I'm a monster, she reckons it, other people reckons it, lots of them. Monstro como em "monstro do rock", e como em qualquer uma dessas besteiras que se usa para importância. But what use is it if it doesn't get me anywhere? Algum lugar ao qual desejo ir, quer dizer. Perhaps just an infatuation as response, don't mind. Maravilhada pelo discurso, maravilhada pela conversa. Não serve pra nada? Seems it would be just as easy as that, then I see the related things, issues.
It's just not possible not to want to wrap her, stroke her hair and hear her heartbeat. Tudo que se quer é estar para ela, segurá-la e apoiar. Quer-se ser a melhor pessoa, que ela merece, or appears to be deserving. Não sei exatamente o que sinto, mas nem ligo. 'Cause this feeling felt feels good.
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MEMOS:
- live!
- craquelê
- num lembro...
PS: tava pensano em pôr uma fotinho aqui. Mas não sei, vou ver com minha assessoria.
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Now playing: Incubus - Battlestar Scralatchtica
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Hey Nonô!
| Hey Britney, you say you wanna lose control / Come over here I got somethin' to show ya / Sexy lady, I'd rather see you bare your soul |
Premonição ou praga?
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Friday, September 07, 2007
Litres of Bloody Rubbish
Meet The Teenagers! Essa banda é boa pra caraleo, pelo menos eu acho na minha opinião e não na dos outros. Tudo começou quando minha querida amiga Nicole B. me disse que tinha uma música no universo cujo nome tinha seu nome. "E qual é a música?" "Fuck Nicole", interessante título, não? Tenho que confessar que o fuck no título me fez franzir o cenho (é com C ou com S?). E lá fui eu à cata da famigerada musga de igualmente famigerado título. Depois de desistir de achar, no dia que descobri a existência da música, tentei outra vez. E o Saint Google me deu uma luz: achei. E lhes apresento agora a pérola do Electropop, Dancerock, Folklectro, Funkypop, Alternativo, não sei dizer o que é.
A música de apresentação dos The Teenagers:
We're Teenagers
Nicole
| You're just nineteen but already the bitchest queen your room's a mess I'm not impressed but damn you have the cutest dress the world's not fair you just can deal with your despair aspirin and alcohol are not enough to die, Nicole here's a party you've waited for makes a room for the perfect whore all your friends are arriving mainstream hits and magazines morning comes and you're not home hey Nicole, what have you done wash them off, these memories poor Nicole [refrão] aspirins and alcohol this is a cocktail for Nicole fuck Nicole is out of control call Nicole and fuck Nicole alcopops and ketamine this is a cocktail for my teen fuck Nicole is in my dream that Nicole is more than real | Don't call your mom her baby's gone you're in disgrace in your black dress dry your tears get on your fit take your stuff brush your hair bottom line boys are not fair morning comes and you're not home hey Nicole, what have you done wash them off, these memories poor Nicole [refrão] morning's gone you're still not home hey Nicole your dreams are blown what you've lost is TNT sad Nicole sad Nicole |
Homecoming
| -Last week, i flew to san diego to see my auntie. On day one, i met her hot step-daughter. She’s a cheerleader, she’s a virgin, and she’s really tan. As she stepped out of her massive car, I could only notice she was more than fuckable. I think she was coming back from the game or something, ’cause she was holding those silly pom-poms. One day two, i fucked her, and it was wild. She’s such a slut. [refrão] I fucked my american cunt I love my english romance -It was dirty, a dream came true Just like i like it, she’s got nice tits -It was perfect, a dream came true Just like a song by Blink 182 Ok, listen girls: I met the hottest guy ever. Basically, as i was stepping out of my suv, I came face to face with my step-cousin or whatever, who cares? Anyway, he was wearing skinny jeans, had funky hair And the cutest british accent ever. | Straight away, i could tell he was rocker From his sexy attitude and the way he looked at me. Mmmmmm, he is totally awesome. Oh my god, I think i’m in love. [refrão] It was so nice to meet you The pleasure was all mine I do like you Come to cancun for spring break I’ll think about it It could be great And don’t forget to send me a friend request As if |
Make It Happen
Self Love
Os Teenagers são não-adolescente que gostam de coisas de adolescentes, ou seja: kidults. São franceses e vivem em Londres, se não me engano é isso. Como se pôde perceber as letras das músicas são molte românticas. Seguem o estilo meio Britpop de se vestir: muitos cabelos pretos e oculos à la Morrissey (je likes Morissey..."All the lazy dykes... they pity how you live"), caminhadas noturnas e "amassos" no cinema. O vocalista se chama Michael e também é baixista, Dorian Poups é o moço da guitarra, dos efeito sonoros e faz vocal também Quentin é letrista e vocalista(?), não entendi até agora. Gostei do que li sobre a música deles: "o resultado desse menage-à-trois parece Kraftwerk fazendo trilha sonora pra um pornô". LOL! Diz que a mulher que fez vocal em Homecoming se chama Sarah, mas isso é mais pra funfact.
- isso virou um blog de música?
- Teenagers me lembra Faichecleres... a boca-sujice
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