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Burro

É o que eu sou por considerar "ultimamente" um advérbio de modo.
Na verdade é um advérbio de ordem... obviamente (isto sim um advérbio de modo).

Das duas uma...

Ou ando com um ataque de "superioridade" ou então há pessoal muito grunho.
Peço desculpa mas grunho é o adjectivo correcto para 80% dos adeptos do Benfica, provavelmente noutros clubes a percentagem ronda os mesmos números mas são os do Benfica que me afectam directamente e que tenho que aturar quando vou ao estádio (vezes demais começo a pensar).
Vou parar por aqui visto que o futebol é um tema que me chateia solenemente ultimamente, passo a redundância de advérbios de modo.

Lindo =')

When there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
One more son
If you can hold on
If you can hold on, hold on

I wanna stand up, I wanna let go
You know, you know - no you don't, you don't
I wanna shine on in the hearts of men
I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand

Another head aches, another heart breaks
I am so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection, no no no no

Help me out
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner
You know you got to help me out

And when there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
These changes ain't changing me
The cold-hearted boy I used to be

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
...

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

Over and in, last call for sin
While everyone's lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I've done
All these things that I've done
If you can hold on
If you can hold on

Jim Carrey

Um grande actor, um dos meus preferidos.
Actuações fantásticas em The Mask, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Man on the Moon e The Truman Show. Pelo menos nestes é genial.
Deixo aqui ficar mais uma pérola deste senhor:


Presente no clip está também "o quinto Beatle", George Martin.

Kylie!

Grande concerto!


Pena não ter sido maior! Soube a pouco =P

Turn it again!

Tinha de vir cá deixar isto! Música espectacular! Não consigo parar de ouvir =P

All my friends
Like to spend
Days on end
On the mend
I turn to you, I turn into and then I turn it again

Here we go
All we know
Heavy load
Start to float
Without a doubt we turn it out and then we turn it again

Wild Honey

Nem sou grande fã de U2, gosto de ouvir de vez em quando.
Hoje apeteceu-me ouvir e relembrar isto:

In the days
When we were swinging from the trees
I was a monkey
Stealing honey from the swarm of bees

I could taste...
I could taste you even then
And I would chase you down the wind

You can go there if you please
Wild honey
And if you go there, go with me
Wild honey

Did I know you...
Did I know you even then?
Before the clocks kept time
Before the world was made

From the cruel sun
You were shelter...
You were my shelter and my shade

If you go there with me
Wild honey
You can do just what you please
Wild honey
Yeah, just blowing in the breeze
Wild honey

Wild... wild... wild...

I'm still standing...
I'm still standing where you left me
Are you still growing wild
With everything tame around you?

I send you flowers
Cut flowers for your hall
I know your garden'ss full
But is there sweetness at all?

(What is soul?)
(Love me, give me soul)

If you go there, go with me
Wild honey
Wont you take me, take me please
Wild honey
Yeah, swinging through the trees
Wild honey
Wild, wild, wild

Coisa estranha

Hoje senti-me desamparado num sítio demasiado familiar mas onde já não ia há algum tempo...

Mas agora até me sinto bem =P

Tentando repor a seriedade no blog

Depois de uma remessa de posts desprovidos de qualquer sentido (pelo menos à primeira vista) vou voltar a dizer alguma mais séria e aproveitando uma época de exames em que me posso dar ao luxo de pouco estudar =P

Relembrando 2004 e um dos melhores videoclips da música portuguesa:

Bebé Lilly - Quero falar com o meu papá

Bebe Lilly - quero falar com o meu papa - MyVideo

Os Patinhos

Sailor Moon (Genérico)

Dragon Ball GT (Genérico)

Coro Infantil de Lisboa - Dartacão

Excesso - Eu Sou Aquele

D'Arrasar - A Rainha da Noite

Anjos - Ficarei

Cartoons - Doo Dah

Tom Jones - Sex Bomb

Lou Bega - Mambo nº 5

Alice Deejay - Better Off Alone

Mais pérolas...

Iran Costa - Bicho
Xutos & Pontapés - Contentores
Netinho - Milla

Santamaria - Falésia do amor

Aqua - Dr Jones

Los Del Rio - Macarena

King Africa - La Bomba

Los Hermanos - Ana Julia

Safri Duo - Samb Adagio

Bellini - Samba De Janeiro

Sash - Ecuador

Eiffel 65 - Move Your Body

Eiffel 65 - I'm Blue

Vengaboys - Boom boom boom

Gigi D'Agostino - The Riddle

Phats & Small - Turn Around

Um enorme face palm

Já é velhinho mas ainda dá para rir

On My Side

How can it be, we are losing ourselves
And why can I not sleep, underneath my own hell when the daylight comes down

Oh, we are dying away
All I can say when the band begins to play, there's no angel on my side
And I need you on my side

Can you hear them calling me?
And the rusted dark of a thousand years goes by
And we never ask why

Take what you conceal, and breathe it out through your bones
But speak to my ear, in the softest of tones, it can't set me down

Oh, we are dying away
All I can say when the band begins to play, there's no angel on my side
And I will need you on my side

Can you hear them calling me?
And the rusted dark of a thousand years goes by
All I can say when the band begins to play, there's no angel on my side
And I will need you on my side

by Cory Chisel And The Wandering Sons

Forever Young!

Música da semana, claramente!

Finalmente...

acabou!

I've got nothing to do today but smile! =)

Miserável época...

...de exames! Aproxima-se e vai ser a ***** do costume...

Prospekt's March/Poppyfields

Apaixonei-me por esta música!

Smoke is rising from the houses
People burying their dead
I ask somebody what the time is
But time doesn't matter to them yet

People talking without speaking
Trying to take what they can get
I ask you if you remember
Prospekt, how could I forget?

Drums, here it comes
Don't you wish your life could be as simple
As fish swimming around in a barrel
Where you've got the gun

Oh, and I run...
Here it comes
We're just two little figures in a soup bowl
Trying to get beyond a kind of control
But I wasn't one

Now here I lie on my own in a separate sky
And here I lie on my own in a separate sky
I don't wanna die on my own here tonight
But here I lie on my own in a separate sky