segunda-feira, 21 de maio de 2012

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"The song chronicles a wife's desire to test her husband's loyalty. To do so, she takes on the nom de plume of Babooshka and sends notes to her husband in the guise of a younger woman -- something which she fears is the opposite of how her husband currently sees her (Hence the barbed lines: "Just like his wife before she "freezed" on him / Just like his wife when she was beautiful...").

The trap is set when, in her bitterness and paranoia, Babooshka arranges to meet her husband, who is attracted to the character that reminds him of his wife in earlier times. She thereby ruins the relationship due to her paranoia, according to Kate Bush's 1980 interview with the Australian TV series Countdown.

The music video depicts Bush beside a double bass (contrabass) which symbolises the husband, wearing a black bodysuit and a veil in her role as the embittered wife, alluding to a definition of the word babooshka - a headscarf. This changes into an extravagant, mythlike and rather sparse 'Russian' costume as her alter-ego, Babooshka.
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(Fonte Wikipedia... mas peguei este texto pelo YouTube. Letra AQUI)

domingo, 20 de maio de 2012




Precisarei dar um tempo.



Apareço aqui ocasionalmente com alguma coisa. Provavelmente um Achados ou um copia + cola pronto. Algo simples, pré-programado.

Mas não garanto.








(fonte da imagem: Rinoceronte-Negro sendo transportado por helicóptero numa operação organizada pela World Wildlife Fund. VIA )

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O Inimigo






o inimigo sou eu

o inimigo é você

o inimigo é você

o inimigo sou eu

às vezes você tem razão

às vezes não.









(Letra e música dos Titãs, do álbum Jesus não tem dentes no país dos banguelas.)


(Fotografia: Não sei. O google não ajudou muito. Pelo nome do arquivo, talvez tenha vindo do Flickr DESTA islandesa aqui. 
Provavelmente do Zoológico de Berlin)

domingo, 6 de maio de 2012

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Sound of Silence




(Simon & Garfunkel)

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know"
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.



(Imagem ? via Kalyuga)