Criancices

I feel just like a child
Well I feel just like a child
I feel just like a child
I feel just like a child
From my womb to my tomb
I guess I'll always be a child

Some people try and treat me like a man
Yeah some people try and treat me like a man
I just they just don't understand
Well some people try and treat me like a man
They think I know shit
But that's just it
I'm a child

Yeah I need you to tell me what to wear
I need you to help and comb my hair
Yeah I need you to come and tie my shoes
Yeah I need you to come and keep me amused
From my cave to my grave
I guess I'll always be a child

I need you to help me reach the door
And I need you to walk me to the store
And I need you to please explain the war
And I need you to heal me when I'm sore
You can tell by my smile
That I'm a child
And I need you to sit me on your lap
And I need you to make me take my nap
Could you first pull out a book and
Read me some of that
Cause I need you to make me take my nap

And I need you to recognize my friends
Cause they're there even though
You don't see them
They got their own chair, plate, and a seat
You know I won't touch my food
Unless they eat
From the roof to the floor
I crawl around some more
I'm a child

And I need you to help me blow my nose
And I need you to help me count my toes
And I need you to help me put on my clothes
And I need you to hide it when it shows
From be my daddy's sperm
To being packed in an urn
I'm a child

And when I steal you gotta
Slap me til I cry
Don't you stop til the tears run dry
See I was born thinking under the sky
I didn't belong to a couple of old wise guys
From sucking on my mama's breast
To when they lay my soul to rest
I'm a child

Well I guess I'm always be
A little child

escumalha vs Jornalismo

Quem diz que não é o 4º poder só pode discordar de hierarquias vs a peça Jornalística que saí amanhã.

Ainda tematizando a Família

TV On The Radio - Family Tree

Anda my love
Wake up to your window
The day calls in billows
It's echoing moonlight onto the blue nightmare of your heart
In cosy red rainbow
It's shaking off halos
And the memory of our sacred so and so

Oh take my hand sweet
Complete your release unbury your feet
And married we'll be
Alone in receiving ours is a feeling not that they would see
They don't know that we could be
Down where your cradle escaped the sea
And your raven haired Mama cought told you so's

Were hanging in the shadow of your family tree
Your haunted heart and me
Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree
There's a hundred hearts or three
Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep them young

Ah me all mine
Is it safe to say that we've waited patiently
Call me on time
And recall the tune that has place us gracefully
All into line
There's the garden grave and a place they've saved for you
I'll fall by your side
Though your silver haired Mama throws told you so's

Were laying in the shadow of your family tree
Your haunted heart and me
Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree
There's a hundred hearts or three
Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep it young

And now we'll gather in the shadow of your family tree
In haunted harmony
Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
And in the shadow of the valley of your family tree
There's a hundred hearts or three
Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep us young

(Parabéns Vô!)

Tematizando a Família

Open up your
Open up your
Open up your throat
And let all of that time
All of that time
All of that time
All of that time go

I know it sucks that Daddy's done
But try to think of what you want
You've got to open up your
Open up your
Open up your throat

Matt! (Noahs! brother) (Noahs! brother)

Sports brother
Sport brother

You've got to weigh what he said
He helped you shape the way you play
You've got to get rid of the mourning
Sort out the habits of your mind (You've got to have a real good time)

*Sick beat*

Matt!

You're halfway to fully grown
You've got a real good shot
Won't help to hold inside
Keep it real, give a real shout out

Matt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Manel e Tó

9h do dia 9 do mês 9 do ano 09. O meu primo foi pai de gémeos. Na China, seriam bafejados pela boa fortuna. O 9 corresponde ao corolário dos esforços, ao encerrar de um ciclo e início de outro superior, já que é o maior número singular. Está também relacionado com o elemento fogo, talvez porque as vestes do Imperador normalmente apresentavam figuras de nove dragões e porque, segundo se acredita, estes tinham nove filhos cada um. (in Lusa)

Gémeos! 9 + 9= 18. Passando para o judaísmo: 18 é equivalente ao valor numérico da palavra "Chai", que significa "Vivo". Corresponde ao poder de vontade na alma.

Se acreditasse em algumas destas cantatas, diria que os gémeos têm tudo para ser felizes. Como acredito no Pai, digo que têm tudo para viver com felicidade.

Diz que vai ser uma espécie de Daily Show

Eles estão de volta. E com um excelente modelo.

Carrilho, o poder e para lá da crise

Pequenos excertos daqui:

Fala-se da crise actual, por exemplo, como se tudo não passasse de um filme, entre a "chegada" e o "fim" da crise. Durante meses, o assunto foi saber se ela já tinha chegado e, depois, passou a ser saber se ela já tinha partido! Tudo ao som de comentários e previsões de "especialistas" que antes não foram capazes de prever nada, mas mesmo nada do que aconteceu.

O desafio é pois o de, para lá da crise e do seu espectáculo, se procurar compreender as metamorfoses do mundo que mais condicionam as nossas opções.

Em 2008, dos cerca de 2300 mil milhões de euros que se transaccionavam diariamente nos mercados financeiros, apenas 2,7% correspondiam a bens e serviços reais!

A "ideologia dominante" do capitalismo financeiro foi abalada, mas não foi desafiada por nenhuma alternativa que os cidadãos considerem interessante, consistente, motivadora.

Esta reflexão, e as propostas que daí podem resultar, são as alavancas que faltam à esquerda democrática na actual crise. Clarificar o sentido do interesse geral, redefinindo o âmbito das esferas pública e privada. Repor a finança ao serviço da economia e das pessoas. Repensar o desenvolvimento, tanto na sua articulação com o emprego como com os imperativos ecológicos. Combater as desigualdades, sejam elas salariais ou de rendimento, de acesso ou de estatuto. Avançar com um novo internacionalismo, porque hoje nenhum problema tem solução nacional. Revitalizar a democracia, valorizando as diversas formas de legitimidade que a atravessam... eis alguns dos tópicos dessa agenda.

Para vedar as gripes

There was a time when my world was filled with darkness, darkness, darkness
And I stopped dreaming now
I'm supposed to fill it up with something, something , something
In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody i knew before long long long ago
But I'm still trying to make my mind up
Am I free or am I tied up

I change shapes just to hide in this place but I'm still, I'm still an animal
Nobody knows it but me when i slip yeah i slip
I'm still an animal

There is a hole and i tried to fill up with money, money , money
But it gets bigger to your hopes is always

Running,running,running

In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody of who could be strong
Tell me if I'm wrong
And now I'm pulling your disguise up
Or you free or are you tied up

I change shapes just to hide in this place but I'm still I'm still an animal
Nobody knows it but me when I slip
I'm still an animal

I change shapes just to hide in this place
But I'm still I'm still an animal
Nobody knows it but me when I slip, yeah I slip
I'm still an animal

I change shapes just to hide in this place
But I'm still, I'm still an animal
Nobody knows it but me when i slip yeah i slip
I'm still an animal

as últimas horas nas ruas

manhãzinha. avenidas largar e desertas. ou quase: há starfucks abertos.
pequenos grupos com samarras pretas com capucho enfiado na cabeça agrupam-se nas esquinas.
asiáticos tentam disfarçar o cheiro a mijo com baldes de lixívia aguada.
africanos limpam um vidro que serve de montra àquilo que parecem ser embalagens de cereais (quiçá, ração para terriers).
ouvem-se as campainhas dos semáforos, mas convém não atravessar. eles podem vir lançados.
100 metros acima hei-de encontrar a cathedral. daquelas evitáveis à noite mas encerradas num domingo de manhã.

(os nomes dos estabelecimentos são ficticios)