependo...muito bom. New York City, 31 de outubro de 2005, Halloween, Show do Rasputina....todo mundo fantasiado, mas bizarro impossivel...hehehe. E olha o Jesus tocando bateria....blasfemia!!!!!hahaha






