I love the smell of napalm in the morning

Donna Maria - Quase Perfeito

Sabe bem ter-te por perto
Sabe bem tudo tão certo
Sabe bem quando te espero
Sabe bem beber quem quero

Quase que não chegava
A tempo de me deliciar
Quase que não chegava
A horas de te abraçar
Quase que não recebia
A prenda prometida
Quase que não devia
Existir tal companhia

Não me lembras o céu
Nem nada que se pareça
Não me lembras a lua
Nem nada que se escureça
Se um dia me sinto nua
Tomara que a terra estremeça
Que a minha boca na tua
Eu confesso não sai da cabeça

Se um beijo é quase perfeito
Perdidos num rio sem leito
Que dirá se o tempo nos der
O tempo a que temos direito

Se um dia um anjo fizer
A seta bater-te no peito
Se um dia o diabo quiser
Faremos o crime perfeito

The End (Apocalypse Now)

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane ...


"...não tendo o feedback que eu gostaria e mesmo assim continuar a lutar por tudo o que quero, sou especial por isso e se não o fosse mostraria a bandeira branca á trincheira do outro lado do campo de batalha, rendia-me e batia em retirada logo que a primeira bojarda me caísse em cima da tola, sou especial por lutar pelo que quero..."

Brandi Carlile no Coliseu do Porto

Segunda-feira, 4 de maio de 2009, Brandi Carlile veio ao Coliseu do Porto para mais um grande concerto, no qual a sua voz fez o Coliseu do Porto vibrar com grande intensidade. Durante uma hora e meia o publico portuensse foi "brindado" com a performance da nova artista a qual já anda nestas andanças musicais há já bastante tempo, por isso nao se deixem enganar pela juventude da menina que se tornou conhecida no nosso país por causa de um anuncio a uma cerveja nacional.






I watch you grow away from me in photographs
And memories like spies
The salt betrays my eyes again
I started losing sleep and gaining weight
And wishing I was ten again
So I could be your friend again

These days we go to waste like wine
That's turned to turpentine
Till it's 6 AM and I'm all messed up
I didn't mean to waste your time
So I'll fall back in line
But I'm warning you, we're growing up

I heard you found some pretty words to say
You found your little game to play
And there's no one allowed in here
And just when we believe we could be great
Reality it permeates
And conquers from within again

These days we go to waste like wine
That's turned to turpentine
Till it's 6 AM and I'm all messed up
I didn't mean to waste your time
So I'll fall back in line
But I'm warning you we're growing up
Yeah...

Ok... were ok... okay
Ok... were ok... okay
These days we go to waste like wine
That's turned to turpentine
It's 6 AM and I'm all messed up
I didn't mean to waste your time
So I'll fall back in line
But I'm warning you we're growing up

este tema é um dos meus favoritos do album e posso dizer que pode bem ter sido o meu momento favorito no concerto. Este tema é um dos tais que me traz boas recordaçoes.




All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true... I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Oh, because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do and I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
Oh but these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true... I was made for you

Oh yeah well it's true... that I was made for you

E este o tema mais comercial da Brandi Carlile ( na minha opiniao bom demais para ser usado em publicidade a cerveja).

A frase final... Oh yeah well it's true... that I was made for you é poderosa :)




i heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah

hallelujah...

well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah

hallelujah...

baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

hallelujah...

well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah

well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

hallelujah...

E assim foi o concerto, faz justica a qualidade do album The Story o qual já muito rolou no meu carro e não só, album esse que me vai deixar memorias e me trará recordaçoes de momentos,pessoas e lugares quando o ouvir daqui por uns anos.

Amalia Hoje Gaivota

Composição: Alexandre O'Neill / Alain Oulman

Se uma gaivota viesse
Trazer-me o céu de lisboa
No desenho que fizesse,
Nesse céu onde o olhar
É uma asa que não voa,
Esmorece e cai no mar.

Que perfeito coração
No meu peito bateria,
Meu amor na tua mão,
Nessa mão onde cabia
Perfeito o meu coração.

Se um português marinheiro,
Dos sete mares andarilho,
Fosse quem sabe o primeiro
A contar-me o que inventasse,
Se um olhar de novo brilho
No meu olhar se enlaçasse.

Que perfeito coração
No meu peito bateria,
Meu amor na tua mão,
Nessa mão onde cabia
Perfeito o meu coração.

Se ao dizer adeus à vida
As aves todas do céu,
Me dessem na despedida
O teu olhar derradeiro,
Esse olhar que era só teu,
Amor que foste o primeiro.

Que perfeito coração
Morreria no meu peito,
Meu amor na tua mão,
Nessa mão onde perfeito
Bateu o meu coração.

'You got to hide your love away'