You're SO pretty, We're SO pretty

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KiN Mode ON... Clash

"If You Keep Losing Sleep

If you keep losing sleep over other lovers
If you keep losing me you're gonna be bored
If you're up chimney sweep under rubble covers
If you keep counting sheep and being adored

You're a tombstone in the mud
Playing twister in a bubble again
I need a breath a wind so pure
To dry up the mud over me
To be reborn not born again
Erase my regret from the start
Shot the model
Flaking temporary skin you're no burden
Such reduction
Such seductive silent wine hop scotch trigger

If you keep losing sleep over other lovers
If you keep losing me are you gunna be
If you're up chimney sweep under rubble covers
If you keep losing me

You're a tombstone in the mud
Playing twister in a bubble again
If you keep losing sleep over other lovers
If you keep losing me you're gonna be
If you keep losing sleep over other lovers
If you keep losing me"

by Silverchair


VERSUS




"Mr. Brightside

I'm coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his—chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside

I’m coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his—chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibi
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside

I never...
I never...
I never..."

by The Killers

Before I went out

He said: Be careful with the cars, and the rain, and the cold, and the train, and the air pollution, and the loud noises, and the slippery stairs, and the sidewalks with missing parts, and don't forget your multivitamin smoothie. BECAUSE life can get a bit boring after you die.

To love or not to love

Bob Dylan.


Nunca fui fã da voz do Dylan (vá chamem-me imberbe). Mas a verdade - devo admitir - é que ao ouvir as canções dele por outras vozes que adoro, como a do Elliott Smith ou a do Jeff Buckley, não posso deixar de pensar que são pálidas versões do original. Há qualquer coisa de irritante que me atrai no senhor e que os restantes não conseguem /querem repdroduzir.

Que goste dele, isso ainda não admito.

Stop

Nevermind this post: it is only a reminder.

The post downstairs is waiting for your comment.

Go Go Go!

This blog is not called Melomanias for nothing

And in order to prove it, I propose a challenge, to you, my reader.

a) Follow this link.
b) Listen to the song(s).
c) Come back to comment - and don't forget the "whys" and "becauses".

I will not promise candies or any extra rewards for your efforts. Music ought to be enough*. And to exercise your mind is never small a reward.



* That music in particular ought to be more than enough, except in one condition: that you might want MORE.

Always so many questions

"How Do You Keep Love Alive?

Lord, I miss that girl
On the day we met the sun was shining down
Down on the valley
Riddled with horses running
Crushing them with flowers
I would have picked for her
On the day she was born
She runs through my veins like a long black river
And rattles my cage like a thunderstorm
Oh my soul

What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean to be so sad?
When someone you love
Someone you love is supposed to make you happy

What do you do
How do you keep love alive?
When it won't

What, what are the words
They use when they know it's over
"We need to talk," or
"I'm confused, maybe later you can come over"
I would've held your mother's hand
On the day you was born
She runs through my veins
Like a long black river and rattles my cage
Like a thunderstorm
Oh, my soul

What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean to be so sad?
When someone you love
Someone you love is supposed to make you happy
What do you do
How do you keep love alive?
When it won't
How do you keep love alive?"

by Ryan Adams


And always the same questions.

Photoshopize your world

Um programa chamado PS dá origem a um ficheiro com a extensão PSD. Does that sound familiar?

O ataque do cupido melómano

Ele não é muito simpático para as mulheres. Ela parece detestar os homens. The perfect match.