Two artists, one feeling

Is it just me or is "Do I Disappoint You" the perfect soundtrack for "De Profundis"?

Goodnight, mon amour imaginaire

I want to trade logic for wonder
Sleep when I'm awake
And spend my life dreaming
Because dreams - they're real
And reality feels numb - except
When I'm with you

But you're someone else's darling
Or you just don't care to know me
So dreams are my only way
Of bringing us together

So goodnight
And sleep tight

Democratize democracy #2

Democratize democracy #1

'Me' is not enough

I need to do it for someone else.

If this song ain't about an erection...

just shoot me.




"Happiness is a Warm Gun

She's not a girl who misses much
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do, oh yeah

She's well acquainted
With the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd
With the multicolored mirrors
On his hobnail boots

Lying with his eyes
While his hands are busy working overtime
A soap impression of his wife
Which he ate and donated to the National Trust

I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down

Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun

Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang, shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, mama (bang bang, shoot shoot)

When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know nobody can do me no harm

Because happiness is a warm gun, mama (bang bang, shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (bang bang, shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm, yes it is... gun (happiness, bang bang, shoot shoot)
Well, don't you know that happiness is a warm gun, mama (Happiness is a warm gun, yeah)"

The Beatles


But then again, it might be about drugs.

If reproduction is the ultimate goal in life

how come nuns aren't extinct?

I always knew

there was a lot of ambiguity going on in their lyrics...

Les Amours Imaginaires

With only two movies (and the first was sufficient, because in art quantity is second to meaning) Xavier Dolan conquered me.

If God is the creator of all things...

did he create himself?

I like to close my eyes

and pretend.



"Cathy

I’d like to lodge a complaint
With the relevant authority
With each other’s where we ought to be, Cathy

I’m gonna write to the Times,
Sign it: desperate of Dolphin’s Barn
Shouldn’t we be in each other’s arms, Cathy?

Cathy, it’s at times like these I wish I wrote like you,
You seem to bend your words to suit your needs,
You melt my heart with your imagery, but I don’t know
How to say it better, than darling since I met you
I haven’t been the same

And I don’t know, all the whys and wherefores
But you’re the one I care for and that will never change... Cathy

Oh to be with you tonight, smoke a j and drink a g and t,
Do whatever’s coming naturally, Cathy

Turn the sheets into sails
Turn the bed into a golden ship
Floating slowly down the Mississippi, Cathy

Cathy can you help me please, you put these things more poetically than me
I’ve sang of how love feels but it’s much harder when it’s all real
And I don’t know
How to make it clearer, than honey when I’m near you
It’s like I’m in a dream
And I don’t know if held in stormy weather
But just to be together is good enough for me,Cathy
Cathy
Cathy
Cathy"

Neil Hannon & Rodrigo Leão

All the love songs in the world sound so unreal to me right now

The right artist in the wrong place

Dear Neil: "you make me feel something, and feeling something, beats feeling nothing at all". Thank you for the wonderful moments, despite the idiotic context.

As for you, organizers of the Queimas do Porto: I know it's cheaper to bring only Neil for an acoustic show, but in this context it couldn't be more innapropriate. And next time shut up the fucking background "music" from the carnival. Please.