abracadabra!: O futuro já não mora aqui: <br> Martha Wainwright <br>Aimee Mann <br> Amy Winehouse

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junho 15, 2008

O futuro já não mora aqui:
Martha Wainwright
Aimee Mann
Amy Winehouse

Grécia, Roma, Cristandade,
Europa - os quatro se vão
Para onde vai toda idade.
Quem vem viver a verdade
Que morreu D. Sebastião?

Fernando Pessoa

Martha Wainwright

Martha Wainwright - The Traitor(Leonard Cohen)

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Martha Wainwright - Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole

Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore
And I'm young & I'm strong
But I feel old & tired
Overfired

And I've been poked & stoked
It's all smoke, there's no more fire
Only desire
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are

You say my time here has been some sort of joke
That I've been messing around
Some sort of incubating period
For when I really come around
I'm cracking up
And you have no idea

No idea how it feels to be on your own
In your own home
with the fucking phone
And the mother of gloom
In your bedroom
Standing over your head
With her hand in your head
With her hand in your head

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth

Oh I wish I wish I wish I was born a man
So I could learn how to stand up for myself
Like those guys with guitars
I've been watching in bars
Who've been stamping their feet to a different beat
To a different beat
To a different beat

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth

You bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody...

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are

Martha Wainwright - Factory

These are not my people
I should never have come here
The chick with a dick and the gift for the gab
I know a place, I've seen the face
I'll take the coast from factory to factory

These night's that I've been on the road
Through my window the moonlight she shone
And on my walls the fire she danced
Playing out my very last chance to run, run, run, run
Don't look back, you're moving too fast
I know a place, I've seen the face
And I'll take the high road from factory to factory
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Ah yeah, ah yeah

There are millions and millions of people around
On my TV, walking my streets, making sounds
And I can walk with them I love them I need their love
There are others I have known as poor souls, sores exposed
The the run-of-the-mill, the destitute, and the cold
Sores exposed to the blisters and shards
Where any kind of kindness is as far as the sun, the sun
The sun, the sun, run, run, run, run
I know a place, I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Ah yeah, ah yeah

Run, run
Hmmm, hmmm

These are not my people, I should never have come here
I know a place, I've seen the face
Take the coast from factory to factory
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Ah yeah, ah yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Ah yeah, ah yeah...

Aimee Mann

Aimee Mann - Pavlov's Bell

Oh Maria
Sit here by the window
Stay here ...
And when we go, hold my hand, I'll take off
Tell me what I already know

That we can't talk about it
No we can't talk about it
Because ... and someone nearly fell
... and ringing Pavlov's Bell
History shows there's not a chance in hell

But ... we're only two ...
It's going
I won't let it show
... denial
believe

That we could talk about it
But we could talk about it
Because nobody knows
... and ringing Pavlov's Bell
history shows ...

Well, well, well

Oh ... if this is nothing
I'm finding it's so hard to dismiss

only you can save me
so come on baby give me ...

and let's just talk about it
I've got to talk about it
Because nobady knows
somebody nearly fell
...
and ringing PB
history shows

so tell me
that's how I nearly fell
by ringing PB
so baby show and tell
Oh ...(?)

Aimee Mann - ghost world

Wise Up - Aimee Mann

Amy Winehouse

Amy Winehouse - Hey Little Rich Girl (Live In London)

Mum bought you a fur coat when you were fifteen
You wore it to the disco, but everyone was in jeans

But you were a rich girl, and only having fun
Your low cut dresses, brought stares from everyone
Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong?

You left for London, when you were nineteen
Had to pull off your nice clothes, just living on dreams
A man in the bright lights took all that you own
Now he's taken your freedom for a fate unknown

But you were a rich girl, hardly having fun
Your worn out dresses, brought stares from everyone
Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong?

Hey, little rich girl you've been away for so long
And now little rich girl, my words are in this song
Hey, little rich girl my love for you is gone
And now little rich girl, I know where you went wrong

At your dad's office party all the movies were blue
Caused him so much heart ache, because the screen star was you
You left for London, when you were nineteen
Had to pull off your nice clothes, but you were living on dreams

You were a rich girl, and only having fun
But your worn out dresses, brought stares from everyone
Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong?
Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong?
Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong?

Amy Winehouse Back to Black live at bbc sessions