melomanias, etc.

quarta-feira, setembro 24, 2008

If you have nothing to say why do you say it?

segunda-feira, setembro 22, 2008

KiN Mode ON



"It Was A Very Good Year

When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
Wed hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five

But now the days are short
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
It poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year"

sung by Frank Sinatra, composed by Ervin Drake

quinta-feira, setembro 11, 2008

Introducing a new artist...

Rita Red Nails

... and her brand new single...

"My Fetish Is Bigger Than Yours"

terça-feira, setembro 09, 2008

A not that nice post

Naivety is just like a disease - the cancer kind of disease. There are the benign types and the tumors. Here goes a quick example of a diagnosis.

If people want to believe that Amy Winehouse isn't putting on a show when she shows up high to play a concert and they wanna go: "oh, poor, poor Amy", please do. Just not in a hearing distance from me.

What I think is that if she could watch her own funeral media coverage, she would have arranged for a real overdose by now.

domingo, setembro 07, 2008

Frustration clears away objectivity.

quarta-feira, setembro 03, 2008

Lyrics I could have heard

"I can't shake those mammaries"

but I didn't

"I can't shake those memories" (Lily Allen, "Littlest Things")

sorry for the false alarm, guys.

terça-feira, setembro 02, 2008

9h30 em Santos

- Bom dia, sabe onde fica a rua Ribeiro Sanches?
- Ribeiro Santos?
- Não, Ribeiro Sanches...
- Ribeiro Santos, conheço.
- Deixe-me confirmar com o meu filho... - telefona ao filho - pois, é Ribeiro Sanches.
- Não conheço. Mas se quiser a Ribeiro Santos...
- Não, deixe estar.
Trocam "bons dias" e seguem em direcções opostas.

adaptado da vida real