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terça-feira, 6 de março de 2012
segunda-feira, 5 de março de 2012
domingo, 4 de março de 2012
slow
Don't turn me over, just let me know
How long will it be before you let me go?
You hold the line, a bullet soul
It's just that sometimes, times, so slow
Sometimes, times, so slow
I don't wanna, believe, be but, in love
I don't wanna, be, believe, in love
How long will it be before you let me go?
You hold the line, a bullet soul
It's just that sometimes, times, so slow
Sometimes, times, so slow
I don't wanna, believe, be but, in love
I don't wanna, be, believe, in love
george lewis jr. aka twin shadow @ vodafone mexefest porto
sábado, 3 de março de 2012
as delícias que só nós é que sabemos
enquanto cumprimentamos o george aka twin shadow, alguém pensa em voz alta
«aah, eu sabia que devia ter feito a depilação hoje...»
«aah, eu sabia que devia ter feito a depilação hoje...»
my lips are red
Your lips are red
My face is red from reading your red lips
My hands are black
My hands are black inside this downtown taxi cab
This city's red
This city's red from riding us into the ground
This city's black
This city's black from all the ashes in downtown
Ashes in downtown, ashes in downtown
My face is drawn
My face is drawn on with this number two pencil
Your face is drawn
Your face is drawn from drawing words right from my lips
Words right from my lips, words right from my lips
Your lips are red
My face is red from reading your red lips
My hands are red
My hands are red from sealing your red lips
Sealing your red lips, sealing your red lips
This city's red from riding us into the ground
This city's black
This city's black from all the ashes in downtown
Ashes in downtown, ashes in downtown
My face is drawn
My face is drawn on with this number two pencil
Your face is drawn
Your face is drawn from drawing words right from my lips
Words right from my lips, words right from my lips
Your lips are red
My face is red from reading your red lips
My hands are red
My hands are red from sealing your red lips
Sealing your red lips, sealing your red lips
annie clark aka saint vincent @ vodafone mexefest porto
sexta-feira, 2 de março de 2012
gone play on
This never ending song is scratching Scratching my brain Like a vinyl in desire This never ending thought Is coming and is gone It's travelling on a plane on my way And in a highway too As if I speak for you And I say that you did those things I did in the past it's true And in a highway too In a truck I do Keep your stuff in my pocket...
russian red
russian red
quinta-feira, 1 de março de 2012
terça-feira, 28 de fevereiro de 2012
ai, eu.
mas como!!?? como é que já é março e isto me está a bater à porta?
e como é que já estou há mais de meio-ano a viver no norte do país e sobrevivi ao inverno que jurava não suportar?
como é que passa tudo e o que recomeça parece uma continuidade de decisões, escolhas, palavras, dúvidas, certezas que não acabam nunca.
e como é que me vou desenrascar entre 10 salas e 20 palcos?
como?
escolher. correr. dançar. até ser dia.
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