The World at Large

Modest Mouse, com a música que abre o Good News for People Who Love Bad News, álbum de 2004.



Ice-age heat wave, can't complain.
If the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
I move on to another day, to a whole new town with a whole new way.
Went to the porch to have a thought.
Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop.
You don't know where and you don't know when.
But you still got your words and you got your friends.
Walk along to another day.
Work a little harder, work another way.

Well uh-uh baby I ain't got no plan.
We'll float on maybe would you understand?
Gonna float on maybe would you understand?
Well I'll float on maybe would you understand?

The days get shorter and the nights get cold.
I like the autumn but this place is getting old.
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast.
It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most.
The day's get longer and the nights smell green.
I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave.

I like songs about drifters - books about the same.
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
Walked on off to another spot.
I still haven't got anywhere that I want.
Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?

The moths beat themselves to death against the lights.
Adding their breeze to the summer nights.
Outside, water like air was great.
I didn't know what I had that day.
Walk a little farther to another plan.
You said that you did, but you didn't understand.

I know that starting over is not what life's all about.
But my thoughts were so loud, I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud, I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud.

Roscoe

Mais Midlake, com uma das melhores músicas deles.



Stonecutters made them from stones
Chosen specially for you and I
Who will live inside
The mountaineers gathered tender
Piled high
In which to take along.
Driving many miles, knowing they'd get here.

When they got here, all exhausted
On the roof leaks they got started
And now when the rain comes
We can be thankful

Ooh aah ooh
When the mountaineers
Saw that everything fit, they were
Glad and so they took off

Thought we were devoid
A change or two
Around this place
When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with

The village used to be all one really needs
That's filled with hundreds and hundreds of
Chemicals that mostly surround you
You wish to flee but it's not like you
So listen to me, listen to me

Oh, oh, oh and when the morning comes,
We will step outside
We will not find another man inside
We like the newness, the newness of all
That has grown in our garden soaking for so long

Whenever I was a child I wondered what if my name had changed into something more productive like Roscoe
Been born in 1891
Waiting with my Aunt Rosaline

Thought we were devoid
A change or two
Around this place
When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with

1891
They looked around the forest
They made their house from cedars
They made their house from stones

Oh, they're a little like you, and
They're a little like me
When they're falling me

Thought we were devoid
A change or two
Around this place
(This place)
(This place)

When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with
(When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with)

It Covers the Hillside

Um pouco mais de Midlake essa semana não é demais.



It covers the roadways
It covers the hillsides
It covers the houses
It covers the frozen pines

We had the snowfall
To run all the rations dry
When we got hungry
We'd taken what wasn't ours

Now we will set out
The seats are cold on this boat
As we head towards the ocean, towards the ocean

Making our way out
Trying to survive
As we head our towards the ocean

I'm not sure where this river goes
But we have no choice but to follow
There is smoke in the sky over those trees
Let us hope they are kind to you and me

Let us hope, let us hope they have enough
Winter comes it sure is rough
Maybe they'll welcome us
We won't ask much
But their rations were low
And they couldn't help us
So off we go

It covers the roadways
It covers the hillsides
It covers the houses
It covers the frozen pines

Now we will set out
The seats are cold on this boat
As we head towards the ocean

Making our way out
Trying to survive
As we head our towards the ocean

Towards the ocean, towards the ocean
Towards the ocean, towards the ocean

Clipe Ladeira

Ontem tive uma grata surpresa ao travar conhecimento com a Orquestra Contemporânea de Olinda, banda que eu, infelizmente, desconhecia até o momento. A banda é de uma riqueza ímpar, faz uma mistura de vários gêneros, do samba ao jazz, e dá pra ver que se divertem em cima do palco. O interessante é que a banda não passa em nenhum momento pelo maracatu, fugindo do lugar comum em se tratando de bandas pernambucanas. Estarei agora só esperando eles virem pra João Pessoa de novo, porque vale muito a pena, o show é instigante.

He Tried to Escape

Música do primeiro, e mais experimental, álbum do Midlake. Um espetáculo de disco.

I Can Be a Frog

Hoje eu ia postar mais música do Midlake, mas quando vi esse clipe novo do Flaming Lips não resisti. Como todos os meus amigos sabem eu sou criança feliz (e todos devem ser), e obviamente eu adoro o Flaming Lips, uma das bandas mais criativas que existem hoje. Criativa e divertida, com um senso de humor que reflete em suas músicas. Essa música nova, I Can Be A Frog, vai sair no álbum novo, e é um espetáculo pois resgata a criança dentro de todos nós. E o clipe não poderia ser melhor, estranho e criativo, e a garota é uma graça.

Head Home

O Midlake tem fortes influências do Radiohead e Grandaddy, tem um segundo álbum impecável. O primeiro álbum eu ouvi depois, e achei também completamente espetacular, pois tem uma levada mais jazz/experimental que eu gosto. A música de hoje é do segundo disco, o The Trials of Van Occupanther. Amanhã coloco uma do primeiro.



No-one seems to be around today
They must've all gone off without me again
I think I'll head home

Maybe I'll find them gathered 'round my doorstep
Oh, to sleep in a comfortable bed
I think I'll head home

No-one seems to be around today
They must've all gone off without me again
I think I'll head home
I think I'll head home

Bring me a day full of honest work
and a roof that never leaks
I'll be satisfied

Bring me the news all about the town
How it struggles to help all the farmers out
During harvest time

But there's someone I'd like to see
She never mentions a word to me
She reads Leviathan

I think I'll head home
I think I'll head home
I think I'll head home

Bring me a day full of honest work
and a roof that never leaks
I'll be satisfied

Bring me the news all about the town
How it struggles to help all the farmers out
During harvest time

But there's someone I'd like to see
She never mentions a word to me
She reads Leviathan

I think I'll head home
I think I'll head home
I think I'll head home
I think I'll head home

I think I'll head home
I think I'll head home
I think I'll head home
I think I'll head home

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Minha música preferida do The Smiths.



Take me out tonight
Where theres music and theres people
And theyre young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I havent got one
Anymore

Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people and i
Want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh, please dont drop me home
Because its not my home, its their
Home, and Im welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I dont care
I dont care, I dont care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought oh god, my chance has come at last
(but then a strange fear gripped me and i
Just couldnt ask)

Take me out tonight
Oh, take me anywhere, I dont care
I dont care, I dont care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I havent got one, da ...
Oh, I havent got one

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Oh, there is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out

A Rush & A Push & The Land Is Ours

Demorou, mas finalmente o Morrissey aparece por aqui, esse que é um dos grandes artistas vivos da música(junto com Sir Paul McCartney, Neil Young, Bob Dylan, entre outros), um dos vocalistas mais carismáticos que eu já vi, tanto que nos seus shows vários fãs subiam no palco para tocá-lo - se eu tivesse por lá eu subiria, ou tentaria. Além de uma carreira solo memorável, foi o líder da melhor banda da década de 80, o The Smiths (1982-1987).



Oh hello
I am the ghost of troubled joe
Hung by his pretty white neck
Some eighteen months ago
I travelled to a mystical time zone
And I missed my bed
And I soon came home

They said :
Theres too much caffeine
In your bloodstream
And a lack of real spice
In your life

I said :
Leave me alone
Because Im alright, dad
Surprised to still
Be on my own...

Oh, but dont mention love
Id hate the strain of the pain again
A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours
It has been before
So it shall be again
And people who are uglier than you and i
They take what they need, and just leave

Oh, but dont mention love
Id hate the pain of the strain all over again
A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours
It has been before
So why cant it be now ?
And people who are weaker than you or i
They take what they want from life

Oh, but dont mention love
No - no, dont mention love !
A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours
Your youth may be gone
But youre still a young man
So phone me, phone me, phone me
So phone me, phone me, phone me

Oh, I think Im in love
Oh, I think Im in love
Oh, I think Im in love (think Im in love)
Urrgh, I think Im in lerv
Oh ...

High and Dry

Versão do pianista/jazzista Jamie Cullum para High and Dry, música do segundo álbum do Radiohead (The Bends). O piano é uma coisa linda de Deus, um dia eu aprendo a tocar. Enquanto isso, vou apreciando os outros tocando, principalmente uma versão tão bonita pra uma música igualmente espetacular.



Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy.
Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.
You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop.
You broke another mirror; you're turning into something you are not.

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk.
All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at you. You will be the one screaming out.

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

It's the best thing that you've ever had, the best thing that you've ever, ever
had.
It's the best thing that you've ever had; the best thing you've had has gone away.

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me high
Don't leave me dry.

Nantes

Ontem teve show do Beirut em Recife e não deu pra ir. Pelo menos tomei uísque e vi o DVD do Led Zeppelin, o que também é um programa do bom.



Well it's been a long time, long time now
since I've seen you smile
and I'll gamble away my fright
and I'll gamble away my time
and in a year, a year or so
this will slip into the sea
well it's been a long time, long time now
since I've seen you smile

nobody raise their voices
just another night to mourn to
nobody raise their voices
just another night to mourn to

The Model

Pra finalizar essa pequena overdose de Belle and Sebastian hoje temos The Model, segunda música do quarto álbum, Fold Your Hands Child You Walk Like a Peasant.



I will confess to you
Because you made me think about the times
You turn the picture on to me and Ill turn over
The vision was a masterpiece of comic timing
But you wouldnt laugh at all
And I wonder what the boy was thinking
The picture was an old collage of something classical
The model with a tragic air
Because without a doubt hed given up the fight
The ghost of somebody at his side

I will confess to you
Because I didnt think about the message
As I walked down the alleyway it was a sunday
And all my friends deserted me because you painted me
As the fraud I really was
And if you think you see with just your eyes youre mad
cause lisa learned a lot from putting on a blindfold
When she knew she had been bad
She met another blind kid at a fancy dress
It was the best sex she ever had

Ill send a dress to you
Because its needing badly taken in
But I was so embarressed when I missed your party
It was me that paid for it eventually
Because you know how much I wanted
To meet your friend the star of stage and local press
The dream of all the bowlie boys that hang around here
And Im no different from the rest
Im not too proud to say that Im okay with
The girl next door whos famous for showing her breasts

Youre not impressed by me
But its a funny way for you to tell me
A whisper in a choir stall
The man was talking about you simultaneously
Frankly, I let my heavy eyelids flutter
Because I have been sleeping badly lately
I know you were historical from all the books Ive read
But I thought you could be bluffing
And with this chance Ive missed I feel remiss
Its days and months before I see you again

A Century of Fakers

O Belle and Sebastian é tão genial, mas tão genial, que lançou um disco só com os seus b-sides (leia-se, músicas lançadas em EPs e não em álbuns), compreendendo o período de 1997 a 2001, chamado Push Barman to Open Old Wounds, um disco com 25 faixas todas,TODAS, espetaculares. 25 b-sides fantásticas num único disco não é pra qualquer banda. Belle and Sebastian não é qualquer banda.
A Century of Fakers é a nona faixa.



There are people going hungry every day
Theyve got nothing on their plates
And youre filling your fat face with every different kind of cake
And if you ever go lardy, or go lame
I will drop you straight away
Thats the price you have to pay
For every stupid thing you say

There are people going lonely, and theyll stay
Lonely fay into the year
Because youre making blinkers fashionable
And fashionably youll say
All is equal in love and war and
Im sorry, but Ive got some things to do
And you pretend to read a book youll never finish till the day

That the author dedicates it
To a century of fakers
They took your mould and they burned it on the fire in history today
Yeah, the author dedicates it
To a century of fakers
He was an anarchist, he tried his best but it wasnt good enough

Did I say I would see you soon?
Well Im sorry, but I just came off my bike
And my face is scarred
And chance has barred me seeing you tonight
I was over the other side of the city
And if the truth be known Id say
That you look great from there before you shaved your golden hair today

Everybodys trying to make us
Another century of fakers
They took you mould and burned it on the fire of history today
Everybodys trying to make us
Another cool decade of fakers
Another century of fakers

The Boy With The Arab Strap

E a overdose de Belle and Sebastian continua, agora com uma música do álbum The Boy With The Arab Strap, o primeiro que eu comprei em 1998 ou 1999, e o segundo da banda.



A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time
The odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by
When youve been inside
Day upon day of this wandering gets you down
Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town

Hovering silence from you is a giveaway
Squalor and smokes not your style
I dont like this place
We better go
Then I compare notes with your older sister
I am a lazy gett, she is as pure as the cold driven snow
She accepts my confession

What did you learn from your time in the solitary
Cell of your mind?
There was noises, distractions from anything good
And the old prison food
Colour my life with the chaos of trouble
Cause anythings better than posh isolation
1 missed the bus
You were laid on your back
With the boy from the arab strap
With the boy from the arab strap

Its something to speak of the way you are feeling
To crowds there assembled
Do you ever feel you have gone too far?
Everyone suffers in silence a burden
The man who drives minicabs down in old compton
The asian man
With his love hate affair
With his racist clientele

A central location for you is a must
As you stagger about making free with your lewd and lascivious boasts
We know you are soft cause weve all seen you dancing
We know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon
Until noon again
Youre the boy with the filthy laugh
Youre the boy with the arab strap

Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop
Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches
And sets off the smoke alarm
What do you make of the cool set in london?
Youre constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks
Shes a waitress and shes got style
Sunday bathtime could take a while

Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying

O Koto, com sua perspicácia ímpar, fez um pedido que não posso negar, e praticamente já estava certo de aparecer por aqui. Mais uma do álbum If You're Feeling Sinister, pra deixar todo mundo criança feliz como eu.



Ooh! Get me away from here I'm dying
Play me a song to set me free
Nobody writes them like they used to
So it may as well be me
Here on my own now after hours
Here on my own now on a bus
Think of it this way
You could either be successful or be us
With our winning smiles, and us
With our catchy tunes and words
Now we're photogenic
You know, we don't stand a chance

Oh, I'll settle down with some old story
About a boy who's just like me
Thought there was love in everything and everyone
You're so naive!
They always reach a sorry ending
They always get it in the end
Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and then
With a winning smile, the poor boy
With naivety succeeds
At the final moment, I cried
I always cry at endings

Oh, that wasn't what I meant to say at all
From where I'm sitting, rain
Falling against the lonely tenement
Has set my mind to wander
Into the windows of my lovers
They never know unless I write
"This is no declaration, I just thought I'd let you know goodbye"
Said the hero in the story
"It is mightier than swords
I could kill you sure
But I could only make you cry with these words"

If You're Feeling Sinister

Acho que quando eu ouço Belle & Sebastian pequenos coraçõezinhos saem de dentro do meu ouvido. Acho que essa semana vai ser dedicada só ao B&S.



Anthony walked to his death because he thought hed never feel this way again
If he goes back to the house then things would go from bad to worse, what could he do?
He wants to remember things exactly as he left them on that wednesday
And if there is something else beyond, he isnt scared because
Its bound to be less boring than today
Its bound to be less boring than tomorrow

Hilary walked to her death because she couldnt think of anything to say
Everybody thought that she was boring, so they never listened anyway
Nobody was really saying anything of interest, she fell asleep
She was into s&m and Bible studies
Not everyones cup of tea she would admit to me
Her cup of tea, she would admit to no one
Her cup of tea, she would admit to me
Oh but her cup of tea, she would admit to no one

Hilary went to the catholic church because she wanted information
The vicar, or whatever, took her to one side and gave her confirmation
Saint theresas calling her, the church up on the hill is looking lovely
But it doesnt interest, the only things she wants to know is
How and why and when and where to go
How and why and when and where to follow
How and why and when and where to go
How and why and when and where to follow

But if you are feeling sinister
Go off and see a minister
Hell try in vain to take away the pain of being a hopeless unbeliever

When she got back, her spirituality was thrown into confusion
So she got a special deal on renting
From the man at rediffusion
Look at me! Im on tv
It makes up for the shortcomings of being poor
Now Im in a million pieces, picked up for deliberation
By the people listening at home
By the people watching on the telly
By the people listening at home
By the people watching on the telly

But if you are feeling sinister
Go off and see a minister
Chances are youll probably feel better
If you stayed and played with yourself

Someday

The Strokes tava demorando pra aparecer por aqui



In many ways they'll miss the good old days
Someday, someday
Yeah it hurts to say but I want you to stay
Sometimes, sometimes
When we was young oh man did we have fun
Always, always
Promises they break before they're made
Sometimes, sometimes

Oh, My ex says im lacking in depth
I will do my best
You say you wanna stand by my side
Darling your head's not right
I see alone we stand together we fall apart
Yeah, I think I'll be alright
I'm working so I won't have to try so hard
Tables they turn sometimes.
Oh someday.
I ain't wasting no more time.

Trying, trying.

And now my fears, they come to me in threes
So I, sometimes
Say "fate my friend", you say the strangest things
I find, sometimes

Oh, My ex says i'm lacking in depth
Say I will try my best
You say you wanna stand by my side
Darling your head's not right
I see alone we stand together we fall apart
Yeah, I think I'll be alright
I'm working so I won't have to try so hard
Tables they turn sometimes.
Oh someday

I ain't wasting no more time

Fade to Black

Hoje dificilmente eu escuto Metallica, mas nos meus 13, 14 anos era só o que eu escutava, era uma paixão brutal, e eu nem curtia tanto heavy metal, só o Metallica mesmo. De vez em quando eu gosto de ouvir pra relembrar. Fade to Black está no Ride the Lightning, álbum lançado em 1984.



Life, it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no one else

I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free

Things not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Can't stand this hell I feel

Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now he's gone

No one but me can save myself, but it's too late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try

Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye, *Goodbye*

Tearing Up the Oxygen

Maritime é o tipo de banda indie/pop que quando se escuta a pessoa deve tomar cuidado - de repente pode ter um sorriso besta no rosto.



if you drink enough water will i fade
when i'm out of your system forget things that i said.
then the scenery changes.
cars have no remorse they take the world by force
we wish we could travel so relentlessly
even in our sleep we surrender

you can do anything
i should be so lucky.

so now i chase my bags someday they'll take me home
my clothes are worn so thin they accent my bones
the sleep i've lost could rest me.
but clocks keep slippery time
they paint the salt stained lines
of the best and the worst and the maritimes
when your eyes are off me, i'm alone.

they could be anywhere
i should be so lucky
tearing up the oxygen to find one another

Wonderwall

Cover que o Ryan Adams fez para a música Wonderwall do Oasis. Devo dizer que ficou bem interessante.

No Ceiling

Essa música Eddie Vedder, do Pearl Jam, fez para o filme Na Natureza Selvagem, que ainda não vi, mas tá na lista pra ver.



Comes the morning
When I can feel
That there's nothing left to be concealed
Moving on a scene surreal
No, my heart will never
Will never be far from here

Sure as I am breathing
Sure as I'm sad
I'll keep this wisdom in my flesh
I leave here believing more than I had
And there's a reason I'll be
A reason I'll be back

As I walk
The Hemisphere
*I've got* my wish
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
To up and disappear

*I've been* wounded
*I've been* healed
Now for landing *I've been*
Landing *I've been* cleared

Sure as I'm breathing
Sure as I'm sad
I'll keep this wisdom
In my flesh

I leave here believing
More than I had
This Love has got
No Ceiling

Janta

Música do álbum solo do Marcelo Camelo, ao vivo com Mallu Magalhães. A qualidade de áudio tá uma bosta, mas essa música é muito bonitinha, então vai assim mesmo :D



Eu quis te conhecer mas tenho que aceitar
Caberá ao nosso amor o eterno ou o não dá
Pode ser cruel a eternidade
Eu ando em frente por sentir vontade

Eu quis te convencer mas chega de insistir
Caberá ao nosso amor o que há de vir
Pode ser a eternidade má
Caminho em frente pra sentir saudade

Paper clips and crayons in my bed
Everybody thinks that i'm sad
I'll take a ride in melodies and bees and birds
Will hear my words
Will be both us and you and them together

Cause i can forget about myself, trying to be everybody else
I feel allright that we can go away
And please my day
I let you stay with me if you surrender

Eu quis te conhecer mas tenho que aceitar
(I can forget about myself trying to be everybody else)
Caberá ao nosso amor o eterno ou o não dá
(I feel all right that we can go away)
Pode ser a eternidade má
(And please my Day)
Eu ando sempre pra sentir vontade.
(I’ll let you stay with me if you surrender)

Else

Hoje temos Built to Spill, banda indie estadunidense.

Série Musas de minha vida #3

Faz tempo que uma Musa não aparece por aqui, por isso hoje temos Naomi Watts.
Obs.: as fotos de chapéu são matadoras.

Apartment Story

Um puta clipe legal dessa ótima banda americana, o The National.

All You Need is Love

Já que o Oasis acabou e estou fazendo uma peregrinação nos anos 60, nada mais apropriado para uma sexta feira (início de fim de semana = amor) do que esse vídeo com Noel e outros cantando All You Need is Love dos Beatles, pra arrepiar todos os cabelinhos.
p.s.: reparem Liam na platéia com uma cervejinha.



Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you
in time - It's easy.

All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)
All you need is love (everybody)
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.

Arnold Layne

Já que terça coloquei o Pink Floyd da era Syd Barret, hoje continuo com o Syd, só que num show cantado por David Bowie e David Gilmour no palco, um espetáculo.



Arnold Layne had a strange hobby
Collecting clothes
Moonshine washing line
They suit him fine

On the wall hung a tall mirror
Distorted view, see through baby blue
He dug it
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same, takes two to know
Two to know, two to know, two to know
Why can't you see?

Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne

Now he's caught - a nasty sort of person.
They gave him time
Doors bang - chain gang - he hates it

Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same, takes two to know
two to know, two to know, two to know,
Why can't you see?

Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
Don't do it again.

Astronomy Domine

Um dos grandes álbuns da década de 60 sem dúvida é o The Piper at the Gates of Dawn, o primeiro álbum do Pink Floyd, único deles que foi feito todo sob a liderança de Syd Barret. O álbum é seminal para toda a cena psicodélica, e existem até mesmo os que o consideram como o melhor álbum de toda a carreira do Pink Floyd (eu não concordo porque existe algo chamado The Dark Side of the Moon que veio depois, mas de toda forma, é completamente aceitável considerar o The Piper como o melhor). No vídeo é curioso o apresentador criticando o grupo, achando chato, o som é muito alto e outras coisas mais, e a entrevista no final também é interessante, quando ele pergunta pra Waters porque o som é tão alto, no que Waters responde "é do jeito que a gente gosta". Enfim, vejam, e de preferência com LSD (brincadeira!!! pode ser cheio de cerveja mesmo).



Lime and limpid green, a second scene
A fight between the blue you once knew.
Floating down, the sound resounds
Around the icy waters underground.
Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda
And Titania, Neptune, Titan.
Stars can frighten.

Blinding signs flap,
Flicker, flicker, flicker blam. Pow, pow.
Stairway scare Dan Dare who's there?
Lime and limpid green
The sounds surrounds the icy waters underground
Lime and limpid green
The sounds surrounds the icy waters underground.