29 dezembro 2008

My Dying Bride - The Cry of Mankind


Depois de muito tempo sem vir ao Blog, voltei!
Para reiniciar os meus devaneios... Nada melhor que mais uma fantástica e bela música dos My Dying Bride... Faz-me sempre pensar... A letra não engana e o piano leva-nos até aos locais mais recônditos da nossa mente... 
Para vocês... Aqui fica o lamento...






You can't expect to see him and survive
You'll swallow his tongue of thorns
His mouth, dripping with flies
In his glorious kingdom of fire
But I believe he wept
I will make them all lie down
Down where hope lies dying
With lust, you're kicking mankind to death
We live and die without hope
You tramp us down in a river of death
As I stand here now, my heart is black
I don't want to die a lonely man
This is a weary hour
This is a weary hour


11 dezembro 2008

Satyricon - Mother North

Peço desculpa aos meus dedicados leitores mas não ando muito inspirada... Apenas dizer que esta é mais uma grande música...




Mother north - how can they sleep while their beds are burning?
Mother north - your fields are bleeding

Memories... The invisible wounds
Pictures that enshrine your throne (gone?)

A Future benighted still they are blind
Pigeonhearted beings of flesh and blood
Keeps closing their eyes for the dangers that threat... ourselves and our nature
And that is why
They all enrage me

Sometimes in the dead of the night I mesmerize my soul
Sights and visions prophecies and horror
They all come in one

Mother north - united we stand (together we walk)
Phantom north - I'll be there when you hunt them down

10 dezembro 2008

Type O Negative - Black No 1

Bem... Foi há muito tempo que a minha amiga Mafalda me contou que existia uma banda chamada Type O Negative e que fazia boa música... Mais tarde comecei a apreciar novamente... Agora é algo que ouço esporadicamente mas não posso deixar de a postar aqui...
Ah claro, e dedicar este post a todas as minhas amigas Bruxas...
Ehehe! Boo Bitch Craft...?





I went looking for trouble
And boy
I found her...

She's in love with herself.
She likes the dark
On her milk white neck.
The Devil's mark.

It's all Hallows Eve.
The moon is full.
Will she trick or treat?
I bet she will.

She will.

Happy Halloween.

She's got a date at midnight
With Nosferatu.
Oh baby, Lilly Munster.
Ain't got nothing on you.

Well when I called her evil
She just laughed.
And cast that spell on me.
Boo Bitch Craft.

Yeah you wanna go out
'cause it's raining and blowing.
You can't go out
'cause your roots are showing.

Dye 'em black.
Dye 'em black.

Black black black black No. 1
Black black black black No. 1.

Little wolf skin boots
And clove cigarettes.
An erotic funeral
For witch she's dressed.

Her perfume smells like
Burning leaves.
Everyday is Halloween.

Yeah you wanna go out
'cause it's raining and blowing.
You can't go out
'cause your roots are showing.

Dye 'em black.
Dye 'em black.

Black black black black No. 1
She dyes'em black
Black black black black No. 1
Black No. 1.

Loving you
Loving you,
Love loving you
Was like loving the dead.

Loving you
Loving you,
Love loving you
Was like loving the dead.

Loving you
Was like loving the dead,
Loving you
Was like loving the dead.

Loving you
Was like loving the dead,
Was like loving the dead
Was like loving the dead.

Was like loving the dead
Was like loving the dead.

Loving you
Loving you,
Love loving you
Was like loving the dead.

Was like fucking the dead.

Loving you
Was like loving the dead,
Loving you
Was like loving the dead.

Loving
Was
Was

Loving you
Loving you
Loving you,
Loving you
Loving you
Loving you
Was like loving the dead.

Was like loving the dead
Was like loving the dead.

Black black black black No. 1
She dyes'em
Black black black black No. 1
Black No. 1.

Black black black black No. 1
Black black black black No. 1.

05 dezembro 2008

Turisas - Rasputin

Ah... O belo clássico dos Boney M transformado numa grande música pelos Turisas!!! (O clip não vale um chavo...lol... mas a música é mto boa...) Para ouvir o original carregar aqui!!!

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"Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey"
"Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey"

There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstasy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

He ruled the Russian land and never mind the tsar
But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she'd heard the things he'd done
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

But when he's drinking and musting
And hungers of power become known to more and more people
Their demands to do something about this outrageous man
Grew louder and louder

"Hey hey"

"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies
But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"
No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they're not to blame
"Come to visit us" they kept demanding
And he really came

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
He drank it all and he said "I feel fine"

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They didn't quit, they wanted his head
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead

Waaouyeah

Oh those Russians.

Haggard - Heavenly Damnation

Há muito anos um rapaz chamado Elfo, ou Raistlin (ou carinhosamente apenas Raist) mostrou-me esta banda e carinhosamente me deu um cd deles (apesar de ser ele a fazer anos...)...

Os Haggard são Alemães e tocam metal sinfónico medieval (Quêê??)...lol...

O Clip é do (não favorito) LOTR... mas adequa-se à música...

Algo novo para quem não conhece com um beijo especial para o Elfo... da Meia... (eheheh)



Suffering dementia
Unchains the secret's bearer
Unholy visions "God forgive me!"
Are coming nearer - coming nearer, Amen!

Lux perpetua, domine
[The eternal brilliance, Lord]

Dementia slowly unlightens the mind
And satan steals the morninglight

Domine
[Lord]

Viju svet V notschi tumanoi
[I see the light in the mist of night]
Ne prognat mne prisrak strany
[Can't banish the strange ghost]
Svet Negasnusei svetschi
[The light of ever-burning candle]
Gorit, Gorit V notschi
[Is burning, burning in the night]
Svet Negasnusei svetschi
[The light of ever-burning candle]
Gorit, Gorit V notschi
[Is burning, burning in the night]

So God has found him weeping
And wrath flickered deep withing His eyes
So thy shalt suffer
As long ago the one's been crucified
The keeper of the Lord's mark
Is rising up with this ability
Heavenly damnation
So thou shalt trust the seer...

Svet Negasnusei svetschi
[The light of ever-burning candle]
Gorit, Gorit V notschi
[Is burning, burning in the night]

01 dezembro 2008

Frio...

Está frio... A cama chama-me para o quente mas não quero... o frio faz-me sentir viva... há qualquer coisa nele que me acalma... Não que esteja agitada... hoje o dia nem foi muito turbulento... os meus pensamentos é que o são... Ao menos assim penso apenas que está frio e não no que não me apetece pensar...
Sorrio... a musica invade-me os ouvidos e a cabeça enche-se de recordações... Belas noites foram onde o frio também apertou... mas a música aquece por dentro... O coração bate mais forte e aí vamos nós... Uma nova viagem... uma nova vida... Nada é igual a ao que era... Tudo muda aos olhos de música nova... o mesmo cenário perante diferentes músicas tem significados diferentes... Nada se estranha... Tudo se entranha... Sentimentos, emoções... tudo o que nos rodeia rodopia num mar de sensações... É por isso que a música, tal como o frio, me faz sentir viva... é algo que me enche de energia... algo que me dá vontade de correr mundo fora a ouvir vezes sem conta a melodia das guitarras e as vozes gritadas... Um dia serei feliz ao percorrer terras distantes com o coração cheio de vida para dar... Um dia a melodia vai encher-me o coração e transbordar para os braços... e então abraçarei toda a gente... Vida nefasta a minha de hoje... nada mais sinto senão frio...
...Mas a cama está mesmo já ali... é preciso é vontade...