Domingo, 28.12.08

Yellow Daffodils

Adoro a música Yellow Daffodils, de Malia. Podem ouvi-la no Youtube, se por ventura não conhecerem.

Já de agora, deixo-vos com a letra deste single, tirada do lyricwiki.org.

I didn't mean to abuse and hurt you
I was a fool that much was so true
Swimming with all the yellow daffodils
My love so golden, so bright

Now you are gone, I see all of the light now
I was confused I didn't know what to do
Love pulled me in so many strange ways
And robbed us of our days

Of our days, flying high, dragonflies in the a blue sky
My heart beats, beats for you, only you

Can you forgive me? And can you hear me?
Do you know that I will always love you?
Swimming with all the yellow daffodils
My love so golden, so bright

You have shown me so much about life
I feel your presence each and every day
Love pulled me in so many strange ways
And robbed us of our days

Of our days, flying high, dragonflies in the a blue sky
My heart beats, beats for you, only you

My heart beats, beats for you, only you

publicado por brunomiguel às 02:31 | link do post | comentar
Sexta-feira, 29.06.07

As músicas não precisam de letra


Este é um exemplo de que as músicas não precisam de letra. Basta que os instrumentos estejam em perfeita sintonia.
A música chama-se Rolf Royce e é a faixa 8 do álbum Delhi9 dos Tosca.
publicado por brunomiguel às 14:23 | link do post | comentar | ver comentários (1)
Domingo, 24.06.07

Massive Attack - False flags

É só uma música que gosto e decidi partilhar.



In city shoes
Of clueless blues
Pays the views
And no-mans news
Blades will fade from blood to sport
The heroin's cut these fuses short
Smokers rode a colonial pig
Drink and frame this pain i think
I'm melting silver poles my dear
You bleed your wings and then disappear
The moving scenes and pilot lights
Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights
Modern times come talk me down
And battle lines are drawn across this town
Parisian boys without your names
Ghetto stones instead of chains
Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames
And nothing's changed
Parisian boys without your names
Riot like 1968 again
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed
Well pretty flames
In school i would just bite my tongue
And now your words they strike me down
The flags are false and they contradict
They point and click which wounds to lick
On avenues this christian breeze
Turns its heart to more needles please
Our eyes roll back and we beg for more
It frays this skin and then underscore
The case for war you spin and bleed
The cells you fill screensavers feed
The girls you breed the soaps that you write
The graceless charm of your gutter snipes
The moving scenes and suburbanites
And smithereens got 'em scaling heights
Modern times come talk me down
The battle lines are drawn across this town
English boys without your names
Ghetto stones instead of chains
Hearts and minds and u.s. Planes
Nothing's changed
And english boys without your names
Riot like the 1980's again
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed
More pretty flames
publicado por brunomiguel às 00:52 | link do post | comentar | ver comentários (1)

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