No Rádio - XVII

No Rádio - XVII

Maria Gadú - Shimbalaiê

No Rádio - XV e XVI

Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars & Run

No Rádio - XIV

Ornatos Violeta - Ouvi Dizer

Ouvi dizer que o nosso amor acabou.
Pois eu não tive a noção do seu fim!
Pelo que eu já tentei,
Eu não vou vê-lo em mim:
Se eu não tive a noção de ver nascer um homem.
E ao que eu vejo,
Tudo foi para ti
Uma estúpida canção que só eu ouvi!
E eu fiquei com tanto para dar!
E agora
Não vais achar nada bem
Que eu pague a conta em raiva!
E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma!
Ouvi dizer que o mundo acaba amanhã,
E eu tinha tantos planos para depois!
Fui eu quem virou as páginas
Na pressa de chegar até nós;
Sem tirar das palavras seu cruel sentido!
Sobre a razão estar cega:
Resta-me apenas uma razão,
Um dia vais ser tu
E um homem como tu;
Como eu não fui;
Um dia vou-te ouvir dizer:
E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma!
Sei que um dia vais dizer:
E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma!
A cidade está deserta,
E alguém escreveu o teu nome em toda a parte:
Nas casas, nos carros, nas pontes, nas ruas.
Em todo o lado essa palavra
Repetida ao expoente da loucura!
Ora amarga! ora doce!
Para nos lembrar que o amor é uma doença,
Quando nele julgamos ver a nossa cura!

No Rádio - XIII

John Mayer - Who Says | New Album 'Battle Studies' |

Who says I can’t get stoned?
Turn off the lights and the telephone
Me and my house alone
Who says I can’t get stoned?

Who says I can’t be free?
From all of the things that I used to be
Re-write my history
Who says I can’t be free?

It’s been a long night in New York City
It’s been a long night in Baton Rouge
I don’t remember you looking any better
But then again I don’t remember you

Who says I can’t get stoned?
Call up a girl that I used to know
Fake love for an hour or so
Who says I can’t get stoned?

Who says I can’t take time?
Meet all the girls on the county line
Then wait on fate to send a sign
Who says I can’t take time?

It’s been a long night in New York City
It’s been a long night in Austin too
I don’t remember you looking any better
But then again I don’t remember you

Who says I can’t get stoned?
Plan a trip to Japan alone
Doesn’t matter if I even go
Who says I can’t get stoned?

It’s been a long night in New York City
It’s been a long time since 20 too
I don’t remember you looking any better
But then again I don’t remember you

Na Rádio - XII

When the rain
Is blowing in your face
And the whole world
Is on your case
I could offer you
A warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you
Haven't made
Your mind up yet
But I would never
Do you wrong
I've known it
From the moment
That we met
No doubt in my mind
Where you belong

I'd go hungry
I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling
Down the avenue
No, there's nothing
That I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging
On the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
Though winds of change
Are throwing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing
Like me yet

I could make you happy
Make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends
Of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love

No Rádio - XI

Oquestrada - Oxalá te Veja

No Rádio - X

Rádio, leitor de MP3's, etc... Os Pontos Negros - Magnífico Material Inútil... os singles, o EP, o CD.. enfim... fortíssimo.

No Rádio - IX

Nneka - Heartbeat

No Rádio - VIII

Alicia Keys and Jack White - Another way to die

No Rádio - VII

Movimentos Perpétuos - Música para Carlos Paredes - Sam The Kid - Viva!

No Rádio - VI

Manuel Cruz - Borboleta
e eu largar eu sinto a sua falta

se eu agarro ela perde a côr
ela não é dos meus dedos
é dos meus medos
e faço-me passar por uma flor
tento imaginar o que ela diz
à espera de aprender

à face da rua existe a rua
mas não é tua à margem da estrada não há nada
mas já te agrada
tu és o teu mundo
tu és o teu fundo
tu és o teu poço
és o teu pior almoço
és a pulga na balança
és a mãe dessa criança
és o mal
és o bem
és o dia que não vem

agora pára de fazer sentido
não vês que assim estás a pisar fora da estrada
vê se agora páras de fazer sentido
não vês que nada nos dirá mais do que nos diz NADA

vê que o meu coração ainda salta
quer e julga ser capaz
não o faça por meus medos
faça nos dedos
e eu fico para ver o que ele faz
sem imaginar o que eu não fiz
à espera de viver

à face da chama existe a fama
mas não te ama à margem do nada não há estrada
já não te agrada
tu és o teu preço
és a tua glória
tu és o teu medo
és a parte má da história
vê que o sol ainda brilha
ainda tem por onde arder
não é mau
não é bom
são razões para viver

agora pára de fazer sentido
não vês que assim estás a pisar fora da estrada
vê se agora páras de fazer sentido
não vês que nada nos dirá mais do que nos diz NADA

se eu largar
eu vou sentir a sua falta

tu és tu sempre que tu és
és mesmo tu quando pensas que és outra coisa
e tu pensas que não mas tu és mesmo bom a ser sempre quem és

daí o teu motivo ser inapagável
daí o teu desejo ser incontornável
o prazer é tão maleável
daí o seu valor ser inestimável

a razão de existir um poeta é

Da Weasel @ Pavilhao Atlantico

Eu estive lá. Foi genial.

No Rádio - V

Bruce Springsteen - Radio Nowhere
I was tryin' to find my way home
But all I heard was a drone
Bouncing off a satellite
Crushin' the last lone American night

This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?

I was spinnin' 'round a dead dial
Just another lost number in a file
Dancin' down a dark hole
Just searchin' for a world with some soul

This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
Is there anybody alive out there?

I just want to hear some rhythm
I just want to hear some rhythm
I just want to hear some rhythm
I just want to hear some rhythm

I want a thousand guitars
I want pounding drums
I want a million different voices speaking in tongues

This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
Is there anybody alive out there?

[Instrumental]

I was driving through the misty rain
Yeah searchin' for a mystery train
Boppin' through the wild blue
Tryin' to make a connection with you

This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
Is there anybody alive out there?

I just want to feel some rhythm
I just want to feel some rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm

No rádio - IV

Orishas - Hay Un Son

No rádio - III

Silence 4 - Breeders
"I'm a growing seed in a haystack
I give it a splash of green
It's not the sun
It's not the water
It's not the sun
It's not the water
There's something more to make me live

And I breed and I can't feel but
drop sap tears when I'm cut off

I'm a living gnat
mating and flying
we're two but seem one
like a siamese kind of thing
Or if I was propped in to a mirror

And I may not even feel but I drop blood tears,
I stole from beings

Cos' I'm only here for reproduction so that my coded information is passed
on and on and on and I can have a glimpse at immortality"

No rádio - II

David Fonseca - Who are you?
Ever since I saw you
I want to hold you
Like you were the one

It sees right through me
A bullet it comes and takes me
And I love you I love you
I want you but I fear you

Who are u?
Who are u?

Ever since I saw you
I want to hold you
Like you were the one

Your feet rest on my shoes
I sing this song for you
Just to see you smile

And I love you I love you
I love you but I fear you

Who are u?
Who are u?

For how long
How strong do I still have to be?
How come you mean so much to me?

For how long
How strong do I still have to be?
How come you mean so much to me?

And I love you I love you
I want you but I fear you

Who are u?
who are you?(x4)

For how long
How strong do I still have to be?
How come you mean so much to me?

For how long
How strong do I still have to be?


Apesar de, actualmente, não ser um dos meus compositores/intérpretes favoritos, depois de, na noite passada, ter assistido na RTP1 (verdadeiro serviço público) um excelente concerto de David Fonseca, deixo-vos aqui a letra de um dos seus últimos singles.

No rádio - I

K-OS - The Love Song
"Contrary to popular belief, know what yo
This is not a lovesong
It's a sonnett
Damn if feels good to have people up on it but
I'm just a fool playing with the masters tools
Learning how to break the rules of this record company pool
Hallucination - I see with my eyes
But my heart's telling me lies
Why do I fantisize?
Why am I telling lies to the people from the stage
Pretending it's all good when inside it's fire and rage
Cuz I can't understand how a man lives off the life of another man
Tryin to pimp the universe - that's a joke
I stay rockin the boat down on my last note
It's murder she wrote
Assassination vocabulary
I see your termination is heavily necessary
I should have known - they do it for Forbes alone
I do it to break the walls if I fell off then let me know people

CHORUS
It's funny how life can go
First you ride high then you might lay low
Don't get high off your own supply
Someone said first before a four comes five
This is my message to the world
Just tryin to reach every boy and girl
Not tryin to say if it's right or wrong
This is not a love song

Lyrical optometrists with 20/20 vision
Are serving rounds like my granny used to serve provisions
Chaotical amneotical fluid
The rap druid is fluent in the art of onomatopoeia
Metaphysical microscopic topic dropper
When I was a kid I wanted rollerskates and a bike chopper
But alas, pop, pop never thought to keep me in style
Thats why I'm schizophrenic now
So God bless the child that has his own
The harvest we reap is what we sow
Chrome microphone - shoot it
Towards a dome of computer digital clones that could be mixed for lots of pistones
Sayin a style's their own when they bite like Mike Furounsville
The sounds ill
Relationship is a mirror
That you see yourself up in and the picture is clearer
Thats why I'm on the scene with a mike like Ernesto Guevara
Why I may exploit with lights like Geraldo Rivera, they just.

CHORUS(again)

It's easy not to care what people say
It's harder to pretend and try
Cuz they can only love you from yesterday
I'm looking at them now they pose high
I'm just a man who's walking
They stand around and keep talking
They tried to clip my wings
But wisdom fills so many things
Say it again
I'm just a man who's walking
They stand around and keep talking
They tried to clip my wings
But wisdom fills so many things

It's funny how life can go
Dont get high off your own supply
This is my message to the world..."


Para quem não conhecer a música, mal a oiça, irá reparar que está perante a banda sonora do último anúncio da Vodafone, o da efémera. O anúncio é muito bom e a música tem uma qualidade idêntica.