Jesus of The Moon

O mestre Nick Cave:



I stepped out of the St. James Hotel, I'd left you behind curled up like a child
A change is gonna come, and as the door whispered shut
I walked on down the high-windowed hall
You lay sleeping on the unmade bed, the weatherman on the television
In the St. James Hotel said that the rains are gonna come
And I stepped out on the street all sparkling clean with the early morning dew

Maybe it was you or maybe it was me?
You came on like a punch in the heart
You lying there with the light on your hair like a Jesus on the moon
A Jesus of the planets and the stars

Well, I kept thinking about what the weatherman said
And if the voices of the living can be heard by the dead
Well, the day is gonna come when we find out
And in some kinda way I take a little comfort from that (now and then)
Cause people often talk about being scared of change
But for me I'm more afraid of things staying the same
Cause the game is never won by standing in any one place for too long

Maybe it was you or maybe it was me?
But there was a chord in you I could not find to strike
You lying there with all the light in your hair like a Jesus of the moon
A Jesus of the planets and the stars

I see the many girls walking down the empty streets
And maybe once or twice one of them smiles at me
You can't blame anyone for saying hello
I say hey, I say hello, I say hello

Will it be me or will it be you?
One must stay and one depart
You lying there in a St. James Hotel bed
Like a Jesus of the moon
A Jesus of the planets and the stars

I say hello, hello, hello

Whose Authority

Música da banda Nada Surf, do álbum Lucky de 2008.



walk like you got me my eyes
Are shut like I'm blind
Turn to you and listen trying
To be in your mind
There's a feeling that I get when I look to the West
Having all the answers still failing the test

Wolf packs and convoys and
Captains demand
Surprised in translation
World without end

Welcome back to real life
The picture is gone
Put a contract out on things that go on and on
How do you stay wet?
You must want to be
Where did you get the patience?
Did it come easily?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

On whose authority
I have none over me
On whose authority
There's none that I can see
On whose authority
I have none over me
On whose authority
No one speaks to me
On whose authority
I have none over me

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

All the tales and figurative heroes
The ones that dyed the sun
And call it yellow
The ones that make you run

On whose authority
I have none over me
On whose authority
There's none that I can see
On whose authority
I have none over me
On whose authority
Nothing speaks to me
On whose authority
I have none over me

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Young Love

Os Mystery Jets idolatram Syd Barret e o tem como grande influência. Nada mais precisa ser dito.



If I only knew your name
I’d go from door to door
Searching all the crowded streets
For the place that I once saw

If I only knew your name
I’d go from door to door
Tell me have you seen the girl
I’ve met just once before

One Night of Love
Nothing more nothing less
One Night of Love
To put my head in a mess
Is that you on the bus?
Is that you on the train?
You wrote your number on my hand
And it came off in the rain

One Night of Love
Nothing more nothing less
One Night of Love
Has put my bed in a mess
Is that you on the bus?
Is that you on the train?
You wrote your number on my hand
And it came off in the rain

If I only knew your name
I’d go from door to door
Searching all the crowded streets
For the place that I once saw

If I only knew your name
I’d go from door to door
Tell me have you seen the girl
I’ve met just once before

Woah-Oh

Young Love
Never seems to last
Far too young
Until they have a past
Playing games
People move so fast
You don’t need eyes to see
If someones got a heart of glass

Young Love
Never seems to last
Far too young
Until they have a past
One night of love
Nothing more nothing less
One night of love
Has left my heart in a mess

If I only knew your name
I’d go from door to door
Searching all the crowded streets
For the place that I once saw

If I only knew your name
I’d go from door to door
Tell me have you seen the boy
I’ve met just once before

Woah-Oh

Michael Jackson (in memoriam)

O Rei do Pop está morto. Presto meus respeitos a um grande nome da música pop:

Fuel for Fire

Mais uma bela música do M. Ward, esta é do álbum Transistor Radio de 2005.



My heart is always on the line
I’ve traveled all kinds of places
The song is always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire

Got 45s to play at night
Got books to spend with every weekend
The story’s always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire

Fuel for fire, a bitter ending
to a sweet, sweet day
Fuel for fire, the sour note inside
the orchestra wail
Fuel for fire, uncomfortable pauses
between famous last words
Fuel for fire, missing persons
in a small, small world

I dug beneath the wall of sound
I ended up back where I started
The song is always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire

And so my heart is always on the line
I’ve traveled all kinds of places
The story’s always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire

Chinese Translation

Quase não postava hoje, feriado é dia de ressaca, aí dá uma preguiça. Mas já que tô ouvindo muito M. Ward nesses dias, tem vídeo dele. A música do M. Ward faz tem raízes no tradicional folk/country estadunidense. Chinese Translation é do álbum Post War de 2006



I sailed a wild, wild sea
climbed up a tall, tall mountain
I met a old, old man
beneath a weeping willow tree
He said now if you got some questions
go and lay them at my feet
but my time here is brief
so you'll have to pick just three

And I said
What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart
and how can a man like me remain in the light
and if life is really as short as they say
then why is the night so long
and then the sun went down
and he sang for me this song

See I once was a young fool like you
afraid to do the things
that I knew I had to do
So I played an escapade just like you
I played an escapade just like you
I sailed a wild, wild sea
climbed up a tall, tall mountain
I met an old, old man
he sat beneath a sapling tree
He said now if you got some questions
go and lay them at my feet
but my time here is brief
so you'll have to pick just three

And I said
What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart
and how can a man like me remain in the light
and if life is really as short as they say
then why is the night so long
and then the sun went down
and he played for me this song

Numa sala de reboco

Continua o clima de festa junina com o Rei do Baião:

Boiadeiro

Aproveitando o clima junino, o rei do baião Luiz Gonzaga:

Sinners Prayer

BB King e Billy Preston tocando Ray Charles:

Baby Can I Hold You Tonight

Tracy Chapman é pra apaixonar qualquer um, e hoje tem em dose dupla, no post logo abaixo tem Fast Car



Sorry
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like sorry like sorry

Forgive me
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like forgive me forgive me

But you can say baby
Baby can I hold you tonight
Maybe if I told you
the right words
At the right time you'd be mine

I love you
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like I love you I love you

Fast Car

Tracy Chapman é pra arrepiar até os cabelinhos anais:



You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere

Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living

You see my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
I say his body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way

I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way

3 x 4

Esse acústico dos Engenheiros do Hawaii é um espetáculo, um dos melhores acústicos de bandas brasileiras (o melhor mesmo é do Zé Ramalho, mas aquele acho não foi pela MTV, e o melhor de todos os que existem é o do Neil Young). Essa música 3 x 4 é do Tchau Radar de 1999.

Tiny Vessels

Mais uma música espetacular do álbum Transatlanticism do Death Cab for Cutie. O vídeo é de uma filmagem de 1969 de algum aluno de cinema, de acordo com as informações no youtube.



This is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her but you don't.
You touch her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
Yeah, she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.

I spent two weeks in Silverlake
The California sun cascading down my face
There was a girl with light brown streaks
And she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.
Yeah she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.

Wanted to believe in all the words that i was speaking
As we moved together in the dark
And all the friends that i was telling
And all the playful misspellings
And every bite i gave you left a mark

Tiny vessels oozed into your neck
And formed the bruises
That you said you didn't want to fade
But they did and so did i that day

All i see are dark grey clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you ask "was something wrong?"
That i think "you're damn right there is but we can't talk about it now.
No, we can't talk about it now."

So one last touch and then you'll go
And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
And you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Yeah you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me [x2]

With a Little Help From My Friends

Em 1967 os Beatles lançaram uma das obras mais espetaculares da música pop: Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, meu álbum favorito dos Fab Four, quiçá meu álbum favorito de todos.
Em 1969 houve um dos festivais mais famosos de rock: Woodstock, que dispensa apresentações. Nele, Joe Cocker fez uma apresentação antológica que fez sua carreira decolar, principalmente por conta da versão explosiva de A Little Help From My Friends (música do álbum dos Beatles citado acima, que ele gravou em 1968).



E como quase sempre faço quanto coloco covers, eis a versão original:



What would you do if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

What do I do when my love is away
(Does it worry you to be alone?)
How do I feel by the end of the day,
(Are you sad because you're on your own?)

No, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.

Would you believe in a love at first sight
Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time
What do you see when you turn out the light
I can't tell you but I know it's mine,

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody
I just need someone to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
with a little help from my friends.

Casimir Pulaski Day

Não conheço a música de Sufjan Stevens tão a fundo, só o album Illinoise, que é um espetáculo de folk que beira ao épico, algo como mini orquestras ou sei lá o que. É belo:



Golden rod and the 4-H stone
The things I brought you
When I found out you had cancer of the bone

Your father cried on the telephone
And he drove his car to the Navy yard
Just to prove that he was sorry

In the morning through the window shade
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
I could see what you were reading

Oh the glory that the lord has made
And the complications you could do without
When I kissed you on the mouth

Tuesday night at the bible study
We lift our hands and pray over your body
But nothing ever happens

I remember at Michael's house
In the living room when you kissed my neck
And I almost touched your blouse

In the morning at the top of the stairs
When your father found out what we did that night
And you told me you were scared

Oh the glory when you ran outside
With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
And you told me not to follow you

Sunday night when I cleaned the house
I find the card where you wrote it out
With the pictures of your mother

On the floor at the great divide
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
I am crying in the bathroom

In the morning when you finally go
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
And the cardinal hits the window

In the morning in the winter shade
On the first of March on the holiday
I thought I saw you breathing

Oh the glory that the lord has made
And the complications when I see his face
In the morning in the window

Oh the glory when he took our place
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
And he takes and he takes and he takes

I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself

Nada melhor do que começar a semana do que um dos mais belos clipes já feito: música de White Stripes, direção de Sofia Coppola, estrelando a espetacular Kate Moss dançando, dançando, dançando... deixa qualquer um louco.

I Know Where The Summer Goes

É difícil escolher uma música do Belle and Sebastian pra colocar no post, são tantas espetaculares que fico numa dúvida cruel, mas resolvi escolher I Know Where The Summer Goes, que é um B-Side:



I know where the summer goes
When you're having no fun
When you're under the thumb
I know where the summer dwells
If your underarm smells
And your kitchen looks like hell

I know where the summer goes
If you're scraping a pot, and your head is hot
Put your head down, put your thumbs up girl
With the smell of hot desk
And the glitter of your step
He was right, he's the upcoming guru of the city
No one told the city councillors

I know, you can tell me again
I've got my mobile phone
Full of silicon chips
No one likes a smart arse
But I've seen a pattern emerge
I will race you up the hill
Where the boy who made records out of postcard messages
And flowering cherries rain on kids like you

Look twice at the kid with the crimped
And overheated hair
They ran a book on his looks
Odds on was the noble pose and
The denim hard riff of the Irish Troubadour
But the boy came from nowhere to
Steal the hearts of lassies in the lavvies of the club tonight

I See You, You See Me

A música de hoje é homenagem ao dia dos namorados, e para tanto escolhi essa música do Magic Numbers, um pop romântico com um clipe filmado num elegante preto e braco que me fez lembrar a Nouvelle Vague francesa:



I never wanted to love you, but that's okay
I always knew that you'd leave me anyway
But darling when I see you, I see me

I asked the boys if they'd let me go out and play
They always said that you'd hurt me anyway
But darling when I see you, I see me

And it's alright
I never thought I'd fall in love again
It's alright
I look to you as my only friend
It's alright
I never thought that I could feel there's something
Rising, rising in my veins
Looks like it's happened again

I never thought that you wanted for me to stay
So I left you with the girls that came your way
And darling when I see you, I see me

I often thought that you'd be better off left alone
Why throw a circle round a man with broken bones
But darling when I see you, I see me

It's alright
I never thought I'd fall in love again
It's alright
I look to you as my only friend
It's alright
I never thought that I could feel there's something
Rising, rising in my veins
Looks like it's happened again

You always looked like you had something else on your mind
When I try to tell you, you tell me "nevermind"
But darling when I see you, you see me

I wanna tell you that I never loved anyone else
You wanna tell me that you're better off by yourself
But darling when I see you, you see me

Oooh, oo-oo-oooh...
This is not what I'm like, this is not what I do
This is not what I'm like, I think I'm falling for you
This is not what I'm like, this is not what I do
This is not what I'm like, I think I'm falling for you (2x)

I never thought
This is not what I'm like, this is not what I do
I never thought
This is not what I'm like, I think I'm falling for you

I never thought that I could feel there's something
Rising, rising in my veins
And it looks like I feel there's something
Rising, rising in my veins
Looks like it's happened again

SPAM

Como meu caro Marcelino perguntou, respondo com um vídeo a origem do termo Spam usado na internet (ou pelo menos é o que se atribui como sendo a origem). Monty Python and the Flying Circus:

Fox in the Snow

Esse é mais um desses vídeos que só se vê no youtube, uma pequena jóia que jamais veríamos numa MTV. Não faço a menor idéia da procedência do vídeo, só sei que são verdadeiros fãs do Belle and Sebastian.



E como brinde hoje um vídeo da própria banda Belle and Sebastian tocando ao vivo no Brasil no Rio (como que eu gostaria de ter estado lá):



Fox in the snow, where do you go
To find something you can eat?
Cause the word out on the street is you are starving
Don't let yourself grow hungry now
Don't let yourself grow cold
Fox in the snow
Girl in the snow, where will you go
To find someone that will do?
To tell someone all the truth before it kills you
They listen to your crazy laugh
Before you hang a right
And disappear from sight
What do they know anyway?
You'll read it in a book
What do they know anyway?
You'll read it in a book tonight

Boy on the bike, what are you like
As you cycle round the town?
You're going up, you're going down
You're going nowhere
It's not as if they're paying you
It's not as if it's fun
At least not anymore
When your legs are black and blue
It's time to take a break
When your legs are black and blue
It's time to take a holiday

Kid in the snow, way to go
It only happens once a year
It only happens once a lifetime
Make the most of it
Second just to being born
Second to dying to
What else could you do?

Sad Song

Obrigado Noel por nos entregar belíssimas músicas:



Sing a sad song
In a lonely place
Try to put a word in for me
It's been so long
Since I found this place
You better put in two or three
We as people, are just walking 'round
Our heads are firmly fixed in the ground
What we don't see
Well it can't be real
What we don't touch we cannot feel

Where we're living in this town
The sun is coming up and it's going down
But it's all just the same at the end of the day
And we cheat and we lie
Nobody says it's wrong
So we don't ask why
Cause it's all just the same at the end of the day
We're throwing it all away
We're throwing it all away
We're throwing it all away at the end of the day

If you need it
Something I can give
I know I'd help you if I can
If your honest and you say that you did
You know that I would give you my hand
Or a sad song
In a lonely place
I'll try to put a word in for you
Need a shoulder? well if that's the case
You know there's nothing I wouldn't do

Where we're living in this town
The sun is coming up and it's going down
But it's all just the same at the end of the day
When we cheat and we lie
Nobody says it's wrong
So we don't ask why
Cause it's all just the same at the end of the day

Don't throw it all away
Don't throw it all away
Don't throw it all away
Don't throw it all away
Throwing it all away
Throwing it all away
Throwing it all away

Throwing it all away
Throwing it all away
You're throwing it all away at the end of the day

Maybe Tomorrow

Stereophonics é uma banda do País de Gales, e esta música faz parte do seu quarto álbum. Aqui, o vocalista estava numa fase bem ruim da vida, tinha terminado um relacionamento de 13 anos e havia brigado com um amigo seu, membro da banda, que acabou saindo, daí o som da banda neste álbum soa um pouco mais triste, porém mais maduro.



I've been down and
I'm wondering why
These little black clouds
Keep walking around
With me
With me

It wastes time
And I'd rather be high
Think I'll walk me outside
And buy a rainbow smile
But be free
They're all free

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

I look around at a beautiful life
Been the upperside of down
Been the inside of out
But we breathe
We breathe

I wanna breeze and an open mind
I wanna swim in the ocean
Wanna take my time for me
All me

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

How We Operate

Música do quinto álbum do Gomez - também chamado How We Operate.



alm down
And get straight
It's not our eyes (?)
It's how we operate

You're true
You are
I'd apologize but it won't go very far

Please come here
Come right on over
And when we collide we'll see what gets left over

A little joy
A little sorrow
And a little pride so we won't have to borrow
Wherever you lead, I'll follow

Turn me inside out and upside down
And try to see things my way
Turn a new page, tear the old one out
And I'll try to see things your way

Please come here
Please come on over
There is no line that you can't step right over
Without you well I'm left hollow
So can we decide to try a little joy tomorrow
'Cos baby tonight I'll follow

Turn me inside out and upside down
And try to see things my way
Turn a new page, tear the old one out
And I'll try to see things your way

The way that we've been speaking now
I swear that we'd be friends, I swear
'Cos all these little deals go down with
Little consequences, we share, we share

Turn me inside out and upside down
And try to see things my way
Turn a new page, tear the old one out
And I'll try to see things your way

And I'm gonna love you anyway
Try to see things your way
Try to see things your way
Try to see things your way

The Bellhop

Porque quando a coisa é realmente bem feita a gente até deixa pra lá a inovação:

La Comedie/To The End

A absurdamente espetacular versão em dueto de To The End do Blur, cantada junto com Françoise Hardy:



Tous ces bals masqués (Si peu d'amour)
Du mauvais cinéma (Et tant de haine)
We've been drinking far too much (Si peu d'amour)
And neither of us mean what we say (Et tant de haine)

La comédie du grand amour
Vous ne me ferez paz l'injure de la jouer jusqu'au bout
De me la jouer jusqu'au bout

Pourquoi tant de haine (Si peu d'amour)
C'est un accident de voir (Et tant de haine)
Infatuated only with ourselves (Si peu d'amour)
And neither of us can think straight anymore (Et tant de haine)

You and I collapsed in love
And it looks like we might have made it
Yes it looks like we've made it to the end

La comédie du grand amour
Je ne vous ferai pas l'honneur de la jouer jusqu'au bout
De vous la jouer jusqu'au bout
Si peu d'amour

Whom/Who

Porque às vezes pra começar bem o dia basta um pop redondinho. A banda é a Pomegranates:

The Headmaster Ritual

Radiohead faz cover dos Smiths:



Belligerent ghouls
Run manchester schools

Spineless swines
Cemented minds

Sir leads the troops
Jealous of youth
Same old suit since 1962

He does the military two-step
Down the nape of my neck

I wanna go home
I dont wanna stay
Give up education
As a bad mistake

Mid-week on the playing fields
Sir thwacks you on the knees

Knees you in the groin
Elbow in the face
Bruises bigger than dinner plates

I wanna go home
I dont wanna stay

Da-da-da ...

Belligerent ghouls
Run manchester schools

Spineless bastards all ...

Sir leads the troops
Jealous of youth
Same old jokes since 1902

He does the military two-step
Down the nape of my neck

I wanna go home
I dont want to stay
Give up life
As a bad mistake

Please excuse me from gym
Ive got this terrible cold coming on
He grabs and devours
He kicks me in the showers
Kicks me in the showers
And he grabs and devours

I want to go home
I dont want to stay...

Tombstone Shadow

Puro Rock n Roll:



Tombstone shadow, stretchin across my path.
Tombstone shadow, stretchin across my path.
Evry time I get some good news, ooh,
Theres a shadow on my back.

Saw the gypsy man, way down in san berdoo.
Said, I saw the gypsy man, way down in san berdoo.
Five dollars on the table, ooh,
Keep me way from my tomb.
Oh! oh!

Said I got thirteen months of bad luck,
Bound to be some pain.
Dont you do no travlin,
Fly in no machines.
Tombstone shadow, stretchin across my path.
Evry time I get some good news, ooh,
Theres a shadow on my back.

The man gave me a luck charm, cost five dollars more,
Said, put some on your pillow, and put some on your door.
He said, take a long vacation, ooh,
For thirteen months or more.
Oh, lord!

Tombstone shadow, stretchin across my path.
Tombstone shadow, stretchin across my path.
Evry time I get some good news, ooh,
Theres a shadow on my back.

Oh, oh, lord!
Oh, lord!

Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain - The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

Um dos meus filmes favoritos e uma das melhores trilhas sonoras de todas, interpretada por uma trupe de tocadores de Ukulele, completamente impagável e genial:

Filmes vistos/revistos

A partir de hoje, toda as segundas, além do vídeo, também vou colocar a lista de filmes vistos na semana, com a respectiva cotação de 1 a 5 (* a *****). Hoje vou colocar os últimes filmes vistos que eu me lembro no momento. Em negrito os filmes revistos.

Star Trek (idem, J.J. Abrams, 2009)***

X-Men Origins: Wolverine (idem, Gavin Hood, 2009)**

Ele não está tão afim de você (He's Just Not That Into You, Ken Kwapis, 2009)*

Clube da Luta (Fight Club, David Fincher, 1999)***

Exterminador do Futuro (The Terminator, James Cameron, 1984)****

Noivas em Guerra (Bride Wars, Gary Winick, 2009)*

Cantando na Chuva (Singing in the rain, Stanley Donen e Gene Kelly, 1952)*****

Casablanca (idem, Michael Curtiz, 1942)*****

Oite e Meio (Otto e Mezzo, Federico Fellini, 1963)*****

Control (idem, Anton Corbijn, 2007)****

O Bom, o Mau e o Bizarro (Joheunnom nabbeunnom isanghannom, Ji-woon Kim, 2008)**** (a California Filmes lançou com o nome genérico "Os Invencíveis")

Little Bear

Guillemots é uma banda da Inglaterra formada por um inglês, um brasileiro, um escocês e um canadense. A música Little Bear é a música que abre o primeiro álbum do grupo, e a lenda viva Paul McCartney disse que era uma maneira muito corajosa de se abrir um álbum e elogiou a bela orquestração da música. Não foi à toa que o Lorde Paul disse isso, vejam:



Little bear, little bear you're getting out of hand
Getting out of hand
I think I'm going to lose you now

Oh little bear, little bear you know me too well anyway
Too well every day
I'm going home

I'm going beneath the stars
I'm going under the soil again
And I won't be back in a long time so get out
Get out of this old house
Before I burn it down
I wouldn't want to cause you anything
That might break your lovely face
In a thousand shattered china pieces

In this bracken world of broken pieces