Quando o SBSR era em Lisboa, no ido ano de 2006, esperava ansiosa por assistir a este concerto.
Não foi possível porque à chegada ao recinto alguém se deu conta que tinha deixado os bilhetes em casa, a 200 km de distância. Entre a ida e a volta metade das bandas já tinha actuado, incluindo estes senhores.
Entretanto já vi dEUS duas vezes. Mas estou ansiosa por vê-los de novo, dentro de 3 dias. Rock de classe, adoro!
E desta vez o concerto vem com bónus: um fim-de-semana em óptima companhia.
Rock & friends keep me going!
Já sei mais um bocadinho mas continuo indecisa...
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quarta-feira, novembro 16, 2011
quinta-feira, setembro 09, 2010
quarta-feira, junho 30, 2010
Rockin' In The Free World
sábado, fevereiro 20, 2010
Gosto destes U2
Destes que até podiam ter começado a carreira a dar concertos à sexta à noite na Via Latina mas aconteceram em 1980 na Irlanda... fica um bocado fora de mão.
segunda-feira, fevereiro 15, 2010
Segunda feira
Mesmo em véspera de feriado (tolerância de ponto), mesmo que dia de semana não seja sinónimo de dia de trabalho (ou antes, fim de semana não seja sinónimo de descanso), mesmo assim é segunda feira.
azul
azul
domingo, outubro 04, 2009
sábado, julho 19, 2008
domingo, maio 18, 2008
O que descubro com o pod maravilha
You see... I'm stuck in the city but I belong in the field
The Strokes, Heart in a Cage
The Strokes, Heart in a Cage
sábado, maio 10, 2008
You're invisible now!
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
sexta-feira, janeiro 04, 2008
nice timing :D
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