Programa de luta

Spent the day in bed 

Very happy I did, 

Yes I spent the day in bed 

As the workers stay enslaved 

I spent the day in bed 

 (...) 

And I recommend that you 

Stop watching the news! 

Because the news contrives to frighten you 

To make you feel small and alone 

To make you feel that your mind isn't your own

(...)

Oh time, do as I wish 

Time, do as I wish 

Oh time, do as I wish 

Time, do as I wish 

Oh time, do as I wish 

Time, do as I wish 

Oh time, do as I wish 

Do as I wish

(...)

Life ends in death 

So, there's nothing wrong with 

Being good to yourself 

Be good to yourself for once!

And no bus, no boss, 

No rain, no train 

No bus, no boss, 

No rain, no train 

No bus, no boss, 

No rain, no train 

No emasculation, no castration 

No highway, freeway, motorway

No bus, no boss, 

No rain, no train 

No bus, no boss, 

No rain, no train 

No bus, no boss, 

No rain, no train

O marido da poetisa Silva numa arrebatadora interpretação de 

"Je Ne Regrette Rien"

"Non! Rien de rien...Non! Je ne regrette rien...

... Ni le bien qu’on m’a fait...

... Ni le mal, tout ça m’est bien égal!...

... C’est payé, balayé, oublié, je me fous du passé!..

... Avec mes souvenirs j’ai allumé le feu, mes chagrins, mes plaisirs, je n’ai plus besoin d’eux!..."

Stephin Merritt - "Forever And A Day"

Forever and a day 
We'll dream our lives away 
Our love is here to stay 
Marry me 
I'll give you every color of the rainbow 
They'll say it can't be done but what do they know? 

You'll never be alone 
You're my sine qua non 
And I'm a baritone 
Marry me 
I'll gaze into your eyes and say I love you 
There'll always be a rainbow right above you 

Forever and a day 
We'll watch our children play 
I know it's a cliche 
But I will love you come what may 
Forever and a day

Neon Neon - "Mid Century Modern Nightmare"

Giangiacomo Feltrinelli

 

From my panoramic window

I look down at the bourgeoisie

They’re eating up your future

Whilst sipping cups of tea

I spill some hot espresso on your

Shagpile carpet floor

Well it’s a

Mid century modern nightmare

Sucking at you and me

You took the raw resources and

Sold them on as bribes

But in the new republic

We’ll relish your demise

We’ll liberate Sardinia

It’s a rational design

Well it's a

Mid century modern nightmare

Sucking at you and me

RECORDAR É VIVER (XIV)

"Cavaco cobre Eduardo dos Santos de elogios"

("Público")

GLOBAL WITNESS - "How Banks Do Business With Corrupt Regimes" - ler capítulo 8

MONEY

Money money makes the world go round
money money'll make you change your sound
if the price is right
if the price is right

if you want paper
if you want gold and silver
learn now not later
people pay for what's familiar
no need to know yourself too well
you can trade in that saga you tell
for the song you know will sell

if you want cheddar
if you want smoke and roll better
take off your sweater
to earn your varsity letter
it's a virgin feast for all
see how gracefully they fall
into the mirrors on the wall
cuz if you want to belong you write a sing-a-long

(chorus)

where do we go
the freaks
on the fringe
when the edges are all rounded out
we just dangle out in space
you can call us when you need to find out
what the real stars are all about
time has turned and the scenery has changed
and all the books have
burned
but the lyrics remain
let the motherfucker burn let's change the refrain
nobody need history
repeatin tin tin tin tin

(chorus)

if you want skrilla
if you're a cheddar gorilla
stack up your bills as
you sign away your free will
there's no need to represent
the truth of self has now been spent
moving from mortgage out of rent
cuz if you want to belong you write a sing-a-long:

(chorus)

(em replay)

(2010 - publicado pela 1ª vez aqui)

MOODY'S CORTA RATING DA GRÉCIA PARA "LIXO"



Canção dos Despedidos (José Mário Branco)

Somos explorados no trabalho, e não só
Também somos o lixo
Lixo na tê-vê, quem lá está e quem vê
Lixo no jornal, voz do seu capital
Estamos entregues aos bichos
E o lixo produz mais lixo

E o tempo a passar
E eu a cantar
Eu também faço parte do lixo

Há quem viva bem do nosso mal-viver
Nós somos lixo
Somos só lixo
Já não há gente, há só lixo
Dispensável, descartável, reciclável
E agora parem um minuto p'ra pensar

Há que humanizar a humanidade, e não só
Há que varrer o lixo
O do Capital, que é o lixo global
O lixo do Estado, que é o seu braço armado
O mundo é de quem manda
E o resto é propaganda

Tudo é publicidade
Mas a liberdade
É escolher entre ser ou estar
Tens a boca cheia de palavras lindas
P'ra ti sou lixo
Somos só lixo
Nós não somos gente, somos lixo
Dispensável, descartável, reciclável
Mas vou parar mais um minuto p'ra pensar

Vamos a casa ao fim do dia
Só p'ra regenerar a mais-valia
Ganhar forças, fazer filhos
Cada um no seu caixote
E amanhã tomar o bote
Para o paraíso dos cadilhos

Quem é o lixo
Eles são o lixo do corpo e da alma
Como é que se pode ter calma
P'ra varrer este monturo
Dos escombros do futuro

(2010)

"I SOMETIMES THINK THAT GOD, IN CREATING MAN,
SOMEWHAT OVERESTIMATED HIS ABILITY" (Oscar Wilde)



(2010)

TEASER (VI)



"Listening Wind" (Talking Heads/David Byrne)

Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill
Mojique thinks of days before Americans came
He sees the foreigners in growing numbers
He sees the foreigners in fancy houses
He thinks of days that he can still remember...now.

Mojique holds a package in his quivering hands
Mojique sends the package to the American man
Softly he glides along the streets and alleys
Up comes the wind that makes them run for cover
He feels the time is surely now or never...more.

The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
The dust in my head
The dust in my head
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
(Come to) Drive them away
Drive them away.


Mojique buys equipment in the market place
Mojique plants devices in the free trade zone
He feels the wind is lifting up his people
He calls the wind to guide him on his mission
He knows his friend the wind is always standing...by.

Mojique smells the wind that comes from far away
Mojique waits for news in a quiet place
He feels the presence of the wind around him
He feels the power of the past behind him
He has the knowledge of the wind to guide him...on.

The wind in my heart...

(2010)

FONTS

Futura

"A vegetarian since the invasion, she'd never seen the word 'bombs' blown up to 96 point Futura" (Vampire Weekend, "Horchata")

The commemorative plaque left on the Moon in July 1969 uses Futura

"I could say I want you, that would be a bore, maybe in a font you've never seen before" (The Magnetic Fields, "I Don't Know What To Say")

(2010)

THE HAIRSTYLE OF THE DEVIL (I)



(...) The inexplicable charisma of the rival
You said "Describe for me the hairstyle of the devil
Is he passionate? (Don't answer!)
Is he detached? (Don't answer that!)
Does he please you in the sack? (Shut up, don't answer back!)
Just tell him I'm dying to meet him" (...)






(...) The inexplicable charisma of the rival
You said "Describe for me the hairstyle of the devil
Does he make you laugh? (Don't answer!)
Does he earn a lot? (Don't answer that!)
Does he dress you up in black? (Shut up, don't answer back!)
Just tell him I'm dying to meet him" (...)



(2009)

"I GOT YOU BABE"


(foto Enric Vives-Rubio, "Público")

They say we're young and we don't know
We won't find out until we grow
Well I don't know if all that's true
Cause you got me and baby I got you

(Chorus) Babe, I got you babe, I got you, babe.

They say our love won't pay the rent
Before it's earn'd our money's always spent
I guess that's so, we don't have a lot
But at least I'm sure of all the things we got

(chorus)



I got flowers in the spring
I got you, to wear my ring
And when i'm sad, you're a clown
And when I get scared you're always around

So let them say your hair's too long
I don't care, with you I can't do wrong
And put your little hand in mine
There ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb

(chorus)

I got you to hold my hand
I got you to understand
I got you to walk with me
I got you to talk with me
I got you to kiss goodnight
I got you to hold me tight
I got you I won't let go
I got you to love me so
I got you, babe

Hipótese alternativa + lyrics

(2009)

GEORGES BRASSENS - "LA MAUVAISE RÉPUTATION"
(unir os pontinhos a partir aqui)



Au village, sans prétention,
J'ai mauvaise réputation ;
Qu' je m' démène ou qu' je reste coi,
Je passe pour un je-ne-sais-quoi.
Je ne fais pourtant de tort à personne,
En suivant mon ch'min de petit bonhomme ;
Mais les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
L'on suive une autre route qu'eux...
Non les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
L'on suive une autre route qu'eux...
Tout le monde médit de moi,
Sauf les muets, ca va de soi.

Le jour du quatorze-Juillet,
Je reste dans mon lit douillet ;
La musique qui marche au pas,
Cela ne me regarde pas.
Je ne fais pourtant de tort à personne,
En n'écoutant pas le clairon qui sonne ;
Mais les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
L'on suive une autre route qu'eux...
Non les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
L'on suive une autre route qu'eux...
Tout le monde me montre au doigt,
Sauf les manchots, ca va de soi.



Quand j' croise un voleur malchanceux
Poursuivi par un cul-terreux,
J' lanc' la patte et, pourquoi le taire,
Le cul-terreux se r'trouv' par terre.
Je ne fais pourtant de tort à personne,
En laissant courir les voleurs de pommes ;
Mais les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
L'on suive une autre route qu'eux...
Non les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
L'on suive une autre route qu'eux...
Tout le monde se ru' sur moi,
Sauf les cul-d' -jatt', ca va de soi.

Pad besoin d'etre Jérémie
Pour d'viner l' sort qui m'est promis :
S'ils trouv'nt une corde à leur goût,
Ils me la passeront au cou.
Je ne fais pourtant de tort à personne
En suivant les ch'mins qui n'mèn'nt pas à Rome ;
Mais les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
L'on suive une autre route qu'eux...
Non les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
L'on suive une autre route qu'eux...
Tout l' mond' viendra me voir pendu,
Sauf les aveugl's, bien entendu.

(2009)

CECI N'EST PAS UNE PIPE

René And Georgette Magritte With Their Dog After The War
(foto de Lothar Wolleh)

Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war

Returned to their hotelsuite

And they unlocked the door

Easily losing their evening clothes

They dance by the light of the moon

To The Penguins

The Moonglows

The Orioles

and The Five Satins

The deep forbidden music

They'd been longing for

Rene and Georgette Magritte

With their dog after the war

Rene and Georgette Magritte

With their dog after the war

Were strolling down Christopher Street

When they stopped in a men's store

With all of the mannequins

Dressed in the style

That brought tears to their

Immigrant eyes

Just like The Penguins

The Moonglows

The Orioles

and The Five Satins

The easy stream of laughter

Flowing through the air

Rene and Georgette Magritte

With their dog apres la guerre

Side by side

They fell asleep

Decades gliding by like Indians

Time is cheap

When they wake up they will find

All their personal belongings

Have intertwined

Rene and Georgette Magritte

With their dog after the war

Were dining with the power elite

And they looked in their bedroom drawer

And what do you think

They have hidden away

In the cabinet cold of their hearts?

The Penguins

The Moonglows

The Orioles

and The Five Satins

For now and ever after

As it was before

Rene and Georgette Magritte With their dog

After the war

(2009)

P J HARVEY - "SHEELA-NA-GIG"

I've been trying to show you over and over

Look at these my child-bearing hips

Look at these my ruby red ruby lips

Look at these my work strong arms and

You've got to see my bottle full of charm

I lay it all at your feet

You turn around and say back to me

He said

Sheela-na-gig, sheela-na-gig

You exhibitionist

Sheela-na-gig, sheela-na-gig

You exhibitionist

Gonna wash that man right out of my hair

Just like the first time he said he didn't care

Gonna wash that man right out of my hair

Heard it before, no more

Gonna wash that man right out of my hair

Turn the corner another one there

Gonna wash that man right out of my hair

Heard it before

He said

Sheela-na-gig, sheela-na-gig

You exhibitionist

Sheela-na-gig, sheela-na-gig

You exhibitionist

Put money in your idle hole

Put money in your idle hole

Gonna wash that man right out of my hair

Just like the first time he said he didn't care

Gonna wash that man right out of my hair

Heard it before, no more

Gonna take my hips to a man who cares

Turn the corner another one there

Gonna take my hips to a man who cares

Heard it before

He said

Sheela-na-gig, sheela-na-gig

You exhibitionist

Sheela-na-gig, sheela-na-gig

You exhibitionist

Put money in your idle hole

Put money in your idle hole

He said 'wash your breasts, I don't want to be unclean'

He said 'please take those dirty pillows away from me'

He said 'wash your breasts, I don't want to be unclean'

He said 'please take those dirty pillows away from me'

He said 'wash your breasts, I don't want to be unclean'

He said 'please take those dirty pillows away from me'

He said 'wash your breasts, I don't want to be unclean'

He said 'please take those dirty pillows away from me'

(2009)

BILLIE HOLIDAY - "STRANGE FRUIT"

Southern trees bear strange fruit,

Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,

Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,

Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,

The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,

Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,

Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,

For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,

For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,

Here is a strange and bitter crop.

"'Strange Fruit' began as a poem written by Abel Meeropol, a Jewish high-school teacher from the Bronx, about the lynching of two black men. He published under the pen name Lewis Allan. Meeropol and his wife adopted Robert and Michael, sons of Julius and Ethel Rosenberg, who were convicted of espionage and executed by the United States".

(2009)

CIDADES (XVI)

Lisboa/Damaia, Portugal, 2009



"CITIES" - TALKING HEADS

Think of London, a small city
It's dark, dark in the daytime
The people sleep, sleep in the daytime
If they want to, if they want to

(chorus)

I'm checking them out
I'm checking them out
I got it figured out
I got it figured out
There's good points and bad points
But it all works out
I'm a little freaked out
Find a city
Find myself a city to live in.



There are a lot of rich people in Birmingham
A lot of ghosts in a lot of houses
Look over there!...A dry ice factory
A good place to get some thinking done



Down el Paso way things get pretty spread out
People got no idea where in the world they are
They go up north and come back south
Still got no idea where in the world they are.



Did I forget to mention, to mention Memphis
Home of Elvis and the ancient greeks
Do I smell? I smell home cooking
It's only the river, it's only the river.

(2009)

"CAVACO COBRE EDUARDO DOS SANTOS DE ELOGIOS"
("Público")

GLOBAL WITNESS - "How Banks Do Business With Corrupt Regimes" - ler capítulo 8

MONEY

Money money makes the world go round
money money'll make you change your sound
if the price is right
if the price is right

if you want paper
if you want gold and silver
learn now not later
people pay for what's familiar
no need to know yourself too well
you can trade in that saga you tell
for the song you know will sell

if you want cheddar
if you want smoke and roll better
take off your sweater
to earn your varsity letter
it's a virgin feast for all
see how gracefully they fall
into the mirrors on the wall
cuz if you want to belong you write a sing-a-long

(chorus)

where do we go
the freaks
on the fringe
when the edges are all rounded out
we just dangle out in space
you can call us when you need to find out
what the real stars are all about
time has turned and the scenery has changed
and all the books have
burned
but the lyrics remain
let the motherfucker burn let's change the refrain
nobody need history
repeatin tin tin tin tin

(chorus)

if you want skrilla
if you're a cheddar gorilla
stack up your bills as
you sign away your free will
there's no need to represent
the truth of self has now been spent
moving from mortgage out of rent
cuz if you want to belong you write a sing-a-long:

(chorus)

(em replay)

(2009)

SERGE & CHARLOTTE GAINSBOURG - "LEMON INCEST"

Inceste de citron
Lemon incest
Je t'aime t'aime, je t'aime plus que tout
Papapappa
Naïve comme une toile du Nierdoi Sseaurou
Tes baisers sont si doux
Inceste de citron
Lemon incest
Je t'aime t'aime, je t'aime plus que tout
Papapappa
L'amour que nous n' f'rons jamais ensemble
Est le plus beau le rare le plus troublant
Le plus pur le plus enivrant
Exquise esquisse
Délicieuse enfant
Ma chair et mon sang
Oh mon bébé mon âme

Inceste de citron
Lemon incest
Je t'aime t'aime, je t'aime plus que tout
Papapappa
Naïve comme une toile du Nierdoi Sseaurou
Tes baisers sont si doux
Inceste de citron
Lemon incest
Je t'aime t'aime, je t'aime plus que tout
Papapappa

L'amour que nous n' f'rons jamais ensemble
Est le plus rare le plus troublant
Le plus pur le plus énivrant
Exquise esquisse
Délicieuse enfant
Ma chair et mon sang
Oh mon bébé mon âme

Inceste de citron
Lemon incest
Je t'aime t'aime, je t'aime plus que tout
Papapappa
Naïve comme une toile du Nierdoi Sseaurou
Tes baisers sont si doux
Inceste de citron
Lemon incest
Je t'aime t'aime, je t'aime plus que tout
Papapappa

L'amour que nous n' f'rons jamais ensemble
Est le plus rare le plus troublant
Le plus pur le plus énivrant
Exquise esquisse
Délicieuse enfant
Ma chair et mon sang
Oh mon bébé mon âme

Inceste de citron
Lemon incest
Je t'aime t'aime, je t'aime plus que tout
Papapappa

(2009)

THE GOOD SHIP VENUS


Jean Peters em Anne Of The Indies

On the good ship Venus
By Christ you should have seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
Sucking a dead man's penis

The captain's name was Lugger
By Christ he was a bugger
He wasn't fit to shovel shit
From one ship to another

And the second mate was Andy
By Christ he had a dandy
Till they crushed his cock on a jagged rock
For cumming in the brandy

The third mate's name was Morgan
By God he was a gorgon
From half past eight he played till late
Upon the captain's organ


Loudon Wainwright III (termina aos 3'14")

The captain's wife was Mabel
And by God was she able
To give the crew their daily screw
Upon the galley table

The captain's daughter Charlotte
Was born and bred a harlot
Her thighs at night were lily white
By morning they were scarlet

The cabin boy was Kipper
By Christ he was a nipper
He stuffed his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper

The captain's lovely daughter
Liked swimming in the water
Delighted squeals came when some eels
Found her sexual quarters


Sex Pistols

The cook his name was Freeman
And he was a dirty demon
And he fed the crew on menstrual stew
And hymens fried in semen

And the ship's dog was called Rover
And we turned the poor thing over
And ground and ground that faithful hound
From Teneriff to Dover

When we reached our station
Through skillful navigation
The ship got sunk in a wave of spunk
From too much fornication

On the good ship Venus
By Christ you should have seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
Sucking a dead man's penis

(2009)

ONWARD CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS!

Lisboa, Portugal, 2009



Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
with the cross of Jesus going on before.
Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe;
forward into battle see his banners go!

Refrain: Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
with the cross of Jesus going on before.



At the sign of triumph Satan's host doth flee;
on then, Christian soldiers, on to victory!
Hell's foundations quiver at the shout of praise;
brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems raise.
(Refrain)



Like a mighty army moves the church of God;
brothers, we are treading where the saints have trod.
We are not divided, all one body we,
one in hope and doctrine, one in charity.
(Refrain)



Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane,
but the church of Jesus constant will remain.
Gates of hell can never against that church prevail;
we have Christ's own promise, and that cannot fail.
(Refrain)



Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng,
blend with ours your voices in the triumph song.
Glory, laud, and honor unto Christ the King,
this through countless ages men and angels sing.
(Refrain)



(2009)