Comments: Posted 12:44 AM by Szum
Disco bonitaço para ouvir é o novo dos escoceses do Belle & Sebastian.Write About Love tem participação da Norah Jones.Recomendo.

Comments: Posted 5:27 PM by Szum
Um dos meus queridinhos do ano passado são os xx, que cometeram um belo disco, principalmente em Islands.

I don't have to leave anymore
What I have is right here
Spend my nights and days before
Searching the world for what's right here

Underneath and unexplored
Islands and cities I have looked
Here I saw
Something I couldn't over look

I am yours now
So now I don't ever have to leave
I've been found out
So now I'll never explore

See what I've done
That bridge is on fire
Going back to where I've been
I'm froze by desire
No need to leave

Where would I be
If this were to go under
That's a risk I'd take
I'm froze by desire
As if a choice I'd make

I am yours now
So now I don't ever have to leave
I've been found out
So now I'll never explore
[x2]

Comments: Posted 11:27 AM by Szum
As canções do Antony and the Johnsons são marcadas pela intensidade e emoção. Aeon é um bom exemplo disso.

Oh aeon
My baby boy
Oh aeon will take care of me

All the stars, your eyes
Raining just for me
Oh aeon will set me free

Oh aeon
My baby boy
Oh aeon will repair me

Oh his heart enjoyed
Restores eyes alloyed
Carry me through the olden void

Oh aeon
His arms are warm
Oh aeon was never born

Aeon’s eyes forlorn
He contains the storm
He’s the pasture of my dawn

Oh aeon
My baby boy
Oh aeon will take care of me

Hold my father
For it is myself
Without him I wouldn’t exist

Oh aeon
Love my father
For my father is myself

Hold that man
In your tender clutch
Hold that man I love so much

Comments: Posted 10:55 AM by Szum
Coisas boas para ouvir em 2010 (2). A superbanda de Josh Homme, John Paul Jones e Dave Grohl, o Them Crooked Vultures com New Fang.

New fang
No thang
Got it made
To parade
Find a sucker
I don't want another

Stand up
Step aside
Open wide
Hangin out with mamma
Till the fears go

Want you?
Yes I do
Follow them
Take your turn
Getting gone for girls

Loose lips
Lipstick smeared
Come and go
I think it's what they gotta know

Sometimes ya break a finger on the other hand
Think you got me confused for a better man

Sometimes you break the finger on the other hand
Say you've got me confused, ah

I ain't a better man

No slack
Cadillac
Couldn't quit
Guns slaps
As we take back

Accept
One of them
far behind
In a time
When my mind was like a landmine

Tailgate
By the lake
Too much too young
Everybody gonna come along

Turn red
No show
Nothing left so your gotta roll

Sometimes ya break a finger on the other hand
Said you've got me confused with a better man

Sometimes you break the finger on the other hand
I know you've got me confused

Don't go, oh no

New fang pressing down low
No more waiting around for

New fang pressing down, ah
No more waiting around, ah

New fang
New fang
They gonna wait? No

New fang
New
They gonna wait no more

Comments: Posted 11:38 AM by Szum
Coisas boas para ouvir em 2010. Começamos pela França, com o Phoenix. Ouve aí Lisztomania.

So sentimental
Not sentimental no !
Romantic not disgusting yet
Darling I’m down and lonely
When with the fortunate only
I’ve been looking for something else
Do let do let do let jugulate do let do let do
Let’s go slowly, discouraged,
Distant from other interests
On your favorite weekend ending
This love’s for gentlemen only
That’s with the fortunate only
No I gotta be someone else
These days it comes it comes it comes it comes it comes and goes
Lisztomania
Think less but see it grow
Like a riot, like a riot, oh !
Not easily offended
Not hard to let it go
From a mess to the masses

Lisztomania
Think less but see it grow
Like a riot, like a riot, oh !
Not easily offended
Not hard to let it go
From a mess to the masses

Follow, misguide, stand still
Disgust, discourage
On this breadless weekend ending
This love’s for gentlemen only
Wealthiest gentlemen only
And now that you’re lonely
Do let do let do let jugulate do let do let do
Let’s go slowly, discouraged,
We’ll burn the pictures instead
When it’s all over we can barely discuss
For one minute only
Not with the fortunate only
Thought it could have been something else
These days it comes it comes it comes it comes it comes and goes

Lisztomania
Think less but see it grow
Like a riot, like a riot, Oh !
Not easily offended
Not hard to let it go
From a mess to the masses

Lisztomania
Think less but see it grow
Like a riot, like a riot, Oh !
Not easily offended
Not hard to let it go
From a mess to the masses

Mmmmm - it's showtime, it's showtime, it's showtime
Ohhhh - it's showtime, it's showtime, it's showtime

Time - time to show up, time to show up, it's time to show up
Time - time to show up, time to show up, it's time to show up
From a mess to the masses

Lisztomania
Think less but see it grow
Like a riot, like a riot, Oh!
Discuss, discuss, discuss, discuss, discuss this story!

Comments: Posted 4:15 PM by Szum
Na primeira audição não impressiona, mas com o passar do tempo percebe-se que o Muse cometeu um grande disco em The Resistance.Recomendo!Uprising é o primeiro single estouradaço até nas piores rádios...

Comments: Posted 10:22 AM by Szum
Bela interpretação da Fernanda Takai em seu último trabalho.Recomendo!

Sempre só
Eu vivo procurando alguém
Que sofra como eu também
Mas não consigo achar ninguém

Sempre só
E a vida vai seguindo assim
Não tenho quem tem dó de mim
Estou chegando ao fim

A luz negra de um destino cruel
Ilumina um teatro sem cor
Onde estou representando o papel
De palhaço do amor

Comments: Posted 10:35 PM by Szum
Trilha para o feriadão: Feel Good Inc. do Gorillaz.

Comments: Posted 8:18 PM by Szum
Gostei do novo do Arctic Monkeys.Caprichado! Começa bem com The Propeller.

If you can summon the strength, tow me
I can’t hold down the urgency
You’ve got to make your descent, slowly
And oil up those sticky keys.

Coax me out my low
And have a spin of my propeller.

It is a necessary, evil
No cause for emergency
Borrow the beak of a bald, eagle
Oh, momentary synergy.

Coax me out my low
Sink into tomorrow
Coax me out my low
And have a spin of my propeller

My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own.
When are you arriving?
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own.
When are you arriving?
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own/
When are you arriving?
My propeller.

Comments: Posted 12:54 PM by Szum
Um grande disco de rock'n'roll é Vivid, do Living Colour.Os mais velhos vão se lembrar de Cult of Personality.

Look in my eyes, what do you see?
the Cult of Personality
I know your anger, I know your dreams
I've been everything you wanna be ohhh…
I'm the Cult of Personality
Like Mussolini and Kennedy
I'm the Cult of Personality
the Cult of Personality
the Cult of Personality

Neon lights, Nobel Prize
When a mirror speaks, the reflection lies
You won't have to follow me
Only you can set me free

I sell the things you need to be
I'm the smiling face of your T.V. ohh…
I'm the Cult of Personality
I exploit you; still you love me
I tell you one and one makes three ohh…
I'm the Cult of Personality
Like Joseph Stalin and Gandhi ohh…
I'm the Cult of Personality
the Cult of Personality
the Cult of Personality

Neon lights, Nobel Prize
When a leader speaks, that leader dies
You won't have to follow me
Only you can set you free

(Guitar solo)

You gave me fortune, you gave me fame
You gave me power in your God's name
I'm every person you need to be ohh…
I'm, the, Cult, of, Per, Son, Al, Ity

I am the Cult of (x8)
Personality

Comments: Posted 9:33 PM by Szum
Uma canção do novo do Placebo para reviver este espaço largado por absoluta falta de tempo. Enjoy it!

The end of the century
I said my goodbyes
For what its worth
I always aim to please
But I nearly died

For what its worth
Come on lay with me
Cause Im on fire
For what its worth
I tear the sun in three
To light up your eyes

For what its worth
For what its worth
For what its worth
For what its worth

Broke up the family
Everybody cried
For what its worth
I have a slow disease
That sucked me dry
For what its worth
Come on walk with me
Into the rising tide
For what its worth
Filled a cavity
Your god shaped hole tonight

For what its worth
For what its worth
For what its worth
For what its worth
For what its worth
For what its worth
For what its worth
For what its worth

No one cares when youre out on the street
Picking up the pieces to make ends meet
No one cares when youre down in the gutter
Got no friends got no lover

No one cares when youre out on the street
Picking up the pieces to make ends meet
No one cares when youre down in the gutter
Got no friends got no lover

For what its worth
Got no lover
For what its worth
Got no lover
For what its worth
Got no lover
For what its worth
Got no lover
For what its worth
Got no lover
For what its worth
Got no lover
For what its worth
Got no lover

Got no friends got no lover

Comments: Posted 10:49 PM by Szum
Cá estou mexendo nos meus CDs antigos quando encontro meu disquinho verde do Belle & Sebastian. Entra tantas coisas boas, posto aqui a faixa título, The Boy With the Arab Strap.

A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time
The odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by

Day upon day of this wandering gets you down
Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town

Hovering silence from you is a giveaway
Squalor and smoke's not your style
"I don't like this place"
We better go
Then I compare notes with your older sister
I am a lazy gett, she is as pure as the cold driven snow


What did you learn from your time in the solitary
Cell of your mind?
There was noises, distractions from anything good
And the old prison food
Colour my life with the chaos of trouble
Cause anything's better than posh isolation
I missed the bus
You were laid on your back
With the boy with the arab strap
With the boy from the arab strap

It's something to speak of the way you are feeling
To crowds there assembled
Do you ever feel you have gone too far?
Everyone suffers in silence a burden
The man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton
The Asian man
With his love hate affair
With his racist clientele

A central location for you is a must
As you stagger about making free with your lewd and lascivious boasts
We all know you are soft cause we've all seen you dancing
We all know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon
Until noon again
You're the boy with the filthy laugh
You're the boy with the arab strap

Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop
Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches
And sets off the smoke alarm
What do you make of the cool set in London?
You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks
She's a waitress and she's got style
Sunday bathtime could take a while