Bright Eyes - We Are Free Men

Well, the future spills its intangibles
An unknown set of variables
A path that spliten infinitely up ahead
So tell me what's the use to pick and choose
From what you should or shouldn't do?
That's time spent better sleeping in your bed
Or wide awake in a shopping mall, trying clothes on from off of the wall
Yeah, anything to entertain yourself
'Cause a costume can be comfortable
It can make you feel more beautiful
It can even make you look like someone else
But it's still you, so there's nothing you can do
Like a bad habit, the one you couldn't kick, there it always is
And it's nothing that no doctor's gonna fix

They pat your back bruised with their accolades
And all four walls are a trophy case
But that doesn't make it any less of a cage
But you can make it all less difficult
By embracing the ephemeral
Then you'd never have to worry or explain
'Cause if it's really all just physical, then my memory's immaterial
So why then do I remember you at all?
But I do, I do, my friend, I seen your face
We shared a cup, I know the taste
Its sweetness is relentless on my lips
So help me drink in everything that is
Like a freed convict, drunk on redemption
From the way I've been
But I swear this time, that things will be different

Well, right and wrong, they have never been that far apart
For those who'd write that sentence where you hang
We will be lifted up from all of this
Yeah, we will transcend the insignificance of our existence
Yeah, your body's gone, but angel, you will live

Yeah your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone

Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone

Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone
Now your body's gone but angel you will live

Bright Eyes - a spindle a darkness a fever and a necklace

Apples in Stereo -- Told You Once

ACORDAR PARA VERDADE

Nick Cave & Current 93 - All The Pretty Little Horses

[Ignite #6] Manuel Forjaz - "O sentido da Vida"

ignite portugal: manuel forjaz - "o sentido da vida"

Welcome to Google+

Moonspell - Noddy

Trouble Books & Mark McGuire - Floating Through Summer

September in the rain (Jazz mandolin)

Blue Roses-First Frost Night

NA VOZ DE ROZE E DÉRCIO MARQUES, AS IMAGENS DE CATHERINE HESSLING E HARO...

AFI Fainting Spells

Land of Talk - It's Okay l

S & D

Martha Medeiros - Doidas e Santas




http://pt.scribd.com/search?query=Martha+Medeiros+Santas+%26+Doidas

"Sve je za ljude" (2001) - srpski film ... www.miLL.iz.rs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psOQy7uUYR4&feature=related

Wando- Fogo e Paixão - ( Ao Vivo )

«Você é luz, é raio estrela e luar,
manhã de sol, meu iaiá, meu ioiô
Você é sim, e nunca meu não,
quando tão louca me beija na boca e me ama no chão»

Tindersticks - Ballad of Tindersticks

The first time we flew in
It was cheap and cramped
The vodka running out half-way across the Atlantic
Even the steward screamed and joined in it
We didn't think we were going to make it
Now we're stretched out in wide, furry seats
Flicking through menus
A walk to the bar and there's as much screw-top champagne as we can drink
We're so easy
Taking turns having our photos taken
Sitting in front of small windows
Decanters of cheap whiskey in our hands
Drive into Manhattan on a date with a starlet who's just talent
That's what people pay the money to see
Who are we to argue?
Five hours now it's been going on
And still we're watching all of it
Can you really believe all this?
Can he really lie in bed at night and marvel at his own genius?
When do you lose the ability to step back
And get a sense of your own ridiculousness?
They're only songs
Midnight, and it's all over
Now it can really make us laugh
We're standing on our heads drinking sours of Crystal Schnapps
Now we're unable to step back or forward
Swallowing a swallow
Tasting it again, it's not so unpleasant
Perhaps it's an acquired taste
The first time, it makes you sick
Then, little by little, it becomes delicious
Showbiz people
Always there to be interested in what you say
We are artists; we are sensitive and important
We nod our heads earnestly
Already half-way down the champagne
On our way to leaving the place dry
A $2,000 bar bill
Showbiz picks up the tab
And we're on our way laughing
Laughing at what?
Los Angeles, eight days in
And our sense of irony's running pretty thin
All the friends we've made
It's 2 am, it's closing time at the Dresden
Marty and Layton play one last sleepy "Strangers in the Night"
And the last of the martinis dribble down our chins
We're sitting, chasing the conservation around the table
Jesus, how long have I been in this state?
The limousine's still waiting outside
Anything you want to do?
Anywhere you want to go?
We're on our way to the airport and a plane to Vegas
So many nights lying in bed shaking
Dreaming of pushing my daughter around the supermarket
The joy of seeing all those colours and shapes reflected in her wide eyes
My head leaning on the window
And we're driving through the empty L.A. streets
And everything seems silent and beautiful
A guy's face hits the floor
Police revolvers glistening in the streetlight
Onto Melrose and lurching through a sea of Halloween transvestites
The flight's cancelled, but it doesn't matter
We turn this corner to a way that takes us wherever
Up to Sunset
We creep up the drive to the Shattuck
The suite Belushi died in
Or the one Morrison hung out of the window
Oh, I'll go for Jim's
I would fancy a little window-hanging myself, tonight, man
Straight over to the mini-bar
Open the champagne -- one sip and it's left to wake up to
Anyone hungry?
A team of uniformed waiters lay out an elaborate table for all us to ignore
Oh, the irony
How we're used to living
Back in London on a cold Friday night
Do you want another drink?
Well, I could try
Perhaps we could make it to the Atlantic
600 yards, twenty minutes later
We're pushing through the waiting crowd, all fish eyes
An exclusive door policy
Exclusively for arseholes
And tonight? Well, a nod of our heads, and we're inside
Falling down the red, velvety stairs
Limbs flaying, hands searching for something to steady
Pick ourselves up, nothing broken
Just aches in the morning
No one seems to notice
I find a table, champagne arrives
I've been so drunk, I sit and look at you
We try and talk for the first time in a long time
Drunken confessions
You shiver, it made you feel sick
We use the rent money to pay the bill
Bumping shoulders, we stumble out into Soho
Slipping over the sleeping bags
Shouting for taxis

Sinfonia n.º 2 Mahler

"Têm os caríssimos leitores a oportunidade de assistir a um dos melhores vídeos publicados até hoje no YouTube. Uma intrepretação de altíssima qualidade, embora não transcendente, de uma obra que nunca envelhece. Aconselho vivamente a visualização em ecrã maximizado, com o nível sonoro bastante alto e em Alta Definição (HD) se o seu computador "aguentar". Mesmo assim o som não será de Alta-Fidelidade, nos dias que correm a verdadeira Hi-Fi ainda não se casou com a informática..."

http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/sHsFIv8VA7w


Sinfonia n.º 2

http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sinfonia_n.º_2_(Mahler)


Gustav Mahler


http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustav_Mahler


ricarda merbeth (soprano)

http://www.ricardamerbeth.de/index.php?inhalt=biography&set_language=en


Bernarda Fink (meia soprano)


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bernarda_Fink


Coro da Rádio dos Países Baixos

http://en.grootomroepkoor.nl/



Orquestra Real do Concertgebouw


http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orquestra_Real_do_Concertgebouw




http://almajecta01.blogspot.com/

Brian Eno - Canon in D Major

Erik Truffaz - Les Gens Du Voyage

Vangelis --Missing

Chico Buarque - Construção

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7mHf-UCZp0&feature=player_embedded

Michael Buble - Dream a Little Dream of Me

Bon Iver - Blindsided

Bon Iver - Flume

Toy Story - Sou teu amigo sim

Sou teu amigo, sim
Sou teu amigo, sim, quando a vida corre mal e tu ficas só e sentimental,
sou alguém que gosta e é leal, tu tens um amigo aqui!
Eu sou teu amigo, sim. Sou teu amigo, sim, Sou teu amigo, sim,
Tens sarilhos, quem não tem?,
Mas não há nada que eu não faça só por ti,
Ficamos juntos, até ao fim, tu tens um amigo aqui, sou teu amigo sim!
Não sou mais forte nem sou mais inteligente que tu quando estás aqui, não sei.
Mas mais ninguém é mais amigo que eu e tu, só nós os dois pá!
O tempo vai passar e sem nos modificar, a amizade não vai ter fim,
sou teu amigo sim, sou teu amigo sim, sou teu amigo sim!

4 - Rimanço do País das Uvas

Rimanço do País das Uvas de Joaquim Pessoa in Humores I, por Mário Viegas

9 - Luís. O Poeta, Salva a Nado o Poema

Luís. O Poeta, Salva a Nado o Poema de José de Almada Negreiros in Humores II, por Mário Viegas

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Chris Lightcap's Bigmouth - Ting

from the album "Deluxe"

Chris Lightcap - bass
Tony Malaby - tenor saxophone
Chris Cheek - tenor saxophone
Craig Taborn - Wurlitzer electric piano
Gerald Cleaver - drums

Walking On The Moon - The Police.