sexta-feira, outubro 06, 2006

Sem ideias..

Antes de começar a escrever no blog..tinha muitas ideias sobre o que iria falar... mas a verdade é que todas essas ideias desapareceram a partir do momento em que a música que estava a ouvir, acabou...lol, realmente as músicas moldam-nos o pensamento, mas também, as emoções no sentido em que, algumas nos transmitem raiva e por isso, nos inervam, ao ponto de desligarmos o rádio ou mudar de estação ou mesmo, de nos transmitirem uma vontade enorme de bater em quem a canta, mal ouvimos a primeira nota. Outras fazem com que nos libertemos ao ponto de dançarmos de formas estranhas e de fazermos as mais tristes figuras à frente dos nossos amigos ou mesmo das pessoas que não conhecemos. Outras fazem-nos sonhar... com algo que sabemos que será impossivel alcançarmos (euromilhões.....loll). Outras fazem-nos pensar, principalmente quando a letra transmite aquilo por que estamos a passar naquele momento... acabando por funcionar como uma espécie de calmante ou por traduzir aquilo que não conseguimos explicar por palavras... outras apenas surgem para nos fazer passar o tempo, ou seja, não nos transmitem nenhum sentimento em geral, existem para que não nos sintamos sozinhos. Outras fazem-nos recordar quem está longe e de quem sentimos muita falta, ou então, simplesmente, um episódio caricato da nossa vida, por que passámos e que a dita música fez questão de estar presente. Outras, fazem-nos sentir tristes, mesmo que não consigamos explicar o porquê.. até chegarmos ao ponto de chorar..
A música realmente marca-nos a vida...

7 Comments:

Blogger blasfemia said...

Sócia "já tá" não podia deixar de comentar este post...de facto a música espelha o nosso estado de espírito num dado momento!uma simples melodia é capaz de nos tele-transportar para um local completamente diferente daquele em que nos encontramos...e como bem disseste,até existem músicas que nos dão vontade de agredir o cantor.Isso acontece-me quando oiço aquele tipo dos Fingertips,mas gostos são gostos...por isso tenho o direito de não o curtir...!!a ele e a toda a indúsrtia apelidada de PIMBA..mas alguém fica com vontade de "pimbar" depois de ouvir aquilo??muahahah...

outubro 06, 2006  
Blogger Cláudia Paiva Silva said...

I can taste more than feel
This burning inside is so real
I can almost lay my hands upon
The warm glow that lingers on

Moved, lifted higher
Moved, my soul's on fire
Moved, by a higher love

I surrender all control
To the desire that consumes me whole

And leads me by the hand to infinity
That lies in wait at the heart of me

Moved, lifted higher
Moved, my soul's on fire
Moved, by a higher love

Heaven bound on the wings of love
There's so much that you can rise above

Moved, lifted higher
Moved, moved, by a higher love
By a higher love

I surrender heart and soul
Sacrificed to a higher goal

Moved, moved by a higher love
By a higher love


Higher Love
Depeche Mode

outubro 07, 2006  
Blogger Cláudia Paiva Silva said...

Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb

O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb.



Comfortably Numb
Pink Floyd Versão Scissor Sisters

outubro 07, 2006  
Blogger Cláudia Paiva Silva said...

Stay and help me to end the day.
And of you don't mind,
We'll break a bottle of wine.
Stick around and maybe we'll put one down,
Because I wanna find what lies behind those eyes.
Midnight blue burning gold.
A yellow moon is growing cold.
I rise, looking through my morning eyes,
Surprised to find you by my side.
Rack my brain to try to remember your name
To find the words to tell you goodbye.
Morning dues.
Newborn day.
Midnight blue turn to gray.
Midnight blue burning gold.
A yellow moon is growing cold.


Stay
Pink Floyd

Nunca a ouvi, mas a letra parece-me bem

outubro 07, 2006  
Blogger Cláudia Paiva Silva said...

Tell me why
Do you always forgive the things I do to you
You're too good
Or am I not too bad
Those six years
Were the best that ever happened to me and you
No regrets after all this fear

We'll always be best friends
Something between you and me
We'll always be best friends
Something between you and me

So tell me why
I can't find any satisfaction somewhere else
Not good enough
Or am I way too bad
Cause those six years
I consumed all your energy
And I didn't replace
Sad enough
I can't give you what you need

We'll always be best friends
Something between you and me
We'll always be best friends
Something between you and me
We'll always be best friends
Something between you and me
We'll always be best friends
Something between you and me

Six years
Such a long time
I can't give you what you need
Six years
Such a long time
Something special between you and me
You and me

We'll always be best friends
Something between you and me
We'll always be best friends
Something between you and me
We'll always be best friends
Something between you and me
We'll always be best friends
Something between you and me



Out of sight
Hooverphonic

outubro 07, 2006  
Blogger Cláudia Paiva Silva said...

He said “I’ll protect you like you are the crown jewels” yet
Said he’s feeling sorrier for me the more I behave badly
I can bet

Hey Lloyd I’m ready to be heartbroken
I can’t see further than my own nose at the moment

Jealousy is more than a word now I understand
I know you can stay a girl by holding a boy’s hand

Hey Lloyd I’m ready to be heartbroken
I can’t see further than my own nose at the moment
Hey Lloyd I’m ready to be heartbroken
I can’t see further than my own nose at the moment

I’ve got my life of complication here to sort out
I’ll take myself to an east coast city and walk about

Hey Lloyd I’m ready to be heartbroken
I can’t see further than my own nose at the moment
Hey Lloyd I’m ready to be heartbroken
I can’t see further than my own nose at the moment
Hey Lloyd I’m ready to be heartbroken
I can’t see further than my own nose at the moment

Lloyd I'm Ready To Be Heartbroken
Camera Obscura

outubro 07, 2006  
Anonymous Anónimo said...

Agora tenho a certeza que tens razão...
Tem um Sabor diferente quando descobrimos o outro por nós próprios...
Por favor, não sintas que estou a invadir o teu espaço fazendo um post aqui... Se tiver, peço-te desculpa desde já.
Descobri o blog um pouco por acaso, a sério!

Um beijo: do teu amigo por vezes muito complicado, mas com uma grande vontade de dar o melhor de si... a TI! *

PS: acho que não é preciso identificar-me...

junho 25, 2007  

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