Dia 24: músicas de bandas, que gostaríamos, que ainda hoje estivessem juntas.
Dia 25: músicas de artistas que já tenham falecido.
(hoje jogamos em nível rookie)
Esta porque o António morreu demasiado novo. Tenho imensa curiosidade em saber que rumo iria seguir na sua carreira.
O Buckley porque tinha tanto, mas tanto tanto mais a dar à música.
O Zé Mário porque foi das mortes de "celebridades" que mais me custou.
O Raul pela importância da sua música na minha vida.
E a Beatriz porque foi uma enorme fadista, mas passou ao lado de muita gente.
(hoje jogamos em nível rookie)
Esta porque o António morreu demasiado novo. Tenho imensa curiosidade em saber que rumo iria seguir na sua carreira.
O Buckley porque tinha tanto, mas tanto tanto mais a dar à música.
O Zé Mário porque foi das mortes de "celebridades" que mais me custou.
O Raul pela importância da sua música na minha vida.
E a Beatriz porque foi uma enorme fadista, mas passou ao lado de muita gente.
Bowie pois claro.
Dia 25.
Ol' Dirty Bastard. Muito cedo.
Ol' Dirty Bastard. Muito cedo.
Dois cantores que também nos deixaram muito cedo.
Elliott Smith
Nick Drake
Elliott Smith
Nick Drake
Verdade. O return to the 36 chambers é um clássico do rap.
Dois génios da música. Tinham em comum a melancolia, e tiveram ambos, infelizmente, mortes muito tristes.
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me
To me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama! Ooh!
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on
As if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody
I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind
And face the truth
Mama! Ooh!
(Any way the wind blows)
I don't wanna die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche! Scaramouche!
Will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning
Very, very frightening me!
Galileo! Galileo!
Galileo! Galileo!
Galileo, Figaro!
Magnifico!
I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life, from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go
Will you let me go?
Bismillah!
No, we will not let you go!
(Let him go!)
Bismillah!
We will not let you go!
(Let him go!)
Bismillah!
We will not let you go!
(Let me go!)
Will not let you go!
(Let me go!)
Never, never let you go!
Never, never, never let me go!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia!
Mamma mia, let me go!
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me!
For me!
For me!
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby!
Can't do this to me, baby!
Just gotta get out
Just gotta get right outta here!
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows
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Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me
To me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama! Ooh!
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on
As if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody
I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind
And face the truth
Mama! Ooh!
(Any way the wind blows)
I don't wanna die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche! Scaramouche!
Will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning
Very, very frightening me!
Galileo! Galileo!
Galileo! Galileo!
Galileo, Figaro!
Magnifico!
I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life, from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go
Will you let me go?
Bismillah!
No, we will not let you go!
(Let him go!)
Bismillah!
We will not let you go!
(Let him go!)
Bismillah!
We will not let you go!
(Let me go!)
Will not let you go!
(Let me go!)
Never, never let you go!
Never, never, never let me go!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia!
Mamma mia, let me go!
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me!
For me!
For me!
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby!
Can't do this to me, baby!
Just gotta get out
Just gotta get right outta here!
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows
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Quem não percebe o que é a diferença de niveis entre pessoas nas mais diferentes areas basta ouvir..., no fim só pode haver um, e ele é melhor do mundo de sempre.
David Berman. Tinha um projecto novo depois de 10 anos sem fazer nada, Purple Mountains, e matou-se antes de ir para tour. Depois de algumas tentativas ao longo da vida...
Doenças mentais...é a coisa de que tenho mais medo.
Um clássico.
Doenças mentais...é a coisa de que tenho mais medo.
Um clássico.
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Dia 25 - Deixaram-nos demasiado cedo.
Carlos Paião
Amy Winehouse
Ian Curtis (Joy Division)
Layne Staley (Alice In Chains)
Michael Hutchence (INXS)
Marvin Gaye
George Michael
Bob Marley
John Lennon
Chris Cornell
Carlos Paião
Amy Winehouse
Ian Curtis (Joy Division)
Layne Staley (Alice In Chains)
Michael Hutchence (INXS)
Marvin Gaye
George Michael
Bob Marley
John Lennon
Chris Cornell
Tinha ainda tanto para dar !
(Não interpretam mal
)
(Não interpretam mal
)
E para quem gosta da musica Francesa como eu, grande perda...
Quand les canons résonnent
Comme pour annoncer le mauvais temps
Les femmes frissonnent
Et sous leurs jupons cachent les enfants
Elles prient la madone
Blessent leurs genoux en suppliant
Mais qu'est-ce qu'elle leur donne
En échange de leur dévouement
Revolucion
Crache la douleur des mots
Si les cris viennent de la peau
Revolucion
Sous les éclairs des couteaux
Glissent les lames le long du dos
Revolucion
Mère du dernier sursaut
Met du sang dans les sanglots
Comme on porte une couronne
Elles ont la peur sur leurs visages ruisselants
Espérant la maldonne
Elles frappent leurs poitrines en défilant
Pieusement questionnent
Est-ce que disparus veut dire vivants
Faut-il qu'elles pardonnent
Pour croire que leurs morts ne sont qu'absents
Revolucion
Crache la douleur des mots
Si les cris viennent de la peau
Revolucion
Sous les éclairs des couteaux
Glissent les lames le long du dos
Revolucion
Mère du dernier sursaut
Met du sang dans les sanglots
Et quand les canons résonnent
Les femmes aux regards bouleversants
Défilent inlassablement
Chaque jeudi que Dieu donne
Soutenues par la Madone
Loin des yeux de l'Occident
Près des canons qui résonnent
Les femmes aux regards bouleversants
Défilent inlassablement...
Quand les canons résonnent
Comme pour annoncer le mauvais temps
Les femmes frissonnent
Et sous leurs jupons cachent les enfants
Elles prient la madone
Blessent leurs genoux en suppliant
Mais qu'est-ce qu'elle leur donne
En échange de leur dévouement
Revolucion
Crache la douleur des mots
Si les cris viennent de la peau
Revolucion
Sous les éclairs des couteaux
Glissent les lames le long du dos
Revolucion
Mère du dernier sursaut
Met du sang dans les sanglots
Comme on porte une couronne
Elles ont la peur sur leurs visages ruisselants
Espérant la maldonne
Elles frappent leurs poitrines en défilant
Pieusement questionnent
Est-ce que disparus veut dire vivants
Faut-il qu'elles pardonnent
Pour croire que leurs morts ne sont qu'absents
Revolucion
Crache la douleur des mots
Si les cris viennent de la peau
Revolucion
Sous les éclairs des couteaux
Glissent les lames le long du dos
Revolucion
Mère du dernier sursaut
Met du sang dans les sanglots
Et quand les canons résonnent
Les femmes aux regards bouleversants
Défilent inlassablement
Chaque jeudi que Dieu donne
Soutenues par la Madone
Loin des yeux de l'Occident
Près des canons qui résonnent
Les femmes aux regards bouleversants
Défilent inlassablement...
Última edição:
Damos continuidade à eletrónica antes do grande FCP
Nenhum outro músico morreu antes do tempo do que este