Back to the sketches

Ultimamente tenho tido uma enorme vontade de desenhar, o que não acontecia há algum tempo, talvez por falta de inspiração e estabilidade emocional. O que é certo é que o hábito de ver tv à noite tem sido subsitituído pela folha de papel e o mp3 (a banda sonora da Marie Antoniette e o novo album de Beck também têm ajudado). O resultado final não é realmente importante... o objectivo é mesmo praticar o traço e dar largas à imaginação.

Pode ser que digitalize uns desenhitos e os "poste" aqui, eh eh.

Sometimes I think I'm bigger than the sound...

Don't stop, Marie

today is the day

me, you and everyone we know

we have a whole life to live together you fucker, but it can't start until you call.

de profundis amamus

Ontem
às onze
fumaste
um cigarro
encontrei-te
sentado
ficámos para perder
todos os teus eléctricos
os meus
estavam perdidos
por natureza própria

Andámos
dez quilómetros
a pé
ninguém nos viu passar
excepto
claro
os porteiros
é da natureza das coisas
ser-se visto
pelos porteiros

Olha
como só tu sabes olhar
a rua    os costumes

O Público
o vinco das tuas calças
está cheio de frio
e há quatro mil pessoas interessadas
nisso

Não faz mal    abracem-me
os teus olhos
de extremo a extremo azuis
vai ser assim durante muito tempo
decorrerão muitos séculos antes de nós
mas não te importes
não te importes
muito
nós só temos a ver
com o presente
perfeito
corsários de olhos de gato intransponível
maravilhados    maravilhosos    únicos
nem pretérito nem futuro tem
o estranho verbo nosso

Mário Cesariny

alter your surroundings

O conceito de podermos interferir com o que nos rodeia sempre me interessou bastante. O facto de olharmos para a paisagem (seja ela urbana ou rural) não como algo estático e inerte mas sim como uma tela em branco pronta a ser pintada pode levar-nos a imaginar 1001 formas de mudar o que vemos diariamente.

O crescimento desmesurado das cidades e a predominância de prédios cinzentos e quadrados torna o ambiente monótono e sem vida. Normalmente não passa pela cabeça de ninguém (excepto dos "graffiters") que também podemos fazer algo que mude este cenário, nem que seja por umas breves horas.

Este site http://graffitiresearchlab.com/ fala-nos deste conceito e dá algumas ideias de iniciativas com bom gosto e não poluidoras (ambientais ou visuais), construídas com base no "juntos não podemos mudar o Mundo, mas podemos mudar o que nos rodeia".

Do you want to change your neibourhood?

Never

enough

White Gold

Piss poor, riding high, sunbathing fireside
We're here for the porn or the sirloin
Get your T-bone, let your backbone slide
Tunnel and sky collide
Lose friends to the airwaves and the airlines

I want to make it right
Some future in my eyes, bright
Hush don't explain
When you water down my name
I'll be up too late
Call me when you get
Better at your game
You haven't beat me yet

The waitress, the actress
Has got the skin and the bones
With the hairbrush and an air brush
She'd be white gold
She asked the piss poor
"Why are you looking for that party in the sky
It's just a movie about a movie, too old to die"

But I'm going to make it right
Some future in my eyes, bright
Hush don't explain
When you water down my name
I'll be up too late
Call me when you get
Better at your game
You haven't beat me yet
Though my vision is strained

I'm going to make it right
Some future in my eyes, bright
Hush don't explain
When you water down my name
I'll be up too late
Call me when you get
Better at your game
You haven't beat me yet
Though my vision is strained

Metric. White Gold

Heartbeats

One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
Both under influence we had divine scent
To know what to say
Mind is a razorblade
To call for hands of above to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me
One night of magic rush
The start: a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colours red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love
And you, you knew the hand of a devil
And you kept us awake with wolves teeth
Sharing different heartbeats in one night

Heartbeats. Jose Gonzalez

Lover's Spit

All these people drinking lover's spit
They sit around and clean their face with it
And they listen to teeth to learn how to quit
Tied to a night they never met...
You know its time that we grow old and do some shit
I like it all that way
I like it all that way...
All these people drinking lover's spit
Swallowing words while giving head
They listen to teeth to learn how to quit
Take some hands and get used to it...

Lover's spit. Broken Social Scene

Portishead-Only You

familiar feelings

Magnolia

Shame on you!

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - Karma Police

Primeiro Vídeo... grande filme

Tonight we fly

Tonight we fly

Over the houses

The streets and the trees

Over the dogs down below

They'll bark at our shadows

As we float by on the breeze

Tonight we fly

Over the chimney tops

Skylights and slates

-Looking into all your lives

And wondering why

Happiness is so hard to find

Over the doctor, over the soldier

Over the farmer, over the poacher

Over the preacher, over the gambler

Over the teacher, over the rambler

Over the lawyer, over the dancer

Over the voyeur,over the builder and the destroyer,

Over the hills and far awayTonight we fly

Over the mountainsThe beach and the sea

Over the friends that we've known

And those that we now know

And those who we've yet to meet

And when we die

Oh, will we be

That disappointed

Or sad

If heaven doesn't exist

What will we have missed

This life is the best we've ever had

Tonight we fly. Divine Comedy.

Stomack Song

Some boys I know

They speak with broken mouths

I have to sit inside their stomachs

To find out what they are really about...

But not like the days

When the sky is blue

And all that I had

Was a little of me In a little of you...

Some girls I know

They speak with broken mouths

I have to sit within their stomachs

To find out what they're all about...

'Cause nowadays all people want are pills

To help them not to talk

To help them not to feel

And they can't believe their eyes

Several times

I've seen them try

No, they can't be their lives...

Some boys I know

They speak with broken mouths

I have to sit inside their stomachs

To find out what they're really about...

Stomack Song. Broken Social Scene

Oh, Well

What you did to me made me see myself something different

And though I try to talk sense to myself

But I just won't listen

Won't you go away

Turn yourself in

You're no good at confession

Before the image that you burned me in

Tries to teach you a lesson

What you did to me made me see myself something awful

A voice once stentorian is now again meek and muffled

It took me such a long time to get back up the first time you did it

I spent all I had to get it back, and now it seems I've been out-bidded

My peace and quiet was stolen from me

When I was looking with calm affection

You were searching out my imperfections

What wasted unconditional love

On somebody

Who doesn't believe in the stuff

You came upon me like a hypnic jerk

When I was just about settled

And when it counts you recoil

With a cryptic word and leave a love belittled

Oh what a cold and common old way to go

I was feeding on the need for you to know me

Devastated at the rate you fell below me
What wasted unconditional love

On somebody

Who doesn't believe in the stuff

Oh, well

Oh, Well. Fiona Apple

Over

I can't hold this state,

Anymore,

Understand me,

Anymore.

To tread this fantasy, openly,

What have I done.

Oh, this uncertainty,

Is taking me over.

I can't mould this stage,

Anymore,

Recognize me,

Anymore.

To tread this fantasy, openly,

What have I done.

Oh, this uncertainty,

Is taking me over,

Is taking me over.

To tread this fantasy, openly,

What have I done.

Oh, this uncertainty Is taking me over,

Is taking me over,

Is taking me over.

Oh It's all over, yeah,

Oh It's all over,

yeah, oh oh oh.

Over.Portishead

Plágio por uma boa causa

Num dos Blogs que frequento diaramente deparei com este excelente texto... Obrigado Tiago, e desculpa o plágio.

O teu amor está perto do vómito. Igualmente sentido na barriga, e tão diferente. Parecidíssimo com a anteestreia de
um exame, mas sem cronómetro que lhe aplique um fim. Perto da insuportabilidade, sustentável apenas porque não
seria amor sem o ódio a hifenizá-lo, o contraste constante que permite à limitação cognitiva o reconhecimento de um conceito apenas na lembrança de outro que lhe seja diametralmente oposto.
Esbocei alguém, parcialmente plagiado daquilo que os produtores da Celine querem que ela grite, quando não sei
desenhar nem escrever música que venda, e dei-lhe a tua cara. Vejo-te sorrir, quando só te vejo a má disposição.
Quando não te vejo sequer.E nesta alucinação de bruma de duche, nestas dormidas de sonhos fortes não sei de quê mas que me obrigam a dormir mais e a cansar mais ainda, como corações de chocolate que não foste tu a comprar, e mutilo-me na fome do estômago, para pensar menos na de ti.

Tum-tum.

Over and over

No I won’t interfere

I’m the only sound you’ll ever need to hear

Listen to my breathe so near

Allow me to be every noise in your ear

Since that day I wake up early

Every morning which is good

But my stomach’s churning, call me,

It would be nice if you could

Some days I question

The suggestion

You might not exist at all

Can we meet and talk it over

Would you be kind enough to call

Over and overIt’s over all over

And over and over and over

And over.....

No there’s no middle ground

Your off in another story

Or merry-go-round

No there’ll be no measured terms

You fly in the face of the way the world turns

Like a frozen tidal wave

Since that day I’m standing still

You brought me here and I accept

Though you regret I never will

Just one sweet word

And then a smile from you

Is almost worth everything

I’ve given all I had to give

But you gave up giving in

You are everywhere I go

All the places we have been

I can’t imagine where you are

For you are all I’ve ever seen

Over and over.....

All I’ve ever known

All I’ve ever seen

Places that I go

Places that we’ve been

Over and over. Moloko

Again

You're tearing me apart

Crushing me inside

You used to lift me up

Now you get me down

If IWas to walk away

From you my love

Could I laugh again ?

If I Walk away from you

And leave my love

Could I laugh again ?

Again, again...

You're killing me again

Am I still in your head ?

You used to light me up

Now you shut me down

If I Was to walk away

From you my love

Could I laugh again ?

If IWalk away from you

And leave my love

Could I laugh again ?

I'm losing you again

Locking me inside

I used to lift you up

Now I get you down

Without your love

You're tearing me apart

With you close by

You're crushing me inside

Without your love

You're tearing me apart

Without your love

I'm dowsed in madness

Can't loose the sadness

I can't loose the sadness

Can't loose the sadness

You're tearing me apart

Crushing me inside

Without your love (you used to lift me up)

You're crushing me inside (now you get me down)

With you close by

I'm dowsed in madness

Can't lose the sadness

It's ripping me apart

Again. Archive

All I Need

" Never been here - How about you ? "

You smile at my answer,

You've given me the chance,

To be held and understood.

You leave me laughing without crying,

There's no use denying,

For many times I've tried,

Love has never felt as good.

Be it downtown or way up in the air,

When your heart's pounding,

You know that I'm aware.

You make it easy to watch the world with love,

You make it easy to let the past be done,

You make it easy.

How'd you do it ?

How'd you find me ?

How did I find you ?

How can this be true ?

To be held and understood.

Keep it coming - no one's running

The lesson I'm learning'

Cause blessings are deserved

By the trust that always could

Be it downtown or way up in the air,

When your heart's pounding,

You know that I'm aware.

You make it easy to watch the world with love,

You make it easy to let the past be done,

You make it easy.

You make it easy to watch the world with love

,You make it easy to let the past be done,

You make it easy.

All I need. Air

Winner's Blues

...ifor by the away, go out not today (?)

move back along and wait a long long time

nothing running free, you gotta time it all

run out the door come back when you score

new times will come and you will see a door

into the lion eye and now i'm gone

and it's out

and it's not

what you thought it was about

but a life, that you know

will keep you bound in...

sometimes you win, sometimes you lose

sometimes you got still the blues for me

I could run away, a long time to stay

burn out your eyes, burn out surprise

look out today you know it's not the same

it's all the rage, it's every dayand it's out

and it's not what you thought it was about

but a life, that you know

will keep you round in love

Winner's Blues.Sonic Youth.

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