<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843</id><updated>2012-02-13T15:46:23.183-08:00</updated><category term='tango'/><category term='jazz'/><category term='pop noruegues'/><category term='mark ronson'/><category term='rythm and blues'/><category term='yo la tengo'/><category term='weezer'/><category term='the virgins'/><category term='renato russo'/><category term='zutons'/><category term='curiosidades'/><category term='caetano'/><category term='beirut'/><category term='josé gonzalez'/><category term='pop latino'/><category term='pop africano'/><category term='africana'/><category term='synth pop'/><category term='au revoir simone'/><category term='latina'/><category term='elza soares'/><category term='pop; snow patrol'/><category term='bitter:sweet'/><category term='adriana calcanhoto'/><category term='gram'/><category term='tiê'/><category term='dançante'/><category term='antony and the johnsons'/><category term='amy winehouse'/><category term='opera'/><category term='folk'/><category term='elvis'/><category term='american idol'/><category term='indiana'/><category term='yeah yeah yeahs'/><category term='groovin´'/><category term='rock'/><category term='trilha sonora'/><category term='björk'/><category term='musica brasileira'/><category term='scarlet johansson'/><category term='cat power'/><category term='indie'/><category term='pop'/><category term='duffy'/><category term='soul music'/><category term='beatles'/><category term='pink martini'/><category term='pop francês'/><category term='eletrônica'/><category term='leonard cohen'/><category term='samba'/><category term='rock nacional'/><category term='vocaloid'/><category term='rap'/><category term='pop britânico'/><category term='u2'/><category term='macy gray'/><title type='text'>Coto Net</title><subtitle type='html'>ouvido não é penico</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-3422786798628331417</id><published>2009-11-25T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:42:43.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samba'/><title type='text'>O samba mandou me chamar</title><content type='html'>Samba de roda? Se você for a um, me avisa, please? Eu também vou querer ir. Só não vou se eu estiver com uma gripe chata como a do final de semana passado. Assim, infelizmente, não pude conferir pessoalmente o show da Mariene de Castro, cantora que começa a ganhar mais projeção nacional (não só deixei de ver o show dela como ainda perdi a apresentação do Ilê Ayê, saco...). &lt;br /&gt;Uma das minhas irmãs esteve na Bahia no começo desse ano, viu o show da Mariene e ficou deslumbrada com o talento dessa moça de Salvador. Confere só, minha irmã tem razão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGpodXmqpSc&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGpodXmqpSc&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABRE CAMINHO&lt;br /&gt;Diga a mãe que eu cheguei...&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei, tô chegada&lt;br /&gt;Esperei, bem esperado&lt;br /&gt;Nessa minha caminhada&lt;br /&gt;Sou água de cachoeira&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode me amarrar&lt;br /&gt;Piso firme na corrente,&lt;br /&gt;que caminha para o mar&lt;br /&gt;Em água de se perder&lt;br /&gt;eu não me deixo levar&lt;br /&gt;eu andei&lt;br /&gt;Andei lá, andei lá, andei lá,&lt;br /&gt;eu já sei&lt;br /&gt;O caminho andei lá&lt;br /&gt;Eu nasci e me criei &lt;br /&gt;no colo das iabás&lt;br /&gt;Andei por cima da pedras&lt;br /&gt;Pisei no fogo sem me queimar&lt;br /&gt;Andei onde mãe Clementina&lt;br /&gt;andou,&lt;br /&gt;E o samba mandou me chamar&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço o que o samba manda&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando onde o samba andar&lt;br /&gt;Com a força da minha fé,&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando em qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;Na beira do mar&lt;br /&gt;Andei lá no Gantois andei&lt;br /&gt;No samba de Edith&lt;br /&gt;andei lá no tororó&lt;br /&gt;Andei no cortejo do Bonfim&lt;br /&gt;andei, andei, andei lá&lt;br /&gt;Na festa do Divino&lt;br /&gt;Cantei pro menino, me Abençoar&lt;br /&gt;Inda vou caminhar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-3422786798628331417?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/3422786798628331417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=3422786798628331417' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3422786798628331417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3422786798628331417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-samba-mandou-me-chamar.html' title='O samba mandou me chamar'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-4743834343844895616</id><published>2009-10-29T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:57:07.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dançante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the virgins'/><title type='text'>Eu over - parte 4</title><content type='html'>Se você for dar uma festa em casa, fica a dica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_yGtOLoPl4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_yGtOLoPl4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich girls&lt;br /&gt;The Virgins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll walk around&lt;br /&gt;Pretending we're all grown up&lt;br /&gt;Hey, rich girls!&lt;br /&gt;Well, can you tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so stuck up&lt;br /&gt;and act like you're so down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you everything I know,&lt;br /&gt;any little thing I know. (x2)&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely way with words,&lt;br /&gt;Is that the way I see the world,&lt;br /&gt;It's just the way I see the world&lt;br /&gt;You got to know!&lt;br /&gt;You got to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll walk around&lt;br /&gt;Pretending we're all grown up&lt;br /&gt;Hey, rich girls!&lt;br /&gt;Well can you tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so stuck up?&lt;br /&gt;and act like you're so down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you everything I know,&lt;br /&gt;any little thing I know. (x2)&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely way with words&lt;br /&gt;Is that the way I see the world&lt;br /&gt;It's just the way I see the world&lt;br /&gt;You got to know!&lt;br /&gt;You got to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to your house last weekend and&lt;br /&gt;You was like "Come on man,&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to point out everything that's bad.&lt;br /&gt;So there's a broken mirror on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;I'll clean it up, so what?&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be such an asshole all the time, haha&lt;br /&gt;Don't be like that, she said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-4743834343844895616?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/4743834343844895616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=4743834343844895616' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4743834343844895616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4743834343844895616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-over-parte-4.html' title='Eu over - parte 4'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-5429972553889756643</id><published>2009-10-29T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:49:55.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yo la tengo'/><title type='text'>Eu over - parte 3</title><content type='html'>Essa eu descobri recentemente, nem lembro como. Só sei que roubou meu coração. É para ouvir deitada na grama, com os olhos fechados. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R1whpx9f9XA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R1whpx9f9XA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little corner of the world&lt;br /&gt;Yo la tengo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come along with me to my little corner of the world&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream in my little corner of the world&lt;br /&gt;You'll soon forget that there's any other place&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, my love, we'll share a sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you care to stay in my little corner of the world&lt;br /&gt;We could hide away in my little corner of the world&lt;br /&gt;I always knew that I'd find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;So welcome to my little corner of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you care to stay in our little corner of the world&lt;br /&gt;We could hide away in our little corner of the world&lt;br /&gt;We always knew that we'd find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;So welcome to our little corner of the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-5429972553889756643?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/5429972553889756643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=5429972553889756643' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5429972553889756643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5429972553889756643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-over-parte-3.html' title='Eu over - parte 3'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-4555890022529477570</id><published>2009-10-29T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:23:35.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leonard cohen'/><title type='text'>Eu over - parte 2</title><content type='html'>Comprei um CD duplo com as canções de Leonard Cohen. O resultado é que estou viciada. Chego em casa, já ligo o som para ouvir Closing Time (fiquei surpresa com essa música, porque tem o tom de um bar country, mas tem toda a melancolia de Cohen) e, mais recentemente, First we take Manhattan (adoro o ar sombrio de alguns trechos misturados ao refrão dançante).&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe: minha mãe também adorou. Quem diria?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing time&lt;br /&gt;(infelizmente, não consegui postar o video, mas eis o link: &lt;br /&gt;http://tinyurl.com/6qp4gl )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah we're drinking and we're dancing&lt;br /&gt;and the band is really happening&lt;br /&gt;and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high&lt;br /&gt;And my very sweet companion&lt;br /&gt;she's the Angel of Compassion&lt;br /&gt;she's rubbing half the world against her thigh&lt;br /&gt;And every drinker every dancer&lt;br /&gt;lifts a happy face to thank her&lt;br /&gt;the fiddler fiddles something so sublime&lt;br /&gt;all the women tear their blouses off&lt;br /&gt;and the men they dance on the polka-dots&lt;br /&gt;and it's partner found, it's partner lost&lt;br /&gt;and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:&lt;br /&gt;it's CLOSING TIME&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the women tear their blouses off&lt;br /&gt;and the men they dance on the polka-dots&lt;br /&gt;and it's partner found, it's partner lost&lt;br /&gt;and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:&lt;br /&gt;it's CLOSING TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah we're lonely, we're romantic&lt;br /&gt;and the cider's laced with acid&lt;br /&gt;and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"&lt;br /&gt;And the moon is swimming naked&lt;br /&gt;and the summer night is fragrant&lt;br /&gt;with a mighty expectation of relief&lt;br /&gt;So we struggle and we stagger&lt;br /&gt;down the snakes and up the ladder&lt;br /&gt;to the tower where the blessed hours chime&lt;br /&gt;and I swear it happened just like this:&lt;br /&gt;a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss&lt;br /&gt;the Gates of Love they budged an inch&lt;br /&gt;I can't say much has happened since&lt;br /&gt;but CLOSING TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear it happened just like this:&lt;br /&gt;a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss&lt;br /&gt;the Gates of Love they budged an inch&lt;br /&gt;I can't say much has happened since&lt;br /&gt;CLOSING TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you for your beauty&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't make a fool of me:&lt;br /&gt;you were in it for your beauty too&lt;br /&gt;and I loved you for your body&lt;br /&gt;there's a voice that sounds like God to me&lt;br /&gt;declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you&lt;br /&gt;And I loved you when our love was blessed&lt;br /&gt;and I love you now there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;but sorrow and a sense of overtime&lt;br /&gt;and I missed you since the place got wrecked&lt;br /&gt;And I just don't care what happens next&lt;br /&gt;looks like freedom but it feels like death&lt;br /&gt;it's something in between, I guess&lt;br /&gt;it's CLOSING TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked&lt;br /&gt;By the winds of change and the weeds of sex&lt;br /&gt;looks like freedom but it feels like death&lt;br /&gt;it's something in between, I guess&lt;br /&gt;it's CLOSING TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing&lt;br /&gt;but there's nothing really happening&lt;br /&gt;and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;And my very close companion&lt;br /&gt;gets me fumbling gets me laughing&lt;br /&gt;she's a hundred but she's wearing&lt;br /&gt;something tight&lt;br /&gt;and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth&lt;br /&gt;which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth&lt;br /&gt;except to say it isn't worth a dime&lt;br /&gt;And the whole damn place goes crazy twice&lt;br /&gt;and it's once for the devil and once for Christ&lt;br /&gt;but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights&lt;br /&gt;we're busted in the blinding lights,&lt;br /&gt;busted in the blinding lights&lt;br /&gt;of CLOSING TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole damn place goes crazy twice&lt;br /&gt;and it's once for the devil and once for Christ&lt;br /&gt;but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights&lt;br /&gt;we're busted in the blinding lights,&lt;br /&gt;busted in the blinding lights&lt;br /&gt;of CLOSING TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the women tear their blouses off&lt;br /&gt;and the men they dance on the polka-dots&lt;br /&gt;It's CLOSING TIME&lt;br /&gt;And it's partner found, it's partner lost&lt;br /&gt;and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops&lt;br /&gt;It's CLOSING TIME&lt;br /&gt;I swear it happened just like this:&lt;br /&gt;a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss&lt;br /&gt;It's CLOSING TIME&lt;br /&gt;The Gates of Love they budged an inch&lt;br /&gt;I can't say much has happened since&lt;br /&gt;But CLOSING TIME&lt;br /&gt;I loved you when our love was blessed&lt;br /&gt;I love you now there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;But CLOSING TIME&lt;br /&gt;I miss you since the place got wrecked&lt;br /&gt;By the winds of change and the weeds of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we take Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;(de novo:&lt;br /&gt;http://tinyurl.com/yhmfqa9 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom&lt;br /&gt;For trying to change the system from within&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them&lt;br /&gt;First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guided by a signal in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin&lt;br /&gt;I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons&lt;br /&gt;First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to live beside you, baby&lt;br /&gt;I love your body and your spirit and your clothes&lt;br /&gt;But you see that line there moving through the station?&lt;br /&gt;I told you, I told you, told you, I was one of those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah you loved me as a loser, but now you're worried that I just might win&lt;br /&gt;You know the way to stop me, but you don't have the discipline&lt;br /&gt;How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin&lt;br /&gt;First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your fashion business mister&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like these drugs that keep you thin&lt;br /&gt;I don't like what happened to my sister&lt;br /&gt;First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to live beside you, baby ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank you for those items that you sent me&lt;br /&gt;The monkey and the plywood violin&lt;br /&gt;I practiced every night, now I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am guided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah remember me, I used to live for music&lt;br /&gt;Remember me, I brought your groceries in&lt;br /&gt;Well it's Father's Day and everybody's wounded&lt;br /&gt;First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-4555890022529477570?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/4555890022529477570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=4555890022529477570' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4555890022529477570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4555890022529477570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-over-parte-2.html' title='Eu over - parte 2'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-7176948394037269454</id><published>2009-10-29T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:06:43.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='au revoir simone'/><title type='text'>Eu over - parte 1</title><content type='html'>Nossa, tantas tantas tantas músicas novas para sugerir!&lt;br /&gt;Então vou começar pela banda que descobri há cinco minutos: Au Revoir Simone. Sim, ainda estou ouvindo a primeira música, pela primeira vez. Mas a banda já me conquistou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xXmKpB9dn3c&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xXmKpB9dn3c&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both know it's going to be another long winter&lt;br /&gt;The kind that freezes shut the doors of early spring&lt;br /&gt;But I still like the wind&lt;br /&gt;When I hear you knocking, with a whisper&lt;br /&gt;I'll open the doors and I'll let you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressing things are empty beds and lonely dinners&lt;br /&gt;And women who are middle aged with naked fingers&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy myself a ring&lt;br /&gt;To symbolize this marriage every time I break the laws to let you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothing's worse than seeing you worse than me&lt;br /&gt;And nothing hurts like seeing you hurt like me&lt;br /&gt;The consequence is less than the happiness you bring to me&lt;br /&gt;There's more to give than what you take from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothing's worse than seeing you worse than me&lt;br /&gt;And nothing hurts like seeing you hurt like me&lt;br /&gt;The consequence is less than the happiness you bring to me&lt;br /&gt;There's more to give than what you take from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in the things that you know&lt;br /&gt;Believe in the things that you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine, throw a starving man a piece of bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I said, I didn't mean&lt;br /&gt;The chill is strong and nothing seems&lt;br /&gt;To thaw the icy sentiment&lt;br /&gt;Of love that's gone once winter's spent&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yiKlfvwCkwU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yiKlfvwCkwU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lucky One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream of togetherness&lt;br /&gt;Turned into a brighter mess&lt;br /&gt;A faint sigh my spoken best&lt;br /&gt;Now, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make way for the simple hours&lt;br /&gt;No finding the time it’s ours&lt;br /&gt;A fate or it's a desire&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was the lucky one&lt;br /&gt;Reading letters, not writing them&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures of anyone&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;So let the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;So let the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;Let it come&lt;br /&gt;To show us that tomorrow is eventual&lt;br /&gt;We know it when the day is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;So let the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;So let the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;Let it come&lt;br /&gt;To show us that tomorrow is eventual&lt;br /&gt;We know it when the day is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;So let the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;So let the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;Let it come&lt;br /&gt;To show us that tomorrow is eventual&lt;br /&gt;We know it when the day is done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-7176948394037269454?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/7176948394037269454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=7176948394037269454' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7176948394037269454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7176948394037269454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-over-parte-1.html' title='Eu over - parte 1'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-7353815935232013792</id><published>2009-07-26T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:49:01.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folk'/><title type='text'>I hate to wake you up to say goodbye</title><content type='html'>Nada a ver, mas lembrei muito dessa música dia desses.&lt;br /&gt;Ela me chamou a atenção da primeira vez por causa da frase aí no título. E era outra versão, interpretada pela Jewel.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... É isso.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, sim, quem a compôs é John Denver, que, como você deve saber, morreu em um acidente aéreo. A música foi criada em um aeroporto, enquanto ele esperava um voo atrasado. Pode parecer mórbido, mas é apenas uma coincidência. Por que será que a gente encana tanto com coincidências?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NKdknYaSHgE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NKdknYaSHgE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;John Denver (no video, com Cass Elliot, do Mamas and the Papas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm standin' here outside your door&lt;br /&gt;I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn&lt;br /&gt;The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn&lt;br /&gt;Already I'm so lonesome I could die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many times I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've played around&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every place I go, I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Every song I sing, I sing for you&lt;br /&gt;When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come to leave you&lt;br /&gt;One more time, oh, let me kiss you&lt;br /&gt;And close your eyes and I'll be on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream about the days to come&lt;br /&gt;When I won't have to leave alone&lt;br /&gt;About the times that I won't have to say ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm leaving on a jet plane &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_SN7sLORnYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_SN7sLORnYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-7353815935232013792?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/7353815935232013792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=7353815935232013792' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7353815935232013792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7353815935232013792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-to-wake-you-up-to-say-goodbye.html' title='I hate to wake you up to say goodbye'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-4129786563772043132</id><published>2009-07-20T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T04:51:03.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folk'/><title type='text'>Boa semana</title><content type='html'>Caros, já que delicadeza nunca é demais, aqui vai uma música para começarmos bem a semana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui apresentada a esse cantor esses dias, depois que ganhei essa música de presente. Fionn Regan é um músico irlandês que cita como suas maiores influências Bob Dylan e Neil Young. Uma coincidência é que, pesquisando sobre essa música, descobri que ela foi incluída em seriados como Grey´s Anatomy (eu tinha acabado de fazer uma referência a uma música que adoro e que descobri graças a uma propaganda desse seriado...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri também que Fionn está envolvido em um projeto musical chamado Helsinki, junto com o guitarrista dos Strokes, Albert Hammond Jr., e o baixista do Babyshambles, Drew McConnell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltando à música tema deste post... Infelizmente, o vídeo não está disponível para incorporação, mas segue o link. Não sei do que gostei mais, se da música ou do clipe - bem sensível e criativo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pj66XgK3NvE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BE GOOD OR BE GONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to read this,&lt;br /&gt;Rose was born.&lt;br /&gt;Child actor-ess,&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth day of the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good or be gone,&lt;br /&gt;Be good or be, be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The range is stangering,&lt;br /&gt;Movement and timing.&lt;br /&gt;Frame by frame,&lt;br /&gt;It did unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good or be gone,&lt;br /&gt;Be good or be, be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read to you on saturdays,&lt;br /&gt;Museum has closed down.&lt;br /&gt;Sell all your things,&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good or be gone,&lt;br /&gt;Be good or be, be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become,&lt;br /&gt;An ariel view.&lt;br /&gt;Of a coastal town,&lt;br /&gt;That you once knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good or be gone,&lt;br /&gt;Be good or be, be gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-4129786563772043132?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/4129786563772043132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=4129786563772043132' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4129786563772043132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4129786563772043132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2009/07/boa-semana.html' title='Boa semana'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-3237113143016258910</id><published>2009-07-14T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:59:33.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><title type='text'>Reviravoltas - 2</title><content type='html'>Minha segunda recomendação: presta atenção que é importante. Escute o novo CD do Iggy Pop, "Préliminaires". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca tinha parado para ir atrás das músicas do Iggy (só conheço até hoje "I wanna be your dog"), mas sabia que o homem é um dos pais do punk rock e que a performance dele nos palcos é algo sempre impactante. Uma vez vi um documentário sobre a Madonna - acho que ele ia abrir um show dela na Irlanda (ela é fã dele e insistiu para que ele abrisse). Tava um frio do cacete e o homem lá, com o "uniforme" de sempre: sem blusa, calça justa, cara de quem veio ao mundo pra chocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, me choquei, Iggy! Nunca imaginava que esse último CD pudesse ser tão... bonito. E quente. O CD não tem esse nome à toa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem várias músicas que adorei - entre outras, ele canta "How insensitive" -, mas só encontrei disponível para esse post o clipe abaixo. Então lá vai: com vocês, a versão de Iggy para "Les Feuilles Mortes", que ficou conhecida na voz de Edith Piaf e Yves Montand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hPhuyvhHzC0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hPhuyvhHzC0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LES FEUILLES MORTES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est une chanson qui nous ressemble&lt;br /&gt;Toi tu m'aimais&lt;br /&gt;et je t'aimais&lt;br /&gt;Et nous vivions tous deux ensemble&lt;br /&gt;toi qui m'aimais&lt;br /&gt;et que j'aimais&lt;br /&gt;Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment&lt;br /&gt;tout doucement&lt;br /&gt;sans faire de bruit&lt;br /&gt;et la mer efface sur le sable&lt;br /&gt;les pas des amants désunis...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-3237113143016258910?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/3237113143016258910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=3237113143016258910' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3237113143016258910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3237113143016258910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2009/07/minha-segunda-recomendacao-presta.html' title='Reviravoltas - 2'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-3231275373624395064</id><published>2009-07-14T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T06:59:30.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop britânico'/><title type='text'>Reviravoltas - 1</title><content type='html'>Caramba, hoje fui me tocar que eu ainda não tinha postado aqui uma única vez esse ano. Não tinha nem escutado as indicações recentes da Ilis, mas isso já resolvi. Então vamos a algumas indicações depois de um longo e tenebroso inverno:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha primeira sugestão precisa vir acompanhada de um reconhecimento público de que eu estava errada. Seguinte: eu sempre achei o Coldplay chato, chato, chato. Eu até via beleza em algumas músicas do tipo Clocks e Yellow, mas no geral eu não conseguia escutar por mais de 15 minutos, achava de uma melancolia rastejante, cansativa. E, hello, sou canceriana, povo. Deve ser o ascendente em áries ganhando espaço dentro de mim, quem sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas! Passei um bom tempo sem ter o menor interesse em escutar o último CD deles, "Viva la vida", até que ouvi um pedaço de uma das músicas dele na propaganda de Grey´s Anatomy. Opa! Que música é essa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a música é essa aqui: Violet Hill, que amo de todo o meu coração. Não só amo essa música, como adoro apaixonadamente várias outras do mesmo CD: &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt; é lindíssima ("Just because I´m losing, doesn´t mean I´m lost. Just because I´m hurting, doesn´t mean I´m hurt"), &lt;em&gt;Life in technicolor&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;42&lt;/em&gt;, enfim... Virei fã do povo que eu vivia malhando. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IakDItZ7f7Q&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IakDItZ7f7Q&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIOLET HILL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a long and dark December&lt;br /&gt;From the rooftops I remember&lt;br /&gt;There was snow&lt;br /&gt;White snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly I remember&lt;br /&gt;From the windows they were watching&lt;br /&gt;While we froze down below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the future's architectured&lt;br /&gt;By a carnival of idiots on show&lt;br /&gt;You'd better lie low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love me&lt;br /&gt;Won't you let me know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a long and dark December&lt;br /&gt;When the banks became cathedrals&lt;br /&gt;And a fox became God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priests clutched onto bibles&lt;br /&gt;Hollowed out to fit their rifles&lt;br /&gt;And the cross was held aloft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bury me in honor&lt;br /&gt;When I'm dead and hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;A love back home it unfolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love me&lt;br /&gt;Won't you let me know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a soldier&lt;br /&gt;Who the captain of some sinking ship&lt;br /&gt;Would stow, far below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you let me go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my love down to violet hill&lt;br /&gt;There we sat in snow&lt;br /&gt;All that time she was silent still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you love me&lt;br /&gt;Won't you let me know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Won't you let me know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-3231275373624395064?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/3231275373624395064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=3231275373624395064' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3231275373624395064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3231275373624395064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2009/07/reviravoltas-1.html' title='Reviravoltas - 1'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-5740535314625174100</id><published>2009-07-12T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:19:42.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yeah yeah yeahs'/><title type='text'>They don't love like I love you</title><content type='html'>Estava ontem preenchendo uma listinha da Esquire para escolha da música do século. As opções iam de Crazy in Love, da Beyoncé (aliás, a versão que The Magic Numbers fez é muito interessante), a Take me Out, do Franz Ferdinand (opa, a versão do Magic Numbers para essa também é ótima). A gente ia escolhendo de duas em duas, até chegar às duas finais.&lt;br /&gt;Para minha surpresa, uma das opções que a revista colocou era Maps, do Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Uma música que não foi assim um mega hit. E mais surpresa ainda eu fiquei ao ver que, sempre que tinha escolher entre Maps e outra música, meu voto ia para Maps. Eu não sabia que gostava tanto dessa música. Agora eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;A final ficou entre Seven Nation Army e Maps.&lt;br /&gt;Em quem você votaria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZOgoVEud_w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZOgoVEud_w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack up&lt;br /&gt;I'm a stray&lt;br /&gt;enough&lt;br /&gt;Oh say say say you'll&lt;br /&gt;Say say say you'll&lt;br /&gt;Say say say you'll&lt;br /&gt;Say say say you'll&lt;br /&gt;Say say say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;They don't love you like I love you&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;They don't love you like I love you&lt;br /&gt;Maps...........&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;They don't love you like I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made off&lt;br /&gt;Don't stray&lt;br /&gt;Well my kinds&lt;br /&gt;Your kind&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack up&lt;br /&gt;But don't stray&lt;br /&gt;Oh say say say&lt;br /&gt;I'll say say say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;They don't love you like I love you&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;They don't love you like I love you&lt;br /&gt;Maps...........&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;They don't love you like I love you&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;They don't love you like I love you&lt;br /&gt;Maps...........&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;they don't love you like I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;They don't love you like I love you&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;They don't love you like I love you&lt;br /&gt;Maps...........&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;They don't love you like I love you&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;They don't love you like I love you&lt;br /&gt;Maps...........&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;they don't love you like I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Esse não é o clipe oficial. Tentei colocá-lo aqui mas o youtube não autorizava... Enfim, esse video que postei parece ter sido feito por alunos da University of California at Santa Cruz. É simples e me emociona (eu só trocaria as colheres de pau do moço por umas baquetas de verdade!), mas, se quiser ver o oficial, o link é o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYJjHCZN46U&amp;feature=fvst&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-5740535314625174100?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/5740535314625174100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=5740535314625174100' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5740535314625174100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5740535314625174100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-dont-love-like-i-love-you.html' title='They don&apos;t love like I love you'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-1635284709416355907</id><published>2009-06-09T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:28:47.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouvi agora</title><content type='html'>Espero que gostem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dWvw6ZpK1j4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dWvw6ZpK1j4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-1635284709416355907?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/1635284709416355907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=1635284709416355907' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1635284709416355907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1635284709416355907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2009/06/ouvi-agora.html' title='Ouvi agora'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-7723714027749226589</id><published>2009-05-18T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:01:41.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiê'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica brasileira'/><title type='text'>Sweet Jardim</title><content type='html'>"Amor, por que te chamo assim, se com certeza você nem lembra de mim?"&lt;br /&gt;Momento Rebeca: a gente até admite a própria mortalidade, mas como é difícil aceitar a ideia de que não somos inesquecíveis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dica de hoje é "Quinto andar", da Tiê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tente ignorar os primeiros vinte segundos do vídeo.&lt;br /&gt;2. Se souber como ajustar esse video, help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6z0jPG5RuE0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6z0jPG5RuE0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu olhei pra cima e não te vi, não sabia o que fazer, fui contar praquele estranho que eu gostava de você. Ai, ai, será que foi assim? Que foi o tempo que tirou você de mim? E ele num momento hesitou, mas depois não resistiu, me contou que mil balões voando foi o que ele viu. Pensei: não é possível que eu não tenha reparado. Eu devo estar completamente avoada. Dei quase 5 passos e parei, não podia andar pra trás, mas confesso não cabia enxergar tantos sinais. Alô, eu sei, se chega até aqui, tão no limite não dá mais pra desistir. Amor, por que eu te chamo assim, se com certeza você nem lembra de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-7723714027749226589?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/7723714027749226589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=7723714027749226589' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7723714027749226589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7723714027749226589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-jardim.html' title='Sweet Jardim'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-3733122749880054098</id><published>2009-04-23T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:20:49.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop britânico'/><title type='text'>Retrô</title><content type='html'>O lado bom da crise: o preço dos CDs tem caído muito.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, pude me dedicar, no feriado, a um prazer já quase esquecido: comprar CDs de artistas que não conheço. Pode ser que eu descubra uma música incrível... Pode ser que o CD seja uma bomba... Mas, fazer o quê, se eu gosto de viver perigosamente?&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;Dei sorte.&lt;br /&gt;O CD "The Age Of The Understatement", o primeiro do The Last Shadow Puppets, é todo muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;Tão bom que a banda foi indicada em 2008 ao Mercury Prize, que escolhe o melhor álbum do ano no Reino Unido. The Last Shadow Puppets é formado por Alex Turner (Arctic Monkeys) e por Miles Kane (The Rascals).&lt;br /&gt;A minha música favorita, por enquanto, é "Standing next to me":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_8YRx47oylM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_8YRx47oylM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to have her&lt;br /&gt;Two years have gone now&lt;br /&gt;But I can't relate to the never ending games that you play&lt;br /&gt;As desire passes through and you're open to the truth&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;And your love is standing next to me&lt;br /&gt;Is standing next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one you fell for&lt;br /&gt;But it's seemed you deny&lt;br /&gt;And you laugh at yourself again and again&lt;br /&gt;But as you drink to the thoughts she'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your love is standing next to me&lt;br /&gt;Is standing next to me&lt;br /&gt;And your love is standing next to me&lt;br /&gt;Is standing next to me, is standing next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Is standing next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to have her&lt;br /&gt;Two years have gone now&lt;br /&gt;But I can't relate to the never ending games that you play&lt;br /&gt;As desire passes through, then you're open to the truth&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your love is standing next to me, is standing next to me&lt;br /&gt;Is standing next to me, is standing next to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-3733122749880054098?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/3733122749880054098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=3733122749880054098' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3733122749880054098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3733122749880054098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-lado-bom-da-crise-o-preco-dos-cds-tem.html' title='Retrô'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-566282345524643347</id><published>2009-04-12T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:11:24.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beirut'/><title type='text'>Glauco e Aline</title><content type='html'>imagine a cena:&lt;br /&gt;após o jantar, os noivos se aproximam do centro do salão. ela com rosas vermelhas no cabelo. ele com o cabelo arrepiado e piercing na orelha.&lt;br /&gt;aí começa a tocar "Elephant Gun" e eles rodopiam e se abraçam e se olham de um modo que a gente até esquece da própria presença e acredita que, sim, eles estão sozinhos. não há mais ninguém nem ali nem em qualquer lugar.&lt;br /&gt;então, para surpresa de ambos, começa a chover pétalas de rosas.&lt;br /&gt;sobre eles. sobre nós.&lt;br /&gt;foi lindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-mqhkuOF7s&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-mqhkuOF7s&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was young, I'd flee this town&lt;br /&gt;I'd bury my dreams underground&lt;br /&gt;As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far from home, elephant gun&lt;br /&gt;Let's take them down one by one&lt;br /&gt;We'll lay it down, it's not been found, it's not around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on&lt;br /&gt;Let the seasons begin - take the big king down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on&lt;br /&gt;Let the seasons begin - take the big king down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it rips through the silence of our camp at night&lt;br /&gt;And it rips through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it rips through the silence of our camp at night&lt;br /&gt;And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that i hide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-566282345524643347?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/566282345524643347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=566282345524643347' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/566282345524643347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/566282345524643347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2009/04/glauco-e-aline.html' title='Glauco e Aline'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-968739102417677889</id><published>2009-01-23T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:15:17.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trilha sonora'/><title type='text'>Encontros e Desencontros</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;Um dos filmes de que mais gostei no ano passado foi o irlandês "Once". É superdespretensioso, meigo, bonito. Ganhou, merecidamente, o Oscar de melhor canção, então é provável que muita gente já tenha visto o filme ou ouvido a trilha. Ou seja, esse post está atrasado mesmo... Mas, para quem já conhece, meu convite é: aperta aí o play e ouça "again".&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeira: "Lies"&lt;br /&gt;Muitas músicas falam sobre o amor quando ele está no auge ou quando a separação já ocorreu. Essa tem a singularidade de traduzir aquela fase cinzenta, em que não somos mais o que fomos, mas ainda não temos coragem de soltar as mãos. O beijo não emociona mais. Os carinhos ficam cada vez mais raros...&lt;br /&gt;Repetimos "eu te amo" na esperança de acreditar em nossas próprias palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Será que isso é mentir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vg0zRzoH9MY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vg0zRzoH9MY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time, we give it up&lt;br /&gt;And figure out what's stopping us&lt;br /&gt;From breathing easy, and talking straight&lt;br /&gt;The way is clear if you're ready now&lt;br /&gt;The volunteer is slowing down&lt;br /&gt;And taking time to save himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little cracks they escalated&lt;br /&gt;And before you know it is too late&lt;br /&gt;For making circles and telling lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're moving too fast for me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't keep up with you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you slowed down for me&lt;br /&gt;I could see you're only telling&lt;br /&gt;Lies, lies, lies&lt;br /&gt;Breaking us down with your&lt;br /&gt;Lies, lies, lies&lt;br /&gt;When will you learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little cracks they escalated&lt;br /&gt;And before you know it is too late&lt;br /&gt;For making circles and telling lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're moving too fast for me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't keep up with you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you'd slowed down for me&lt;br /&gt;I could see you're only telling&lt;br /&gt;Lies, lies, lies&lt;br /&gt;Breaking us down with your&lt;br /&gt;Lies, lies, lies&lt;br /&gt;When will you learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So plant the thought and watch it grow&lt;br /&gt;Wind it up and let it go&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda: "Falling Slowly"&lt;br /&gt;É a principal música do filme. Eu chorei quando tocou.&lt;br /&gt;Essa é para soltar a voz e cantar junto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;But I want you&lt;br /&gt;All the more for that&lt;br /&gt;Words fall through me&lt;br /&gt;And always fool me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't react&lt;br /&gt;And games that never amount&lt;br /&gt;To more than they're meant&lt;br /&gt;Will play themselves out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly, eyes that know me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't go back&lt;br /&gt;Moods that take me and erase me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm painted black&lt;br /&gt;You have suffered enough&lt;br /&gt;And warred with yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's time that you won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly sing your melody&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe: o moço ruivo, Glen Hansard, compôs as músicas que ele mesmo canta no filme _ele tinha uma banda com o diretor, John Carney , e já tinha atuado no filme "The Commitments". já a moça, Marketa Irglova, é pianista, e não atriz _a sugestão de tê-la no papel foi de Glen, de quem ela já era amiga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-968739102417677889?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/968739102417677889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=968739102417677889' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/968739102417677889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/968739102417677889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2009/01/encontros-e-desencontros.html' title='Encontros e Desencontros'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-4062528659521940990</id><published>2009-01-23T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:12:42.163-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='björk'/><title type='text'>emotional landscapes</title><content type='html'>De férias, gripada, enrolada no edredon, ouvindo Björk. Adoro esse vídeo e acabo de descobrir que ele foi dirigido pelo Michel Gondry. Aproveito para recomendar o novo filme dele: "Be Kind Rewind" (sem a expectativa do "Brilho Eterno de uma Mente sem Lembranças", ok?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aHVroArXwA4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aHVroArXwA4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these accidents,&lt;br /&gt;That happen,&lt;br /&gt;Follow the dot,&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence,&lt;br /&gt;Makes sense,&lt;br /&gt;Only with you,&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to speak,&lt;br /&gt;I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional landscapes,&lt;br /&gt;They puzzle me,&lt;br /&gt;Then the riddle gets solved,&lt;br /&gt;And you push me up to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State of emergency,&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful to be,&lt;br /&gt;State of emergency,&lt;br /&gt;Is where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that no-one sees,&lt;br /&gt;You see,&lt;br /&gt;What's inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;Every nerve that hurts,&lt;br /&gt;You heal,&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside of me, oo-oohh,&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to speak,&lt;br /&gt;I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional landscapes,&lt;br /&gt;They puzzle me - confuse,&lt;br /&gt;Then the riddle gets solved,&lt;br /&gt;And you push me up to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State of emergency,&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful to be,&lt;br /&gt;State of emergency,&lt;br /&gt;Is where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State of emergency,&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional landscapes,&lt;br /&gt;They puzzle me,&lt;br /&gt;Then the riddle gets solved,&lt;br /&gt;And you push me up to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State of emergency,&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful to be,&lt;br /&gt;State of emergency,&lt;br /&gt;Is where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State of emergency,&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful to be,&lt;br /&gt;State of emergency,&lt;br /&gt;State of, state of, &lt;br /&gt;How beautiful, &lt;br /&gt;Emergency,&lt;br /&gt;Is where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State of emergency,&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful to be,&lt;br /&gt;State of emergency,&lt;br /&gt;Is where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State of emergency,&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-4062528659521940990?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/4062528659521940990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=4062528659521940990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4062528659521940990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4062528659521940990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2009/01/emotional-landscapes.html' title='emotional landscapes'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-5713886115178456942</id><published>2008-12-30T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:41:01.475-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop'/><title type='text'>Um 2009 de muitos sonhos realizados</title><content type='html'>Sabe o que eu desejo pra você e pra mim no novo ano que vai já começar? Que nossos principais sonhos se tornem realidade. Que 2009 seja um ano de muitas e intensas alegrias.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/buQnbaqSYRw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/buQnbaqSYRw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU WISH UPON A STAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Makes no difference who you are&lt;br /&gt;Anything your heart desires&lt;br /&gt;Will come to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is in your dream&lt;br /&gt;No request is to extreme&lt;br /&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;As dreamers do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate is kind&lt;br /&gt;She brings to those who love&lt;br /&gt;The sweet fullfillment of their secret longing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a boat out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;Fate steps in and sees you through&lt;br /&gt;When you wished upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams come true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-5713886115178456942?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/5713886115178456942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=5713886115178456942' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5713886115178456942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5713886115178456942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-de-sonhos-realizados.html' title='Um 2009 de muitos sonhos realizados'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-1346491809183405283</id><published>2008-12-05T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T06:45:30.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caetano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renato russo'/><title type='text'>Um dia</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;Essas vão sem vídeo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quero dizer que gosto muito delas na voz de dois brasileiros.&lt;br /&gt;A primeira, Caetano canta em "A Foreign Sound".&lt;br /&gt;A segunda está em "Stonewall Celebration", do Renato Russo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto do nosso sotaque. Do nosso tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday he'll come along&lt;br /&gt;The man I love&lt;br /&gt;And he'll be big and strong&lt;br /&gt;The man I love&lt;br /&gt;And when he comes my way&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do my best to make him stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’ll look at me and smile&lt;br /&gt;I’ll understand&lt;br /&gt;And in a little while&lt;br /&gt;He’ll take my hand&lt;br /&gt;And though it seems absurd&lt;br /&gt;I know we both won't say a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shall meet him Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Monday&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not&lt;br /&gt;Still I’m sure to meet him one day&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Will be my good news day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’ll build a little home&lt;br /&gt;Just meant for two&lt;br /&gt;From which I’d never roam &lt;br /&gt;Who would, would you?&lt;br /&gt;And so all else above&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for the man I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place for us &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere a place for us &lt;br /&gt;Peace and quiet and open air &lt;br /&gt;Wait for us &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a time for us &lt;br /&gt;Someday a time for us &lt;br /&gt;Time together with time spare &lt;br /&gt;Time to learn, time to care &lt;br /&gt;Someday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere&lt;br /&gt;We'll find a new way of living &lt;br /&gt;We'll find a way of forgiving &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place for us &lt;br /&gt;A time and place for us &lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand and we're halfway there &lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand and I'll take you there &lt;br /&gt;Somehow &lt;br /&gt;Someday &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-1346491809183405283?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/1346491809183405283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=1346491809183405283' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1346491809183405283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1346491809183405283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/12/um-dia.html' title='Um dia'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-6163902510185593976</id><published>2008-10-22T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:39:24.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folk'/><title type='text'>Walk with me</title><content type='html'>Semana passada, vi na Marie Claire a dica musical: Mark Lanegan. Nunca tinha ouvido falar dele. Aí fui atrás para aprender. Vi que ele fez diversas participações em álbuns do Queens of the Stone Age, que também nunca escutei, mas já tinha ouvido falar, pelo menos. Hoje ele tem uma banda chamada The Twilight Sisters, que também não conheço. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, em minha rápida pesquisa descobri que Lanegan gravou, em 2006, com a cantora Isobel Campbell, um CD bastante elogiado chamado "The Ballad of the Broken Seas". Também nunca tinha ouvido falar dela, aí fui atrás e descobri que ela foi vocalista do cult Belle &amp; Sebastian, que também nunca escutei. Li uma informação que me deixou supercuriosa: Isobel fez uma parceria com o pianista de jazz escocês Bill Wells que resultou no CD "Ghost of Yesterday", em que os dois interpretam canções pouco conhecidas de Billie Holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha aí: em dois parágrafos, tantas coisas a se descobrir. Com calma eu vou aprendendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escutei algumas das músicas que Mark e Isobel gravaram - de umas gostei muito, de outras, não, mas sugero que você não se contente apenas com essa música que coloco aí embaixo. Tem uma instrumental, "It´s hard to kill a bad thing", que é linda. Outra que curti muito: "Saturday´s gone". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Que marionetes lindas, hem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTQC9iR3E_c&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTQC9iR3E_c&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(DO YOU WANNA) COME WALK WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;Little girl have I told you&lt;br /&gt;how you light up my life&lt;br /&gt;come and lay down beside me&lt;br /&gt;come and thrill me tonight&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I love you &lt;br /&gt;I won't say I'll be true&lt;br /&gt;there's a crimson bird flying&lt;br /&gt;when I go down on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so weary and lonesome&lt;br /&gt;and it's cold in the night&lt;br /&gt;when the path to your doorway&lt;br /&gt;is a pathway of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna come walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna come walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;if you do baby say it now&lt;br /&gt;though we'll both wonder anyhow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna come walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna come walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little girl have I told you&lt;br /&gt;you're my guiding north star&lt;br /&gt;and my love travels with you&lt;br /&gt;wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the mountains to the valley&lt;br /&gt;leave the light on for me&lt;br /&gt;from Virginia to Alaska&lt;br /&gt;from sea to shining sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna come walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna come walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;if you do baby say it now&lt;br /&gt;though we'll both wonder anyhow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna come walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna come walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-6163902510185593976?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/6163902510185593976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=6163902510185593976' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/6163902510185593976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/6163902510185593976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/10/semana-passada-vi-na-marie-claire-dica.html' title='Walk with me'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-1777463506643873923</id><published>2008-10-17T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:54:57.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>Obama rocks</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;Ou seria melhor dizer Obama raps?&lt;br /&gt;Uma busca rápida no Google revela que já há um monte de raps dedicados ao candidato _escolhi para o post "Somethings gotta give", do Big Boi (ex-Outkast).&lt;br /&gt;Isso demonstra, claro, um apoio invejável. Mas nem tudo são flores para o candidato. Ludacris, um dos rappers, fez uma música na qual xingava a Hillary de vaca irrelevante, dizia que Bush era um deficiente mental e que McCain só deveria ter direito a uma cadeira se ficasse paralítico _quando todo mundo sabe (ou deveria saber) que abordagens agressivas assim só atraem a rejeição do eleitor.&lt;br /&gt;A música pegou tão mal que Obama acabou se afastando do rapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os artistas, essa conexão também pode trazer algum constrangimento. Li essa semana, na Ilustrada, uma matéria sobre o artista plástico Shepard Fairey, que fez um cartaz sobre Obama.&lt;br /&gt;Era assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cpluv.com/www/medias/albertoeca/albertoeca_47a219c769a8f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.cpluv.com/www/medias/albertoeca/albertoeca_47a219c769a8f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que a campanha democrata pediu que ele alterasse a primeira versão do pôster, substituindo a palavra "progress", que foi considerada muito socialista, por "hope" e "change".&lt;br /&gt;Ficou assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2409/2228331745_8a8b55f1be_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2409/2228331745_8a8b55f1be_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo a reportagem, Fairey diz que, apesar de ter atendido à demanda, é um artista independente.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Digamos que esse tema rende, no mínimo, uma boa discussão.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;E enquanto Fairey vê o preço de seus quadros subirem, as vitrines são tomadas por camisetas, bolsas etc. com a "grife" de Obama.&lt;br /&gt;Uma amiga que voltou agora de NY me contou como lá as pessoas realmente compram e usam esses produtos e que uma parte até significativa da verba da campanha vem da venda desse material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que se trata de um processo de espetacularização, que, se por um lado realça a imagem de Obama, por outro ofusca as questões realmente importantes que ele coloca. Seja como for, ao acompanhar as eleições nos EUA, sinto falta dessa vontade de "vestir a camisa".&lt;br /&gt;Mas como se empolgar com uma campanha na qual parece que a grande questão é se um candidato é gay, se uma candidata traiu o ex-marido, se alguém fumou maconha ou não?&lt;br /&gt;Triste, heim?&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto, fico com o bottom que essa amiga trouxe para mim: "Obama rocks".&lt;br /&gt;Será que ele ganha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ujl3cLm3Qv0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ujl3cLm3Qv0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can try to run the planet&lt;br /&gt;Or watch it on the news&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's getting shot&lt;br /&gt;The weathermans looking confused&lt;br /&gt;He's reporting to a nation full of zombies&lt;br /&gt;Strung out on Starbucks and bitching Abercrombie&lt;br /&gt;Don't get it mized up, me too I have insomni-a, at times but dont be walking around here blind, feeling all around trying to find a righteous path.&lt;br /&gt;Its a peelin when I rhyme so everytime I Hit the Bassist.&lt;br /&gt;You Know the commonfolk, blue collar, day to day workers that squeeze a dollar, so maybe they can swallow, a little, not a lot, just enough to fill that bottle&lt;br /&gt;But its a million dollars a gallon for gas to get to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Thats if you gotta get it, cant swim and carpool, you rob peter to pay paul to make due, make you wanna write a note and take a pistol to that bank too, then pass it on the teller&lt;br /&gt;But you know better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus-Mary J Blige)&lt;br /&gt;They try to tell us to stay strong, but every day we losing jobs, from College Park down to Beverly Hills, Somethings Gonna Have to Give&lt;br /&gt;Across the world they live in fear but its the same thing over here.&lt;br /&gt;If you can hear me on Capitol Hill, Somethings gonna have to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse 2)&lt;br /&gt;The great debaters debate about whos the greatest MC's, subject matter dont matter because the verse is empty.&lt;br /&gt;No food for thought, nothing for the brain to digest, so I guess it be about who can jive talk the best, but I give them light like the traffic I direct, aspiring they life like they was actors on my set as if I was a politic, Im higher than a tent, I'd be a liar if I wasn't sick and tired of this mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mary J Blige verse)&lt;br /&gt;Single mother in the swallows and its no fun, but you dont really understand until you are one, a childs sick and hes losing his endurance, she wanna fix him but she aint got no insurance.&lt;br /&gt;Now we don't even wanna talk about the man's bite&lt;br /&gt;Out on parole with the promise that he'll do right, but a felon has no chance for a new start, so its back to doing hand to hand on his own life, and blacknights were all the same, and I know you feel my pain, and the only hope I have that help me deal with the drama, is that maybe in November&lt;br /&gt;I'll be cheering for Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Deep Voice)&lt;br /&gt;The world is too big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Big Boi)&lt;br /&gt;Free ya mind or be stuck like porcupine, left behind thats the bottom line, gotta find that grind because the time won't come back around, get it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Deep Voice)&lt;br /&gt;The World is too big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Big Boi)&lt;br /&gt;Step on the stars, while your reaching for the sun, but never burn a bridge, each one teach one&lt;br /&gt;If you lend a helping hand, you may never need one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Deep Voice)&lt;br /&gt;The World is too big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mary J Blige-last verse of song)&lt;br /&gt;And I heard him say that every man, women, child was gonna be ok&lt;br /&gt;I heard him say that they would bring home our soldiers home in one piece today, hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Deep Voice)&lt;br /&gt;The World is too big&lt;br /&gt;(back to Mary J Blige)&lt;br /&gt;But its not that way&lt;br /&gt;They been tellin us a dream&lt;br /&gt;Tellin us were on the same team&lt;br /&gt;Now We all gotta deal with the lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-1777463506643873923?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/1777463506643873923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=1777463506643873923' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1777463506643873923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1777463506643873923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/10/obama-rocks.html' title='Obama rocks'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-250077776949698618</id><published>2008-10-08T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:03:52.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trilha sonora'/><title type='text'>de repente california</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y96/nova_supernova/the_oc/marissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y96/nova_supernova/the_oc/marissa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como eu chorei com o drama de Marissa e Ryan...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro O.C.&lt;br /&gt;As primeiras temporadas, que fique claro. Nas últimas, fica parecendo novela das 8 quando está na metade e chega o sábado: o povo não sabe mais o que inventar para preencher o tempo, aí aparecem aqueles personagens dos quais ninguém se lembra e qualquer diálogo dura aproximadamente oito horas (pois é, o tédio leva à dilatação temporal).&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, O.C. tem uma coisa bacana que se manteve ao longo de toda a série: a trilha.&lt;br /&gt;Cada episódio tem uma seleção específica de músicas e, de modo geral, elas são bem boas. Na minha lista de favoritas, estão "If you Leave", na versão do Nada Surf, e "Maybe I'm Amazed", que eu prefiro na versão do Paul McCartney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como a união faz a força, os fãs da série criaram uma comunidade no "Yakult" para trocar informações sobre as músicas de cada cena.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com o fim da série, eu continuo indo lá de vez em quando, já que sempre tem alguém disposto a desenterrar alguma música na qual ninguém ainda havia prestado atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha última "aquisição": "How good it can be", de uma banda chamada The 88 (se o nome for inspirado na data de nascimento dos músicos, eu vou ter um treco...).&lt;br /&gt;A letra é meio besta, mas é fato: tem palminha na música, eu bato o pé no ritmo e me jogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei encontrando no Youtube um vídeo da banda tocando ao vivo num estúdio.&lt;br /&gt;Gostei desse som meio sujinho _e precisava dividir com alguém a imagem peculiar do moço à direita.&lt;br /&gt;Então aí vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2IO1B24gRQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2IO1B24gRQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the cops on your lips it's a holy routine&lt;br /&gt;If you'd stop all your trips you could see what I mean&lt;br /&gt;I forgot not to slip 'bout you're under 18&lt;br /&gt;You had it in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it up to me&lt;br /&gt;It's a known disease&lt;br /&gt;Keep it in your fleece&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the custom police, don't&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you just how good it can be, this lazy summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you got no relief from the pain in your head&lt;br /&gt;And it's hollow and greased and it says that you're dead&lt;br /&gt;But you make fun and tease and the things that you said&lt;br /&gt;They always stab your back&lt;br /&gt;And I've been holding out for love ever since I had a heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-250077776949698618?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/250077776949698618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=250077776949698618' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/250077776949698618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/250077776949698618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/10/de-repente-california.html' title='de repente california'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y96/nova_supernova/the_oc/th_marissa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-1988547682887004423</id><published>2008-09-27T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:40:14.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Mamma mia!</title><content type='html'>Ontem não teve jeito, fui ver Mamma Mia _o musical com hits do Abba estrelado pela Meryl Streep. Sim, eu sabia que seria algo tosco. Eu fui preparada _embora não tenha como um ser humano normal estar suficientemente preparado para algo daquela magnitude.&lt;br /&gt;O bom é que é tão tão tão tosco que não tem como não rir muito e curtir as bobagens e sair cantarolando as músicas.&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem quiser ver o filme (por sua conta e risco!), uma dica: não saia da sala antes de ouvir Waterloo!&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;Aí vai um clip do hit. Nota 10 para o figurino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gu1q17rUkVU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gu1q17rUkVU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my, at waterloo napoleon did surrender&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I have met my destiny in quite a similar way&lt;br /&gt;The history book on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Is always repeating itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - couldn’t escape if I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - finally facing my waterloo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my, I tried to hold you back but you were stronger&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and now it seems my only chance is giving up the fight&lt;br /&gt;And how could I ever refuse&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I win when I lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - couldn’t escape if I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how could I ever refuse&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I win when I lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - couldn’t escape if I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - finally facing my waterloo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-1988547682887004423?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/1988547682887004423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=1988547682887004423' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1988547682887004423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1988547682887004423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/09/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma mia!'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-3723618097751186903</id><published>2008-09-21T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:17:29.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samba'/><title type='text'>Felicidade é um bem natural</title><content type='html'>E porque esse final de semana foi do samba, quis postar aqui algo de uma cantora, Roberta Sá, que ouvi pela primeira vez há pouco tempo. Ganhei o primeiro CD que ela gravou, "Braseiro", e fiquei apaixonada por praticamente todas as músicas. Tem uns sambinhas que eu vou te contar! Dá vontade de saracotear por aí sem hora pra voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente, não encontrei um vídeo da música que eu mais queria compartilhar aqui, chamada "Eu sambo mesmo". Tem nada não, encontrei outra muito linda do mesmo CD. Quando ouvi, não reconheci de cara, mas depois descobri que trata-se de regravação de uma música do MPB4. Não consigo ficar mais de uma semana sem ouvir. Vá lá, cante junto, recomendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sdvIz9FCjlM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sdvIz9FCjlM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CICATRIZES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor que nunca cicatriza&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos ameniza a dor&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida não amenizou&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida a dor domina&lt;br /&gt;Arrasa e arruína&lt;br /&gt;Depois passa por cima a dor&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de outro amor&lt;br /&gt;Acho que estou pedindo uma coisa normal&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade é um bem natural&lt;br /&gt;Uma, qualquer uma&lt;br /&gt;Que pelo menos dure enquanto é carnaval&lt;br /&gt;Apenas uma&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer uma&lt;br /&gt;Não faça bem&lt;br /&gt;Mas que também não faça mal&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração precisa&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos ameniza a dor&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida não amenizou&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida dor domina&lt;br /&gt;Arrasa e arruína&lt;br /&gt;Depois passa por cima a dor&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de outro amor&lt;br /&gt;Acho que estou pedindo uma coisa normal&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade é um bem natural&lt;br /&gt;Uma, qualquer uma&lt;br /&gt;Que pelo menos dure enquanto é carnaval&lt;br /&gt;Apenas uma&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer uma&lt;br /&gt;Não faça bem&lt;br /&gt;Mas que também não faça mal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-3723618097751186903?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/3723618097751186903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=3723618097751186903' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3723618097751186903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3723618097751186903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/09/felicidade-um-bem-natural.html' title='Felicidade é um bem natural'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-350590713349633358</id><published>2008-09-07T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:31:02.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop britânico'/><title type='text'>Paris em chamas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F1HDZNR9cY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F1HDZNR9cY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa integrou a trilha musical da minha festinha de 30!&lt;br /&gt;Além de gostar da música, gosto da atitude dessa guria (e da camiseta do Snoopy!).&lt;br /&gt;Achei a moça no Guardian (recomendo novamente: o "New band of the day" é ótimo. Ela é a nº 329. Vai lá: http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2008/jun/09/popandrock2 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris is burning!&lt;br /&gt;Ladyhawke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the boys and the girls here, in Paris. &lt;br /&gt;Sing to the night without sight, but with madness. &lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up, I'm a wreck, but want it. &lt;br /&gt;Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? &lt;br /&gt;x2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yearning, but Paris is burning. &lt;br /&gt;Paris is burning all night long. &lt;br /&gt;My heart is dreaming, but Paris is screaming. &lt;br /&gt;Paris is screaming all night long. &lt;br /&gt;x2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids in the street drinking wine, on the sidewalk. &lt;br /&gt;Saving the plans that we made, til its night time. &lt;br /&gt;Give me your glass, its your last, you're too wasted. &lt;br /&gt;Or get me one too, cos im new any ???. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yearning, but Paris is burning. &lt;br /&gt;Paris is burning all night long. &lt;br /&gt;My heart is dreaming, but Paris is screaming. &lt;br /&gt;Paris is screaming all night long. &lt;br /&gt;x2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my way, its hard to find it through. &lt;br /&gt;I see the night, but im lost outside of you. &lt;br /&gt;I've lost my way, its hard to find it through. &lt;br /&gt;I see the night, but im lost outside of you. &lt;br /&gt;x2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yearning, but Paris is burning. &lt;br /&gt;Paris is burning all night long. &lt;br /&gt;My heart is dreaming, but Paris is screaming. &lt;br /&gt;Paris is screaming all night long. &lt;br /&gt;x2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my way, its hard to find it through. &lt;br /&gt;I see the night, but im lost outside of you. &lt;br /&gt;I've lost my way, its hard to find it through. &lt;br /&gt;I see the night, but im lost outside of you. &lt;br /&gt;x4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-350590713349633358?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/350590713349633358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=350590713349633358' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/350590713349633358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/350590713349633358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/09/paris-is-burning.html' title='Paris em chamas!'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-7687172233623152185</id><published>2008-08-23T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:06:44.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><title type='text'>Em alto e bom som</title><content type='html'>Se eu soubesse tocar guitarra, esta seria a música que eu gostaria de tocar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0YpXPjIlY9Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0YpXPjIlY9Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 THINGS I WANT IN A LOVER - Alanis Morissette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you derive joy when someone else succeeds? &lt;br /&gt;Do you not play dirty when engaged in competition? &lt;br /&gt;Do you have a big intellectual capacity but know &lt;br /&gt;That it alone does not equate wisdom? &lt;br /&gt;Do you see everything as an illusion? &lt;br /&gt;But enjoy it even though you are not of it? &lt;br /&gt;Are you both masculine and feminine? politically aware? &lt;br /&gt;And don't believe in capital punishment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are 21 things that I want in a lover &lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily needs but qualities that I prefer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you derive joy from diving in and seeing that &lt;br /&gt;Loving someone can actually feel like freedom? &lt;br /&gt;are you funny? la self-deprecating? like adventure? and have many formed opinions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are 21 things that I want in a lover &lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily needs but qualities that I prefer &lt;br /&gt;I figure I can describe it since I have a choice in the matter &lt;br /&gt;These are 21 things I choose to choose in a lover &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in no hurry I could wait forever &lt;br /&gt;I'm in no rush cuz I like being solo &lt;br /&gt;There are no worries and certainly no pressure in the meantime &lt;br /&gt;I'll live like there's no tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you uninhibited in bed? more than three times a week? &lt;br /&gt;Up for being experimental? are you athletic? &lt;br /&gt;Are you thriving in a job that helps your brother? are you not addicted?&lt;br /&gt;...curious and communicative...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-7687172233623152185?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/7687172233623152185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=7687172233623152185' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7687172233623152185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7687172233623152185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/08/em-alto-e-bom-som.html' title='Em alto e bom som'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-3016881001596479733</id><published>2008-06-30T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:44:59.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eletrônica'/><title type='text'>Do the dance!</title><content type='html'>Fui apresentada a essa música pela minha irmã Dani. Não sou tão fã de música eletrônica, mas essa aí embaixo eu dançaria feliz numa boate. Agora, a razão principal mesmo deste post é o vídeo em si: adorei as imagens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O som é de Justice, uma dupla formada pelos DJs franceses Xavier de Rosnay e Gaspard Augé. A música em questão, D.A.N.C.E, é dedicada a Michael Jackson - a voz principal é de um menino de oito anos que canta repetidamente a frase "Do the dance, do the dance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os caras fazem muito sucesso na Europa e nos Estados Unidos - aparentemente, no Brasil também, pois vão participar do Skol Beats deste ano, que acontece em setembro, em São Paulo, e são considerados a atração principal do evento. Eu é que estava por fora mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HQ6jjfSL-wQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HQ6jjfSL-wQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.A.N.C.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the D.A.N.C.E &lt;br /&gt;1234, fight! &lt;br /&gt;Stick to the B.E.A.T &lt;br /&gt;Get ready to ignite &lt;br /&gt;You were such a P.Y.T &lt;br /&gt;Catching all the lights &lt;br /&gt;Just easy as A.B.C &lt;br /&gt;That's how we make it right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the D.A.N.C.E &lt;br /&gt;Stick to the B.E.A.T &lt;br /&gt;Just easy as A.B.C &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the Dance (Do the Dance) &lt;br /&gt;The way you move is a mystery &lt;br /&gt;Do the dance &lt;br /&gt;Your always there for music and me (x2) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the D.A.N.C.E &lt;br /&gt;1234, fight! &lt;br /&gt;Stick to the B.E.A.T &lt;br /&gt;Get ready to ignite &lt;br /&gt;You were such a P.Y.T &lt;br /&gt;Catching all the lights &lt;br /&gt;Just easy as A.B.C &lt;br /&gt;That's how we make it right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the Dance (Do the Dance) &lt;br /&gt;The way you move is a mystery &lt;br /&gt;Do the Dance &lt;br /&gt;Your always there for music and me (x2) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the spotlights &lt;br /&gt;Neither black nor white &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter &lt;br /&gt;Do the Dance (do the dance) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As strong as you might &lt;br /&gt;Working day and night &lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens &lt;br /&gt;Do the DANCE (do the dance) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the spotlights &lt;br /&gt;Neither black nor white &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter &lt;br /&gt;Do the DANCE (do the dance) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As strong as you might &lt;br /&gt;Working day and night &lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens &lt;br /&gt;Do the DANCE(Do the Dance) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you move is a mystery &lt;br /&gt;Do the Dance &lt;br /&gt;You're always there for music and me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you move is a mystery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-3016881001596479733?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/3016881001596479733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=3016881001596479733' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3016881001596479733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3016881001596479733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-dance.html' title='Do the dance!'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-2510833434959382805</id><published>2008-06-27T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:26:09.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Ela cresceu e apareceu</title><content type='html'>Essa eu vi no shoe-me.blogspot.com e quis compartilhar imediatamente. Gente, olha aí a primeira apresentação da Madonna, em Nova York, em 1982!&lt;br /&gt;Nesse comecinho de carreira, dá pra comparar com alguma coisa da Madonna megastar que domina as paradas há décadas? Acho que dá sim: a atitude da moça.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o apresentador, o palco, os dançarinos (o que é aquela primeira criatura à esquerda, meu povo??), as roupas... O vídeo é relíquia mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Por falar no site onde achei o vídeo, se não conhecem, vão lá quando precisarem desestressar. Já dei boas risadas com as tiradas da Sarah. A dos travestis na Parada Gay, então, é impagável. Até hoje tenho pesadelos com o mutante de traje sumário verde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TvprwpEj020&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TvprwpEj020&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you've been waiting, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna get up, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, come on, dance and sing&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, get up and do your thing&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, come on, dance and sing&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, get up and do your thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the music take control&lt;br /&gt;Find a groove and let yourself go&lt;br /&gt;When the room begins to sway&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm trying to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Get up and start the dance&lt;br /&gt;Let the D.J. shake you&lt;br /&gt;Let the music take you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your body take a ride&lt;br /&gt;Feel the beat and step inside&lt;br /&gt;Music makes the world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;You can turn your troubles upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have to change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Gonna leave your troubles behind&lt;br /&gt;Your body gets the notion&lt;br /&gt;When your feet can make the motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus, repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance and sing, get up and do your thing (repeat 3 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Spoken:)&lt;br /&gt;I know you've been waiting, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I see you sitting there, I've been watching you&lt;br /&gt;Across the room, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching you, I see you sitting there by yourself&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the music take control&lt;br /&gt;Find a groove and let yourself go&lt;br /&gt;When the room begins to sway&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm trying to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-2510833434959382805?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/2510833434959382805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=2510833434959382805' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/2510833434959382805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/2510833434959382805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/06/ela-cresceu-e-apareceu.html' title='Ela cresceu e apareceu'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-7277064802694411072</id><published>2008-06-22T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:55:48.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trilha sonora'/><title type='text'>Sex and the rhythm</title><content type='html'>Todo mundo pode falar o que quiser... Que elas interpretam mal, que o roteiro tem falhas, que o aspecto fashion está (ainda mais) exagerado... Eu adoro Sex and the City e amei o filme! Curti desde o começo quando, para meu deleite, começou a tocar a clássica música da abertura. Que, logo em seguida, emendou com um hit super animado. Para quem também ficou curiosa, aí vai: é "Labels or Love", da Fergie.&lt;br /&gt;Mas um aviso: o vídeo abaixo, feito com cenas do filme, pode estragar algumas surpresas para quem ainda não foi ao cinema.&lt;br /&gt;Para encerrar, um gritinho descontrol à la Charlotte: aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9NwWa1D7L9w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9NwWa1D7L9w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labels Or Love Lyrics &lt;br /&gt;Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for labels, shopping for love &lt;br /&gt;Manolo and Louis, it's all I'm thinking of &lt;br /&gt;Shopping for labels, shopping for love &lt;br /&gt;1, 2 &lt;br /&gt;Manolo and Louis, it's all I'm thinking of &lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3 Turn the lights on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already know what my addiction is &lt;br /&gt;I be looking for labels, I ain't looking for love &lt;br /&gt;I shop for purses while love walks out the door &lt;br /&gt;Don't cry, buy a bag and get over it &lt;br /&gt;And, I'm not concerned with all the politics &lt;br /&gt;It's a lot of men I know I could find another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I know is that I'm always happy when I walk out the store, store &lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing Supercalifragi-sexy, nothing to be playing with &lt;br /&gt;I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him, tryna to walk a mile in my kicks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;Love's like a runway but which one do I love more? &lt;br /&gt;No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior &lt;br /&gt;Love's like a runway, so what's all the fussing for? &lt;br /&gt;Let's stop chasing them boys and shop some more. &lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 1, 2, 3, Turn the lights on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I might come off as negative &lt;br /&gt;I be looking for labels, I ain't looking for love &lt;br /&gt;Relationships are often so hard to tame &lt;br /&gt;A Prada dress has never broken my heart before &lt;br /&gt;And, ballin's something that I'm fed up with &lt;br /&gt;I'mma do the damn thing, watch me do the damn thing &lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that my credit card will help me put out the flames &lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing Supercalifragi-sexy, nothing to be playing with &lt;br /&gt;I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him, tryna to walk a mile in my kicks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;Love's like a runway but which one do I love more? &lt;br /&gt;No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior &lt;br /&gt;Love's like a runway, so what's all the fussing for? &lt;br /&gt;Let's stop chasing them boys and shop some more. &lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 1, 2, 3, Turn the lights on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gucci, Fendi, Prada purses, purchasing them finer things &lt;br /&gt;Men they come a dime a dozen, just give me them diamond rings &lt;br /&gt;I'm into a lot of bling, Cadillac, Chanel and Coach &lt;br /&gt;Fellas boast but they can't really handle my female approach &lt;br /&gt;Buying things is hard to say &lt;br /&gt;Rocking Christian Audigier, Manolo, Polo, taking photos in my Cartier &lt;br /&gt;So we can't go all the way, I know you might hate it but &lt;br /&gt;I'm a shop for labels while them ladies lay and wait for love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;Love's like a runway but which one do I love more? &lt;br /&gt;No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior &lt;br /&gt;Love's like a runway, so what's all the fussing for? &lt;br /&gt;Let's stop chasing them boys and shop some more. &lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 1, 2, 3, Turn the lights on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for labels, shopping for love &lt;br /&gt;Manolo and Louis, it's all I'm thinking of &lt;br /&gt;Shopping for labels, shopping for love &lt;br /&gt;1, 2 &lt;br /&gt;Manolo and Louis, it's all I'm thinking of &lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3 Turn the lights on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-7277064802694411072?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/7277064802694411072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=7277064802694411072' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7277064802694411072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7277064802694411072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-and-rhythm.html' title='Sex and the rhythm'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-4310710976032390228</id><published>2008-06-15T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T18:18:26.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weezer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Uma idéia na cabeça e uma câmera na mão</title><content type='html'>Ok, caso você não tenha que fazer algo absolutamente fundamental e inadiável na próxima meia hora, pare tudo e venha dar boas risadas comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Isso porque o clip da nova música do Weezer, "Pork and Beans", é simplesmente uma das coisas mais sensacionais dos últimos tempos.&lt;br /&gt;Trata-se de uma paródia das celebridades da internet _gente com tempo de sobra e (perigo!) uma câmera na mão, que alcançou a fama ao exibir todo o seu talento (ou a falta de) no Youtube. O resultado é ótimo, pois eles conseguiram reunir os próprios "famosos" para estrelar o clip.&lt;br /&gt;Preparados?&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V9Y4BppbBFo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V9Y4BppbBFo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora os vídeos originais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Festa no apê...&lt;br /&gt;Gary Brolsma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/60og9gwKh1o&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/60og9gwKh1o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...agora sim ele deve estar fazendo sucesso com as meninas do colégio...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tamanho GGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;Matt McAllister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r6tlw-oPDBM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r6tlw-oPDBM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que bom é ter objetivos na vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Leave Britney alone!"&lt;br /&gt;Chris Crocker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LWSjUe0FyxQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LWSjUe0FyxQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e chamem os enfermeiros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Falando em educação...&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin Upton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj3iNxZ8Dww&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj3iNxZ8Dww&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahn... então tá, fofa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Esse é muuito legal: a evolução da dança &lt;br /&gt;Judson Laipply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;faltou só o pulinho de Flashdance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Chocolate rain"&lt;br /&gt;Kicesie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EwTZ2xpQwpA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EwTZ2xpQwpA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o pior é que ele leva a sério...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Let me borrow that top&lt;br /&gt;Liam Kyle Sullivan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fPDl2g8Upvk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fPDl2g8Upvk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a parte do casal gay é a melhor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sabre de luz&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Wieber e Michael "Dorkman" Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8NE5elL30w4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8NE5elL30w4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;é a nerdice mais impressionante que eu já vi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Foram dar idéia...&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars Kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3eO07e5hDoM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3eO07e5hDoM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nerdice, apenas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as variações...&lt;br /&gt;9.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MsYT47BWHms&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MsYT47BWHms&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GDnGevnjHdE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GDnGevnjHdE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.3&lt;br /&gt;a fama o levou ao "American Dad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iBpSGhhpSqo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iBpSGhhpSqo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Essa todo mundo conhece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hKoB0MHVBvM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hKoB0MHVBvM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alguém já fez em casa?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ray Ban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-prfAENSh2k&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-prfAENSh2k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAhahahahahhhahahaha!!! até engasguei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Daft Hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2cYWfq--Nw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2cYWfq--Nw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Genial!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. ...e seu filhote: Daft Bodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLYD_-A_X5E&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLYD_-A_X5E&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alguém quer treinar comigo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.1 ... e seus filhotes, como a versão masculina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6EUupnF02vo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6EUupnF02vo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;com striptease!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. E O MELHOR DE TODOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sochd9Xqlos&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sochd9Xqlos&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a graça está nas versões, olha só&lt;br /&gt;14.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gc9VUTUivTY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gc9VUTUivTY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/54vtXRI32MQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/54vtXRI32MQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EsAiS9vNid0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EsAiS9vNid0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T39RLibob4o&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T39RLibob4o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ufa! Ainta tem alguém aí?&lt;br /&gt;E se alguém ainda tiver fôlego para ver mais (acredite, tem mais referências!), é só dar uma olhada no Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pork_and_Beans_(song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lembrem-se... Leave Britney alone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-4310710976032390228?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/4310710976032390228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=4310710976032390228' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4310710976032390228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4310710976032390228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/06/uma-idia-na-cabea-e-uma-cmera-na-mo.html' title='Uma idéia na cabeça e uma câmera na mão'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-3355496013003334759</id><published>2008-06-13T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:40:53.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica brasileira'/><title type='text'>São Paulo - Londres</title><content type='html'>Gente, olha que poético esse primeiro vídeo. Eu já tinha ouvido falar da Cibelle, uma cantora paulistana radicada em Londres desde a década de 90. Ontem eu escutei a música dela pela primeira vez. Fiquei apaixonada por "Green Grass", sem falar que o vídeo é tão lindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O CD "Cibelle" foi lançado pelo mesmo selo da Bebel Gilberto, que fez (faz ainda?) muito sucesso entre os estrangeiros. Não só entre estrangeiros, eu também gostei muito das músicas dela. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando fui atrás de mais músicas da Cibelle, encontrei a regravação de "London, London", com a participação do cantor norte-americano Davendra Banhart (curiosidade fútil: namorado da atriz Natalie Portman). Não fiquei tão fã da nova versão, mas adorei a idéia do clipe, por isso resolvi colocar aqui também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui procurar matérias sobre a moça para poder incluir mais informações nesse post, aí achei uma com um trecho particularmente interessante. Ela comentava a dificuldade que a crítica internacional possui hoje em dia em enxergar a música feita no Brasil sem enquadrá-la em bossa nova ou world music. E ela acrescenta: "World music é a última categoria em que você quer estar. Já pensou? Ao lado do Yanni?", brinca, referindo-se ao tecladista new age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, para não cair no erro dessa turma, então, vou classificá-la somente como música brasileira, tá? (Mesmo ela cantando em inglês? É, pois a própria Cibelle diz que o que ela faz é "música paulistana")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0yPMdWxSxUg&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0yPMdWxSxUg&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREEN GRASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay your head where my heart used to be&lt;br /&gt;Hold the earth above me&lt;br /&gt;Lay down in the green grass&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come closer don't be shy&lt;br /&gt;Stand beneath a rainy sky&lt;br /&gt;The moon is over the rise&lt;br /&gt;Think of me as a train goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear the thistles and brambles&lt;br /&gt;Whistle 'Didn't He Ramble'&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a bubble of me&lt;br /&gt;And it's floating in thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand in the shade of me&lt;br /&gt;Things are now made of me&lt;br /&gt;The weather vane will say&lt;br /&gt;It smells like rain today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God took the stars and he tossed them&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell the birds from the blossoms&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be free of me&lt;br /&gt;He'll make a tree from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say good bye to me&lt;br /&gt;Describe the sky to me&lt;br /&gt;And if the sky falls, mark my words&lt;br /&gt;We'll catch mocking birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay your head where my heart used to be&lt;br /&gt;Hold the earth above me&lt;br /&gt;Lay down in the green grass&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/65N_1eSkKWg&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/65N_1eSkKWg&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONDON, LONDON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wandering round and round nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely in London and London is lonely so&lt;br /&gt;I cross the streets without fear&lt;br /&gt;Everybody keeps the way clear&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know no one here to say hello&lt;br /&gt;I know they keep the way clear&lt;br /&gt;I am lonely in London without fear&lt;br /&gt;I'm wandering round and round here nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;While in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Go looking for flying saucers in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sunday, monday, autumn passe by me&lt;br /&gt;And people hurry on so peacefully&lt;br /&gt;A group aproaches a policeman&lt;br /&gt;He seems so pleased to please them&lt;br /&gt;It's good at least to live and I agree&lt;br /&gt;He seems so pleased at least &lt;br /&gt;And It's so good to live in peace &lt;br /&gt;And sunday, monday years and I agree &lt;br /&gt;While my eyes &lt;br /&gt;Go looking for flying saucers in the sky &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose no face to look at, choose no way&lt;br /&gt;I just happen to be here and It's ok &lt;br /&gt;Green grass, blue eyes, grey sky, god bless &lt;br /&gt;Silent pain and happiness &lt;br /&gt;I came around to say yes, and I say &lt;br /&gt;While my eyes &lt;br /&gt;Go looking for flying saucers in the sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-3355496013003334759?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/3355496013003334759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=3355496013003334759' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3355496013003334759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3355496013003334759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-paulo-londres.html' title='São Paulo - Londres'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-5185657598731370330</id><published>2008-05-29T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:36:56.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chromeo - tãaaao 10 minutos atrás / agora: Go!</title><content type='html'>Ok, gente, agora é assim: esquece o Chromeo. Ou ao menos dá uma pausa para o seguinte: depois do post, descobri que eles vinham para o Motomix desse ano. Gostei.&lt;br /&gt;Aí descobri que a notícia era antiga e que eles não vinham mais. Não gostei.&lt;br /&gt;Em seguida, descobri que quem virá no lugar deles é The Go! Team.&lt;br /&gt;Não gostei nem desgostei porque... nunca ou-vi mais gordo.&lt;br /&gt;Cinco músicas depois, estou aqui totalmente certa de que essa é a minha banda favorita dos últimos tempos (semana, ciclo lunar, era de aquário e tic-tacs afins).&lt;br /&gt;Aí vão duas músicas que adorei. Você encontra mais no www.thegoteam.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doing it right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_LoSqyNmeo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_LoSqyNmeo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ladyflash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1lT2Tq2rC9I&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1lT2Tq2rC9I&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Básico:&lt;br /&gt;ingleses&lt;br /&gt;dois álbuns&lt;br /&gt;no mais recente, parece (não consegui checar ainda) que uma guria do Bonde do Rolê participa na música Universal Speech&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-5185657598731370330?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/5185657598731370330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=5185657598731370330' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5185657598731370330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5185657598731370330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/05/chromeo-taaao-10-minutos-atrs-agora-go.html' title='Chromeo - tãaaao 10 minutos atrás / agora: Go!'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-8743631400228586097</id><published>2008-05-29T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:21:26.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='synth pop'/><title type='text'>Tãaaao 2007</title><content type='html'>Oie, mais uma diquinha defasada como oferecimento desta que vos fala, mas, nesse ritmo de melhor banda do mundo da última semana, tem como? Eu tento: lendo hj o New Band of the Day, no Guardian (music.guardian.co.uk/newbands), vi um texto sobre um grupo chamado Black Affair, que ia numa linha synth pop (amo aquele som do tecladinho, gente). Entonces, com a bandinha em questão não rolou aquela química, não. Mas foi o atalho para descobrir uma outra, a Chromeo, que no ano passado lançou uma música muuuito legal.&lt;br /&gt;Preparem as pernocas que essa é para dançar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ms_C9AK8FRg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ms_C9AK8FRg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;diz aí, o de óculos é meio nerd demais ou gatinho?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy footwork&lt;br /&gt;Chromeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Step x6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright lights keep you straight,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like looking in a magazine,&lt;br /&gt;You run on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like dancing is the way to go,&lt;br /&gt;But if you let her see that fancy footwork&lt;br /&gt;Show her that you’re not that shy,&lt;br /&gt;Let her see that fancy footwork&lt;br /&gt;Show her you’re that type of guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Step x6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young boy don’t be late,&lt;br /&gt;This girl ain’t really got time to wait,&lt;br /&gt;You think its all for show,&lt;br /&gt;But this is just the only way I know,&lt;br /&gt;But if you let her see that fancy footwork&lt;br /&gt;Show her that you’re not that shy,&lt;br /&gt;Let her see that fancy footwork&lt;br /&gt;Show her you’re that type of guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Step x6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need a guy,&lt;br /&gt;A partner for the week&lt;br /&gt;You’re holding my direction&lt;br /&gt;Then just come in for me&lt;br /&gt;We’ll meet up on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And maybe do the twirl, &lt;br /&gt;So show me what you got in terms,&lt;br /&gt;Of fancy footwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy Footwork x7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Step x6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-8743631400228586097?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/8743631400228586097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=8743631400228586097' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/8743631400228586097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/8743631400228586097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/05/taaao-2007.html' title='Tãaaao 2007'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-4642299001524159248</id><published>2008-05-29T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:13:33.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidades'/><title type='text'>os anos 80 foram mesmo um terror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AirVrL4ehw8/SD9qU8PpW8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/0Oj1tV3n7QE/s1600-h/chickeneyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AirVrL4ehw8/SD9qU8PpW8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/0Oj1tV3n7QE/s320/chickeneyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205996602265263042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.savagechickens.com/blog/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-4642299001524159248?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/4642299001524159248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=4642299001524159248' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4642299001524159248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4642299001524159248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/05/ui.html' title='os anos 80 foram mesmo um terror'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AirVrL4ehw8/SD9qU8PpW8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/0Oj1tV3n7QE/s72-c/chickeneyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-144819969419364743</id><published>2008-05-28T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:40:42.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tango'/><title type='text'>I´ve heard this song before</title><content type='html'>Ontem eu acordei precisando ouvir tango. É o tipo de música que me gusta mucho, mas não costumo ouvir com muita freqüência. Mas, às vezes, só ela entra em sintonia com meu estado de espírito. O engraçado é que eu não preciso estar triste nem dramática para estar no clima do tango. É um estado de espírito que ainda não consegui definir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então eu desencavei um CD que tenho há muitos anos com a trilha sonora de um filme que não vi, "The tango lessons". Comprei o CD porque as músicas me pareciam ótimas (e a maioria é, realmente), mas também porque tem uma foto muito bonita de dança na capa. E lá estava eu ouvindo, obsessivamente, na maior das alturas enquanto eu dirigia, a música Libertango, de Astor Piazzola. Linda, linda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então uma coisa estranha acontece: enquanto escuto a música, cantarolo a frase "Strange, I´ve seen that face before". Peraí, mas Libertango não tem letra, pensei. E fiquei com coceira mental: Onde já ouvi essa melodia com letra? Aí lembrei: Grace Jones, que já foi uma grande pop star e hoje é mais lembrada por seus barracos internacionais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na faculdade (ou seja, a long time ago), um amigo me apresentou a duas músicas dela que eu adorei, aliás, duas versões de músicas muito famosas: "La vie en rose" e "I´ve seen that face before" - esta, eu nunca lembrei do nome, e nunca tinha associado a Libertango do Piazzola simplesmente porque eu não conhecia o Piazzola nessa época. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, demorou, mas ontem essa ficha caiu pra mim. A música da Grace Jones que eu tanto gostava é uma versão (ok, detonada por muitos) de uma música que amo do Piazzola. Seguem as duas músicas para você comparar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBERTANGO - trecho do filme "The tango lesson"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rj6rCbUcnxc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rj6rCbUcnxc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obs. A música conta com a participação do violonista Yo-Yo Ma, nascido na França e descendente de chineses. Ele é um figurão da música clássica, é o que chamam de virtuose. Para você ver como ontem foi para mim um dia de lembranças do fundo do baú mesmo: muito antes de ouvir a música que ele toca, lembrei da primeira referência que tive a respeito do moço. Foi numa série de fotografias da Annie Leibowitz com pessoas que se destacam em várias áreas (esportes, artes cênicas, música etc). Lembro que adorei todas as fotos, mas a única que consigo lembrar com detalhes é a do Yo-Yo Ma, que aparece com o violoncelo em um parque cheio de folhas amarelas no chão. Acho que foi naquele momento, ao ver essa foto, que me apaixonei pelo outono.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBERTANGO - Grace Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qeWZE8h376M&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qeWZE8h376M&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange, I´ve seen that face before,&lt;br /&gt;Seen him hanging round my door,&lt;br /&gt;Like a hawk stealing for the pray,&lt;br /&gt;Like the night waiting for the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange, he shadows me back home,&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps echo on the stones,&lt;br /&gt;Rainy nights, an hustling boulevard,&lt;br /&gt;Parisian music, drifting from the bars,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu cherches quoi, rencontrer la mort,&lt;br /&gt;Tu te prends pour qui, toi aussi tu detestes la vie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance in bars and restaurants,&lt;br /&gt;Home with anyone who wants,&lt;br /&gt;Strange he´s standing there alone,&lt;br /&gt;Staring eyes chill me to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans sa chambre, joel et sa valise,&lt;br /&gt;Un regard sur ses fringues,&lt;br /&gt;Sur les murs, des photos,&lt;br /&gt;Sans regret, sans mlo,&lt;br /&gt;La porte est claque, joel est barr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-144819969419364743?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/144819969419364743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=144819969419364743' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/144819969419364743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/144819969419364743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-heard-this-song-before.html' title='I´ve heard this song before'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-7726527287040675147</id><published>2008-05-16T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:06:17.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folk'/><title type='text'>Atriz cantante, parte 2</title><content type='html'>Que coincidência. Hoje o Correio Braziliense publicou uma matéria sobre atrizes que estão se lançando como cantoras. Aí cita a Scarlet Johansson, de quem falei no post anterior, e uma outra que eu não sabia que também havia enveredado pelo mesmo caminho: Zooey Deschanel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é menos conhecida e celebrada que a Scarlet, mas ainda assim fez filmes que talvez vocês possam ter visto: "Quase famosos" e "O Guia dos Mochileiros das Galáxias" (que me deixou pérolas bestas eternas como as frases &lt;em&gt;So long and thank you for the fish!&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;The answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything is... 42&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zooey faz parte da dupla &lt;em&gt;She &amp; Him&lt;/em&gt;, que lançou recentemente o CD "Volume 1". O "Him" é o cantor country-folk M. Ward, que co-produziu álbuns para artistas como Cat Power. Depois de ler a matéria, fui logo procurar alguma música deles. Seguem dois vídeos: um só da moça cantando "Dream a little dream of me" (uma das minhas músicas preferidas de todos os tempos) e o outro com o M. Ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Sobre o post abaixo da Scarlet: Na tal matéria que li hoje, há uma informação muito interessante. Quem faz backing vocal na música "Falling down" é o David Bowie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ThRVUcmSa0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ThRVUcmSa0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars shining bright above you&lt;br /&gt;Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;Birds singin´ in the sycamore trees&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say nighty-night and kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me tight and tell me you´ll miss me&lt;br /&gt;While I´m alone and blue as can be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars fading but I linger on dear&lt;br /&gt;Still craving your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I´m longin´ to linger till dawn dear&lt;br /&gt;Just saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you&lt;br /&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars shining up above you&lt;br /&gt;Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;Birds singin´ in the sycamore trees&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you&lt;br /&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, dream a little dream of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A2v-oEjPI2k&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A2v-oEjPI2k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE IS HARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m all outta luck but what else could I be&lt;br /&gt;I know he´s yours and he´ll never belong to me again &lt;br /&gt;I did him wrong&lt;br /&gt;So don´t brag&lt;br /&gt;Keep it to yourself&lt;br /&gt;I did him wrong&lt;br /&gt;I was never no I was never no I was never enough&lt;br /&gt;but I can try I can try to toughen up&lt;br /&gt;I listened when they told me &lt;br /&gt;if you burned your little boat&lt;br /&gt;change is hard, I should know&lt;br /&gt;I should know!&lt;br /&gt;I should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I´ll keep my head down&lt;br /&gt;if you keep it quiet from now on&lt;br /&gt;in the house I´d rather hear silence than the bell of new love&lt;br /&gt;so don´t brag &lt;br /&gt;keep it to yourself&lt;br /&gt;I did him wrong&lt;br /&gt;I was never no I was never no I was never enough&lt;br /&gt;but I can try, I can try to toughen up&lt;br /&gt;I listened when they told me&lt;br /&gt;if you burned your little boat&lt;br /&gt;change is hard i should know&lt;br /&gt;I should know&lt;br /&gt;I should know&lt;br /&gt;I should know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-7726527287040675147?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/7726527287040675147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=7726527287040675147' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7726527287040675147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7726527287040675147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/05/atriz-cantante-parte-2.html' title='Atriz cantante, parte 2'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-7250816732399503083</id><published>2008-05-13T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T07:31:14.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scarlet johansson'/><title type='text'>Sei não</title><content type='html'>E aí, meu povo? Aqui vai uma sugestão não exatamente por eu ter adorado a música. Ainda estou em dúvida sobre o que eu realmente achei. Escutem e opinem, então.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarlet Johansson lançou recentemente seu primeiro CD, "Anywhere I lay my head", e eu estava bastante curiosa para ouvir. Eu já havia escutado a moça cantando "Summertime" e tinha achado lindo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas... Quando eu soube que o primeiro CD dela era praticamente todo baseado na obra do Tom Waits, vi que dali ia sair algo meio estranho. Quem já ouviu Tom Waits e suas músicas de cortar os pulsos sabe que a música dele não passa desapercebida, e isso não é necessariamente um elogio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E olha que eu gosto do Tom Waits (ok, às vezes, confesso, tenho medo), mas gosto mais ainda das definições que volta e meia encontro sobre a voz dele, vejam só alguns exemplos: voz "sinistra", "de cinzeiro", "rouca e gutural de álcool e cigarro", "cavernosa", e a minha preferida: "É como se a voz dele tivesse sido imersa em bourbon, depois deixada a secar uns meses numa sala de fumo e depois levada para a rua onde um carro a atropelou." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pausa para besteirol: uma amiga de BH me fez rir ao me dizer uma maneira infalível de saber se um relacionamento no comecinho vai ser sério ou não. Marque um encontro com o rapaz em sua casa e o deixe esperando na sala enquanto termina de se arrumar. Mas bote um sonzinho pro moço, um Tom Waits básico. Se você voltar para a sala e o rapaz ainda estiver lá, o relacionamento será super super sério.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá, me enrolei e agora deixa eu voltar à Scarlet. Não encontrei vídeos de outras músicas, só essa abaixo, "Falling down". Assim que comecei a ouvir, pensei: "Nã! Que voz é essa?" Mas ao final eu já estava achando meio interessante. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que estranho. Que adequado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SmzUOvgNYVw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SmzUOvgNYVw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALLING DOWN&lt;br /&gt;I have come 500 miles just to see a halo&lt;br /&gt;Come from St. Petersburg, Scarlett and me&lt;br /&gt;Well I open my eyes, I was blind as can be&lt;br /&gt;When you give a man luck, he must fall in the sea&lt;br /&gt;And she wants you to steal and get caught&lt;br /&gt;For she loves you for all that you are not&lt;br /&gt;When you're falling down, falling down&lt;br /&gt;When you're falling down, falling down, falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forget all the roses, don't come around on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;She's not gonna choose you for standing so tall&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take a swig of that poison and like it&lt;br /&gt;And don't ask for silverware, don't ask for nothing&lt;br /&gt;Go on and put your ear to the ground&lt;br /&gt;You know you will be hearing that sound......falling down.&lt;br /&gt;You're falling down, falling down&lt;br /&gt;Falling down, Falling down, falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're falling down, falling down, falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on down and see that wrecking ball come swinging on along&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knew that hotel was a goner&lt;br /&gt;They broke all the windows, they took all the door knobs&lt;br /&gt;And they hauled it away in a couple of days&lt;br /&gt;Now someone yell timber and take off your hat&lt;br /&gt;It's a lot smaller down here on the ground&lt;br /&gt;You're falling down, falling down, falling down&lt;br /&gt;Falling down, falling down, falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's falling down, falling down, falling down&lt;br /&gt;Falling down, falling down, falling down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-7250816732399503083?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/7250816732399503083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=7250816732399503083' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7250816732399503083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7250816732399503083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/05/sei-no.html' title='Sei não'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-5351978141290273471</id><published>2008-05-12T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:39:22.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folk'/><title type='text'>In the mood for melancholy</title><content type='html'>O moço aí, Ray LaMontagne, é a minha descoberta dessa semana. Com 34 anos, ele é um cantor folk norte-americano cujo trabalho, dizem, tem algo a ver com o de Damien Rice, aquele da trilha sonora do filme Closer. Não sei, ainda preciso aprender muito sobre os dois para emitir opinião.&lt;br /&gt;O fato é que gostei dessa voz meio sussurrante cantando letras melancólicas. Logo abaixo segue o vídeo de uma apresentação dele na BBC. A música chama-se "Empty", mas recomendo de cara outra música, "You can bring me flowers", que só não coloquei junto porque não encontrei um vídeo dela. No site oficial dele dá para ouvir outras músicas, vai lá: http://www.raylamontagne.com/uk/listen.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rIUSikXex5w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rIUSikXex5w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMPTY&lt;br /&gt;She lifts her skirt up to her knees,&lt;br /&gt;walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;i never learned to count my blessings,&lt;br /&gt;i choose instead to dwell in my disasters.&lt;br /&gt;i walk on down a hill,&lt;br /&gt;through grass, grown tall and brown&lt;br /&gt;and still its hard somehow to let go of my pain.&lt;br /&gt;on past the busted back of that old and rusted cadillac&lt;br /&gt;that sinks into this field, collecting rain.&lt;br /&gt;will i always feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;so empty, so estranged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of these cut- throat busted sunsets,&lt;br /&gt;these cold and damp white mornings&lt;br /&gt;i have grown weary.&lt;br /&gt;if though my cracked and dusted dime-store lips&lt;br /&gt;i spoke these words out loud would no one hear me?&lt;br /&gt;lay your blouse across the chair,&lt;br /&gt;let fall the flowers from from your hair&lt;br /&gt;and kiss me with that country mouth, so plain.&lt;br /&gt;outside, the rain is tapping on the leaves,&lt;br /&gt;to me it sounds like they're applauding us the quiet love we made.&lt;br /&gt;will i always feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;so empty, so estranged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i looked my demons in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;laid bare my chest, said do your best, destroy me.&lt;br /&gt;you see, i've been to hell and back so many times,&lt;br /&gt;i must admit you kind of bore me.&lt;br /&gt;there's a lot of things that can kill a man,&lt;br /&gt;there's a lot of ways to die,&lt;br /&gt;listen, some already did that walked beside me.&lt;br /&gt;there's alot of things i don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;why so many people lie.&lt;br /&gt;its the hurt i hide inside that fuels the fire inside me.&lt;br /&gt;will i always feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;so empty, so estranged&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-5351978141290273471?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/5351978141290273471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=5351978141290273471' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5351978141290273471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5351978141290273471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-mood-for-melancholy.html' title='In the mood for melancholy'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-4300067170845894085</id><published>2008-05-03T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T14:26:57.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop noruegues'/><title type='text'>La vie en rose!</title><content type='html'>Queridos ouvintes (sim, eu sei que nao eh soh a Debora que le meus posts _manifestem-se!), esse post vai direto de Paris! Oui, estou nessa cidade maravilhosa, de olhos (e ouvidos!) bem abertos para aproveitar todas as coisas bacanas que circulam por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;A ideia era fazer um post sobre a musica que tocasse nesse exato momento no Saint Christopher, albergue no qual estou hospedada (e que eh muuuito legal, fica a dica). Soh que, coincidentemente, a Marina, antenadissima que eh, jah havia escrito aqui sobre a musica que eu estava ouvindo: "Foundation", da Kate Nash. Eh superlegal e, se vc ainda nao ouviu, procura no nosso historico ai ao lado. Recomendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, mas entao ai vai outra dica. Trata-se de "Just hold me", da norueguesa (!) Maria Mena. Vi na MTV daqui (que, alias, parece que tem um repertorio de apenas dez clipes que sao repetidos exaustivamente _depois digo a vcs quais sao) e fiquei curiosa porque a voz dessa guria nao me eh estranha... Digam ai se eu sou louca ou se os agudinhos da moca nao lembram a Bjork...&lt;br /&gt;Ah, e a musica nao eh nova nao, ok? Eh de 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Allonz-y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xY3de4YPzsE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xY3de4YPzsE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just hold me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable as I am &lt;br /&gt;I need your reassurance &lt;br /&gt;And comfortable as you are &lt;br /&gt;You count the days &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I wanted silence &lt;br /&gt;I would whisper &lt;br /&gt;And if I wanted loneliness &lt;br /&gt;I'd choose to go &lt;br /&gt;And if i liked rejection &lt;br /&gt;I'd audition &lt;br /&gt;And if I didn't love you &lt;br /&gt;You would know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why can't you just hold me &lt;br /&gt;And how come it is so hard &lt;br /&gt;And do you like to see me broken &lt;br /&gt;And why do I still care &lt;br /&gt;still care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you see the light now &lt;br /&gt;At the end of this narrow hall &lt;br /&gt;I wish it didn't matter &lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't give you all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I wanted silence &lt;br /&gt;I would whisper &lt;br /&gt;And if I wanted loneliness &lt;br /&gt;I'd choose to go &lt;br /&gt;And if i liked rejection &lt;br /&gt;I'd audition &lt;br /&gt;And if I didn't love you &lt;br /&gt;You would know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why can't you just hold me &lt;br /&gt;And how come it is so hard &lt;br /&gt;And do you like to see me broken &lt;br /&gt;And why do I still care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little misunderstood baby &lt;br /&gt;No one likes a sad face &lt;br /&gt;But I can't remember life without him &lt;br /&gt;I think I did have good days &lt;br /&gt;I think I did have good days &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Why ....&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just hold me &lt;br /&gt;And how come it is so hard &lt;br /&gt;And do you like to see me broken &lt;br /&gt;And why do I still care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-4300067170845894085?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/4300067170845894085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=4300067170845894085' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4300067170845894085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4300067170845894085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-vie-en-rose.html' title='La vie en rose!'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-6510864729638267057</id><published>2008-04-22T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:09:47.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Lado A Lado B</title><content type='html'>Essa dica vem de num blog muito bacana chamado &lt;a href="http://www.interney.net/blogs/eclipse/"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/a&gt; e, agora há pouco, vi que a &lt;a href="http://www.interney.net/blogs/locutorio/"&gt;Simone Iwasso&lt;/a&gt; também citou a novidade.&lt;br /&gt;É o &lt;a href="www.mixwit.com"&gt;Mixwit&lt;/a&gt;, um site no qual a gente pode resgatar a velha tradição de gravar uma fitinha e dar de presente para alguém especial _se você tem mais de vinte anos, sabe do que estou falando.&lt;br /&gt;No Eclipse, o post sobre o tema é uma delícia. Fala até sobre as regras de ouro para gravar uma boa fita _uma boa estratégia, por exemplo, é dar início aos trabalhos com aquele hit blockbuster e depois intercalar músicas mais lentinhas com outras agitadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso, entretanto, que não segui as regras na fita abaixo. Ou fiz regras diferentes _sem garantia de sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;Acho que poucas pessoas vão conhecer a primeira música ("Melody of a fallen tree", do Windsor for the Derby), que dá o tom das seguintes: sons suaves para letras intensas.&lt;br /&gt;Daquelas de deitar na cama e chorar a tarde inteira por amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-6510864729638267057?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/6510864729638267057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=6510864729638267057' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/6510864729638267057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/6510864729638267057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/04/lado-lado-b.html' title='Lado A Lado B'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-2982243129319546091</id><published>2008-04-22T11:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:09:24.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Play:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 430px; height: 350px; text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;embed width="426" height="327" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" name="mixwit_mixtape_16fefefa6d76312a781b5685aeb0da74" src="http://www.mixwit.com/flash/widgets/shell.swf" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="env=embed&amp;widget=16fefefa6d76312a781b5685aeb0da74&amp;playlist=6c4a2765cf469b0a1ed489c9573e4c2e&amp;vuid=embed" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixwit.com/create?refer=embed"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mixwit.s3.amazonaws.com/public/resources/img/embed/make-a-mixtape.gif" border="0" style="border:0px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="0" width="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDg4ODkxMzk*OTYmcD*xODQzMzEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2Vy.swf" flashvars="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-2982243129319546091?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/2982243129319546091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=2982243129319546091' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/2982243129319546091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/2982243129319546091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='Play:'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-1230005878167490762</id><published>2008-04-20T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:29:32.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica brasileira'/><title type='text'>Nuestra raza es sentimental</title><content type='html'>A bênção, Bethânia e Omara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui ao show destas duas cantoras maravilhosas na última sexta-feira. Eu, que por muito tempo achei a Bethânia chata de ouvir e já quis pedir perdão a ela de joelho por isso, sempre fico impressionada com a força desta mulher no palco. Baixa uma entidade forte ali, que que é isso. &lt;br /&gt;E a Omara, a quem conheci por conta do Buena Vista Social Club, que beleza também! O encontro das duas no palco é tudo de bom. &lt;br /&gt;Dá uma olhada no vídeo que a gravadora Biscoito Fino fez sobre este trabalho conjunto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dd_2ZWkRb2Q&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dd_2ZWkRb2Q&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é só a força destas mulheres que torna o show inesquecível: o cenário é lindo, os músicos que as acompanham são impecáveis, a qualidade do som e a iluminação são perfeitas. É festa para os ouvidos, os olhos, a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Deste meu estado ainda de encantamento seguem estas sugestões de vídeo. Sobre o segundo, logo abaixo, aviso logo: recomendo que você não assista as imagens, apenas escute a música. &lt;br /&gt;A qualidade das imagens é nula, mas foi o único vídeo que encontrei com esta música, "Havana-me", que achei o ponto alto do show. &lt;br /&gt;Fiquei injuriada porque a música não está no CD. Como pode? É ainda mais surpreendente porque a letra desta música é a única que aparece no folder distribuído com o programa do show. Achei que a música necessariamente deveria estar no CD das duas. Ô Biscoito Fino, protesto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RCymejgEGzY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RCymejgEGzY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havana-me &lt;br /&gt;Não esqueço teu povo em momento algum &lt;br /&gt;Cubana-me &lt;br /&gt;Me convida a dançar, quebra o meu jejum &lt;br /&gt;Serena-me &lt;br /&gt;Me lambuza de cana, tabaco e rum, havana-me &lt;br /&gt;Havana-me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bota uma cuba-libre, limão e sal &lt;br /&gt;Cubana-me &lt;br /&gt;Me carrega em teu ritmo sensual &lt;br /&gt;Irmana-me &lt;br /&gt;Nossa música tem sangue tropical, &lt;br /&gt;Havana-me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pega pelo quadril &lt;br /&gt;Teu par ainda é o Brasil, &lt;br /&gt;Havana-me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethâniame&lt;br /&gt;Sé que tú y yo tenemos mucho en común&lt;br /&gt;Bahiáname&lt;br /&gt;Es la gente, es la piel, oye ese runrún&lt;br /&gt;Seréname&lt;br /&gt;Por las manos de Oyá, Yemanyá y Ochún&lt;br /&gt;Bethâniame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethâniame&lt;br /&gt;Nuestra fuerza nació en la casa real&lt;br /&gt;Baiháname&lt;br /&gt;Yo te habanico de amor con un beso igual&lt;br /&gt;Hermáname&lt;br /&gt;Prueba que nuestra raza es sentimental&lt;br /&gt;Bethâniame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te oigo en mi tamboril&lt;br /&gt;Bethâniame&lt;br /&gt;Omárame&lt;br /&gt;Somos Cuba y Brasil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-1230005878167490762?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/1230005878167490762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=1230005878167490762' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1230005878167490762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1230005878167490762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/04/nuestra-raza-es-sentimental.html' title='Nuestra raza es sentimental'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-7597047923145703984</id><published>2008-04-07T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:52:06.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Ken Lee</title><content type='html'>E quando a gente acha que já viu (e ouviu) de tudo, eis que aparece uma candidata ao Music Idol, da Bulgária, disposta a cantar com todo ardor de sua alma o clássico "Ken Lee".&lt;br /&gt;Não lembra que música é essa?&lt;br /&gt;Aposto que você conhece sim...&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tulibu dibu douchoo..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-7597047923145703984?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/7597047923145703984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=7597047923145703984' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7597047923145703984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7597047923145703984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/04/ken-lee.html' title='Ken Lee'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-1767803555638072467</id><published>2008-04-04T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T13:22:10.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duffy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul music'/><title type='text'>Yeah yeah yeah</title><content type='html'>Duffy, essa loirinha galesa de 23 anos do vídeo abaixo, é uma sensação na Europa, onde seu estilo soul-retrô tem feito com que seu CD esteja entre os mais tocados.&lt;br /&gt;Li na Folha que ela se chama Aimee Anne Duffy, mas pediu para ser chamada apenas pelo sobrenome "para tentar evitar as constantes comparações com Amy Winehouse."&lt;br /&gt;Well, tem espaço pra todas! Se for música boa, os ouvidos sempre vão agradecer.&lt;br /&gt;A música abaixo faz parte do primeiro CD da moça, "Rockfeller", e é altamente indicada para trilha sonora de festas e afins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KE2orthS3TQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KE2orthS3TQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERCY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeah x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta stay true&lt;br /&gt;my morals got me on my knees&lt;br /&gt;im begging please stop playing games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what this is&lt;br /&gt;cos you got me good&lt;br /&gt;just like you knew you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what you do&lt;br /&gt;but you do it well&lt;br /&gt;I’m under your spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;You got me begging you for mercy&lt;br /&gt;why wont you relase me&lt;br /&gt;you got me begging you for mercy&lt;br /&gt;why wont you release me&lt;br /&gt;I said release me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you think that i&lt;br /&gt;will be something on the side&lt;br /&gt;but you got to understand&lt;br /&gt;that i need a man&lt;br /&gt;who can take my hand yes i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what this is&lt;br /&gt;but you got me good&lt;br /&gt;just like you knew you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what you do&lt;br /&gt;but you do it well&lt;br /&gt;I’m under your spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me begging you for mercy&lt;br /&gt;why wont you relase me&lt;br /&gt;you got me begging you for mercy&lt;br /&gt;why wont you release me&lt;br /&gt;I said you’d better release yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im begging you for mercy&lt;br /&gt;yes why wont you realse me&lt;br /&gt;im begging you for mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got me begging&lt;br /&gt;you got me begging&lt;br /&gt;you got me begging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercy, why wont you realise me&lt;br /&gt;im begging you for mercy&lt;br /&gt;why wont you release me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got me begging you for mercy&lt;br /&gt;im begging you for mercy&lt;br /&gt;im begging you for mercy&lt;br /&gt;im begging you for mercy&lt;br /&gt;im begging you for mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wont you release me yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;break it down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-1767803555638072467?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/1767803555638072467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=1767803555638072467' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1767803555638072467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1767803555638072467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeah-yeah-yeah.html' title='Yeah yeah yeah'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-6609183155639688245</id><published>2008-04-03T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:42:07.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><title type='text'>Jazz &amp; Chupetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.allaboutjazz.com/articles/baby_drums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.allaboutjazz.com/articles/baby_drums.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa dica é daquelas que fazem a "rave do útero" bombar ainda mais: aaaahhhh, quero um bebê pra beijar, abraçar, apertar e ninar ao som de Medeski Martin and Wood!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Minha amiga Julliane me falou hoje mesmo desse trio nova iorquino que gravou um disco de jazz para crianças! Não é uma idéia boa demais?&lt;br /&gt;O disco chama "Let's go everywhere" e dá para ouvir várias músicas do myspace da banda:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/letsgoeverywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomendo especialmente a música que dá o nome do disco e outra chamada "On an Airplane".&lt;br /&gt;Saindo daqui, passa lá.&lt;br /&gt;É que no Youtube, só encontrei gravações de um show deles em que o som não fica não bom. Em todo caso, aí vai "Where's the music?":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ofwU8kj6PQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ofwU8kj6PQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confesso... Eu também queria acabar com essa história de que só a chique da Débora que dá dica de jazz, hehehheeh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-6609183155639688245?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/6609183155639688245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=6609183155639688245' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/6609183155639688245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/6609183155639688245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/04/jazz-chupetas.html' title='Jazz &amp; Chupetas'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-1011342692709278815</id><published>2008-03-30T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:13:33.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u2'/><title type='text'>Como assim uma morsa?</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;O post anterior me leva a mais uma confissão, essa de conteúdo mais fantasioso:&lt;br /&gt;se... eu participasse do American Idol e&lt;br /&gt;se... o tema da semana fosse os Beatles e, principalmente&lt;br /&gt;se... eu tivesse uma voz decente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu cantaria: I am the walrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente, Minha Música Favorita dos Beatles (e olha que a concorrência é braba).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como ocorreu com "I've just seen a face", não foi a versão original de "I am the walrus" que chamou minha atenção pela primeira vez. Eu estava ouvindo o cd de "Across the universe" (o filme) quando ouvi Bono cantando:&lt;br /&gt;"I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together".&lt;br /&gt;Curti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais ainda quando vi o resto da letra. Deliciosamente non-sense.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que sei, o tal walrus (morsa) é uma referência a uma poesia de Lewis Carroll _engraçadinha e escorregadia como a história de Alice. Além disso, dizem que foi escrita numa viagem de ácido e que foi uma brincadeira de John Lennon quando soube que uma professora estava ensinando os alunos a analisarem as letras dos Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;O estilo surreal fez a fama de "I am the walrus", cujos trechos foram citados em séries como "Six Feet Under" e nos Simpsons _Homer tem uma viagem de "ácido" (na verdade, de pimenta) e vê o veio Jasper cantando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AirVrL4ehw8/R-_VmxsK-vI/AAAAAAAAADM/_BFMQkK1PQA/s1600-h/Jasper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AirVrL4ehw8/R-_VmxsK-vI/AAAAAAAAADM/_BFMQkK1PQA/s200/Jasper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183596558277081842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para curiosos, aí vai o link do Wikipedia com várias curiosidades sobre a música: &lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Am_the_Walrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divirtam-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqOKvonLrH8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqOKvonLrH8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.&lt;br /&gt;See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.&lt;br /&gt;Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;MAN, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.&lt;br /&gt;I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,&lt;br /&gt;goo goo g'joob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister City P'liceman sitting&lt;br /&gt;Pretty little policemen in a row.&lt;br /&gt;See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying. &lt;br /&gt;I'm cry------------ing, I'm crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.&lt;br /&gt;Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you been a naughty girl and you let your Knickers down.&lt;br /&gt;I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,&lt;br /&gt;goo goo g'joob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.&lt;br /&gt;If the sun don't come, you get a tan from&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the English rain.&lt;br /&gt;I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,&lt;br /&gt;goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expert texpert choking smokers,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think the joker laughs at you? (ho ho ho, he he he, ha ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snide.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semolina Pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.&lt;br /&gt;Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna.&lt;br /&gt;Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.&lt;br /&gt;I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,&lt;br /&gt;goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob, goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob, goo goo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39432000/jpg/_39432875_simon360_pa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39432000/jpg/_39432875_simon360_pa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resta saber o que Simon acharia da minha versão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-1011342692709278815?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/1011342692709278815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=1011342692709278815' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1011342692709278815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1011342692709278815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/03/como-assim-uma-morsa.html' title='Como assim uma morsa?'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AirVrL4ehw8/R-_VmxsK-vI/AAAAAAAAADM/_BFMQkK1PQA/s72-c/Jasper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-1116198058375476070</id><published>2008-03-30T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T10:28:07.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beatles'/><title type='text'>I've just heard a song...</title><content type='html'>Confesso: eu assisto American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;E vou além nesse momento-franqueza: eu adoooro American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;Me divirto horrores com as audições horrorosas no início da temporada, torço de verdade na competição "séria" (?) e gosto até da Paula Abdul (ui!).&lt;br /&gt;Isto posto: nas últimas duas semanas, os candidatos tiveram que trabalhar o repertório dos Beatles. Foi a chance de eu "descobrir" um hit dos garotos de Liverpool que até então havia passado despercebido por meus ouvidos: "I've just seen a face".&lt;br /&gt;Eu achei essa música uma gracinha! Ela faz parte de "Help" e aparece logo antes de "Yesterday" (que eu, honestamente, acho meio enjoenta _eita, será este um comentário polêmico?).&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não conhece, aí vai a versão original.&lt;br /&gt;E, para quem já conhece, aí vai também a versão de Chikezie (ao contrário dos jurados, que criticaram o momento-gaita, eu curti).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xjphAmuAlJs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xjphAmuAlJs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just seen a face, &lt;br /&gt;I can't forget the time or place&lt;br /&gt;Where we just met.&lt;br /&gt;She's just the girl for me&lt;br /&gt;And I want all the world to see&lt;br /&gt;We've met, mmm-mmm-mmm-m'mmm-mmm.&lt;br /&gt;Had it been another day&lt;br /&gt;I might have looked the other way&lt;br /&gt;And I'd have never been aware.&lt;br /&gt;But as it is I'll dream of her&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, di-di-di-di'n'di.&lt;br /&gt;Falling, yes I am falling,&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps calling&lt;br /&gt;Me back again.&lt;br /&gt;I have never known&lt;br /&gt;The like of this, I've been alone&lt;br /&gt;And I have missed things&lt;br /&gt;And kept out of sight&lt;br /&gt;But other girls were never quite&lt;br /&gt;Like this, di-di-di-di'n'di.&lt;br /&gt;Falling, yes I am falling,&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps calling&lt;br /&gt;Me back again.&lt;br /&gt;Falling, yes I am falling,&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps calling&lt;br /&gt;Me back again.&lt;br /&gt;I've just seen a face,&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget the time or place&lt;br /&gt;Where we just met.&lt;br /&gt;She's just the girl for me&lt;br /&gt;And I want all the world to see&lt;br /&gt;We've met, mmm-mmm-mmm-di'n'di&lt;br /&gt;Falling, yes I am falling,&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps calling&lt;br /&gt;Me back again.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, falling, yes I am falling,&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps calling&lt;br /&gt;Me back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RnHqF703-H0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RnHqF703-H0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*E um brinde à delícia dos encontros inusitados!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-1116198058375476070?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/1116198058375476070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=1116198058375476070' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1116198058375476070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1116198058375476070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-just-heard-song.html' title='I&apos;ve just heard a song...'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-1858286418498357650</id><published>2008-03-29T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T08:47:31.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica brasileira'/><title type='text'>Entre o Preto e o Branco</title><content type='html'>Taí um post que vale pela descoberta do vídeo, que eu quis compartilhar na mesma hora aqui no Coto Net assim que eu o vi a primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;A música eu já gosto há bastante tempo. Ela faz parte do álbum "Raça humana", lançado em 1984 pelo Gilberto Gil, que tem muito a ver com uma época bem feliz da minha vida: o começo da adolescência, o Rock in Rio pela televisão, férias no Nordeste... Ai ai, muita coisa boa.&lt;br /&gt;Sou muito fã do Gilberto Gil e esse é um dos meus CDs preferidos dele, que tem tanta música ótima, como "Vamos fugir", "Vem morena", sem falar de outras que têm letras especialmente boas, como é o caso de "O rock do segurança" (muito espirituosa!), "Pessoa nefasta" (indicada para ajudar a desopilar de criaturas nocivas com quem temos o desprazer de nos deparar vez por outra) e também da que segue abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;PS. E o Chico, hem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UhjuUyRGhFE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UhjuUyRGhFE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MÃO DA LIMPEZA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O branco inventou que o negro&lt;br /&gt;Quando não suja na entrada&lt;br /&gt;Vai sujar na saída, ê&lt;br /&gt;Imagina só&lt;br /&gt;Vai sujar na saída, ê&lt;br /&gt;Imagina só&lt;br /&gt;Que mentira danada, ê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade a mão escrava&lt;br /&gt;Passava a vida limpando&lt;br /&gt;O que o branco sujava, ê&lt;br /&gt;Imagina só&lt;br /&gt;O que o branco sujava, ê&lt;br /&gt;Imagina só&lt;br /&gt;O que o negro penava, ê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo depois de abolida a escravidão&lt;br /&gt;Negra é a mão &lt;br /&gt;De quem faz a limpeza&lt;br /&gt;Lavando a roupa encardida, esfregando o chão&lt;br /&gt;Negra é a mão&lt;br /&gt;É a mão da pureza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negra é a vida consumida ao pé do fogão&lt;br /&gt;Negra é a mão &lt;br /&gt;Nos preparando a mesa&lt;br /&gt;Limpando as manchas do mundo com água e sabão&lt;br /&gt;Negra é a mão &lt;br /&gt;De imaculada nobreza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade a mão escrava&lt;br /&gt;Passava a vida limpando&lt;br /&gt;O que o branco sujava, ê&lt;br /&gt;Imagina só&lt;br /&gt;O que o branco sujava, ê&lt;br /&gt;Imagina só&lt;br /&gt;Eta branco sujão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-1858286418498357650?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/1858286418498357650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=1858286418498357650' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1858286418498357650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1858286418498357650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/03/entre-o-preto-e-o-branco_29.html' title='Entre o Preto e o Branco'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-8583878649315130833</id><published>2008-03-17T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:47:37.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groovin´'/><title type='text'>Que incrível</title><content type='html'>O incrível é isso, que minha nova sugestão musical seja de um rapper. É que rap e eu... Taí uma soma que dá errado.&lt;br /&gt;(Se bem que... Eu gostei de "Gangsta´s Paradise", de um filme com a Michelle Pfeiffer. Começa a haver um certo histórico. Estranho...)&lt;br /&gt;A minha recomendação da vez se chama "Crabbuckit", uma música cheia de ritmo, daquelas que fazem a gente pular pela casa enquanto escuta bem alto. &lt;br /&gt;O cantor é o canadense K-Os (leia-se "Chaos"). Cheguei nele graças à Putumayo, gravadora que realmente cumpre um papel mais do que bem vindo de divulgar músicas do mundo inteiro. Essa música tem no CD "Putumayo presents: a new groove". &lt;br /&gt;Pense num CD bom! Gostei muito de músicas da Dinamarca, da França, da Alemanha etc. E viva essa globalização!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q6VrgPMLsiE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q6VrgPMLsiE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRABBUCKIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's high now&lt;br /&gt;So low it's high&lt;br /&gt;Like this, check it out yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a trip on a bus that didn't know&lt;br /&gt;Met a girl sellin' drinks at the disco&lt;br /&gt;Said truth comes back when you let it go&lt;br /&gt;Seems complicated cause it's really so simple&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' down Yonge Street on a Friday&lt;br /&gt;Can't follow them, gotta do it my way&lt;br /&gt;No fast lane, still on the highway&lt;br /&gt;Movin' in and out, no doubt there's a brighter way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus [ repeat 2x ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to get down cause I'm moving up&lt;br /&gt;No time to get down cause I'm moving up&lt;br /&gt;No time to get down cause I'm moving up&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, haa... check out the crabs in the bucket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like this, It's like this you know it is..&lt;br /&gt;It's like flies on the windscreen, writing on walls&lt;br /&gt;square biz clones claim they're havin a ball&lt;br /&gt;foolin' themselves just before last call&lt;br /&gt;Tic-a-tic-a-toc tic-a-tic-a-toc&lt;br /&gt;Clock strikes twelve, clock strikes one&lt;br /&gt;Smoking gun put these fools on the run&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not that simple, I know it's not that hard&lt;br /&gt;where to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus [ repeat 2x ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to get down cause I'm moving up&lt;br /&gt;No time to get down cause I'm moving up&lt;br /&gt;No time to get down cause I'm moving up&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, haa... check out the crabs in the bucket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough man..&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, I heard you man, yeah check yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a conniption, fit from the microphones flit&lt;br /&gt;I take it higher like a bird on a wire, retire the fire&lt;br /&gt;I never cause I'm just moving on up&lt;br /&gt;Choosin' to touch, the unseen, craving the clutch&lt;br /&gt;The most inevitable, legible pyro-mania&lt;br /&gt;Slaying the devil, and sendin em back to Transylvania&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough, I evolved that side of the ghetto&lt;br /&gt;but my heavy metal, will settle the puppets like Gepetto&lt;br /&gt;Damm, if mirrors were created by sand&lt;br /&gt;then I'm looking in the water for reflections of man&lt;br /&gt;Understand the minds above time when it's empty&lt;br /&gt;Emcee, Tragically Hip - Ahead by a Century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus [ repeat 2x ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to get down cause I'm moving up&lt;br /&gt;No time to get down cause I'm moving up&lt;br /&gt;No time to get down cause I'm moving up&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, haa... check out the crabs in the bucket&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-8583878649315130833?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/8583878649315130833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=8583878649315130833' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/8583878649315130833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/8583878649315130833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/03/que-incrvel_17.html' title='Que incrível'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-1345631187736207264</id><published>2008-03-14T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:39:16.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josé gonzalez'/><title type='text'>Earth is an egg</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Ok, aceito dicas de tags para esse post.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, a música é em inglês e o moço que a interpreta é sueco, mas de origem latina: seu nome é José Gonzalez. Como definir isso? Globalização?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos fatos:&lt;br /&gt;1 - o Emi foi a um show do José Gonzalez no Sesc, tem um tempinho já. acho que eu estava de plantão e não pude ir. além do quê, nem me animei, pois nunca havia ouvido falar de nenhum Gonzalez...&lt;br /&gt;2 - depois, ao procurar por ele na internet (recomendo o site dele: www.jose-gonzalez.com), encontrei esse vídeo no Youtube. trata-se de uma propaganda da Sony, e tanto as imagens quanto a música são lindas. na época, duvidei da autenticidade das imagens... depois vi o making of: sim, é verdade, eles jogaram milhares de bolinhas coloridas pelas ruas de São Francisco, nos EUA. &lt;br /&gt;3 - aí o computador deu pau e a idéia desse post ficou para depois. lembrei dele hoje, enquanto jantava um kebab num restaurante árabe de São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;4 - fui procurar de novo a propaganda e acabei encontrando outra, também da Sony, gravada em Glasgow, na Escócia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu ia dizendo... globalização?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_DXx5Zcd7RE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_DXx5Zcd7RE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night to be confused&lt;br /&gt;one night to speed up truth&lt;br /&gt;we had a promise made&lt;br /&gt;four hands and then away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both under influense&lt;br /&gt;we had devine scent &lt;br /&gt;to know what to say&lt;br /&gt;mind is a razorblade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night of magic rush&lt;br /&gt;the start a simple touch&lt;br /&gt;one night to push and scream&lt;br /&gt;and then releaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten days of perfect tunes&lt;br /&gt;the colors red and blue&lt;br /&gt;we had a promise made&lt;br /&gt;we were in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you, you knew the hands of the devil&lt;br /&gt;and you, kept us awake with wolf teeths&lt;br /&gt;sharing different heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;in one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;for me, no &lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;O making of das bolinhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kAJcj89qIts&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kAJcj89qIts&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;"Fogos de artifício" de tinta em Glasgow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GURvHJNmGrc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GURvHJNmGrc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Making of dos fogos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R-NxdTdrRss&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R-NxdTdrRss&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-1345631187736207264?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/1345631187736207264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=1345631187736207264' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1345631187736207264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1345631187736207264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/03/earth-is-egg.html' title='Earth is an egg'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-4537898359654047279</id><published>2008-03-13T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:03:10.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop africano'/><title type='text'>Le dimanche a Bamako</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Pedi para a minha amiga Flavinha gravar umas músicas para mim e, por conta própria, ela resolveu inserir algumas surpresas. Entre elas, a abertura de "TV Colosso" e o crássico: "chegou a hora/ da alegria/ vamos sorrir e cantar/ do mundo não se leva nada/ vamos sorrir e cantar/ sílvio santos vem aí..."&lt;br /&gt;Aê Lombardi! Bolei de rir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tanto ouvir o CD, comecei a prestar atenção nas surpresas mais "sérias" e fiquei encantada com o ritmo de "Le Dimanche a Bamako", de Amadou e Mariam _dupla africana que canta em francês.&lt;br /&gt;A música faz parte de um disco homônimo, lançado em 2004, e que chegou ao segundo lugar nas paradas francesas _maior posto já alcançado no país por um disco africano, segundo o site da dupla (www.amadou-mariam.com). No Reino Unido, a Time Out declarou que se tratava do "world music album of the year".&lt;br /&gt;Opa, vou receber visita aqui em casa agora. Conto mais depois! Ah, uma curiosidade: o título significa: Domingo em Bamako é dia de casamento!&lt;br /&gt;Allonz-y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bnz6s1Olx_k&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bnz6s1Olx_k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le dimanche à Bamako c’est le jour de mariage &lt;br /&gt;Le dimanche à Bamako c’est le jour de mariage &lt;br /&gt;Le dimanche à Bamako c’est le jour de mariage &lt;br /&gt;C’est le jour de mariage &lt;br /&gt;Les djembés et les dununs résonnent partout &lt;br /&gt;Les balans et les tamas résonnent partout &lt;br /&gt;La kora et le n’goni sont aussi au rendez-vous &lt;br /&gt;Le dimanche à Bamako c’est le jour de mariage &lt;br /&gt;Le dimanche à Bamako c’est le jour de mariage &lt;br /&gt;Les parents et les sympathisants sont au rendez-vous &lt;br /&gt;Les copains et les voisins sont au rendez-vous &lt;br /&gt;Les Fonés et les Djélis sont aussi au rendez-vous &lt;br /&gt;Le dimanche à Bamako c’est le jour de mariage &lt;br /&gt;Le dimanche à Bamako c’est le jour de mariage &lt;br /&gt;Les hommes et les femmes ont mis leurs beaux boubous &lt;br /&gt;Les bijoux et les chaussures sont au rendez-vous &lt;br /&gt;Les bazins et les bogolans sont au rendez-vous &lt;br /&gt;La mariée et le marié sont aussi au rendez-vous &lt;br /&gt;Le dimanche à Bamako c’est le jour de mariage &lt;br /&gt;Les sotramas, les dougounis, les taxis et les voitures &lt;br /&gt;Les frères, les soeurs, les badauds, les griots &lt;br /&gt;Le dimanche à Bamako c’est le jour de mariage &lt;br /&gt;Le dimanche à Bamako c’est le jour de mariage &lt;br /&gt;C’est le jour de mariage &lt;br /&gt;C’est le jour de mariage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-4537898359654047279?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/4537898359654047279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=4537898359654047279' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4537898359654047279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4537898359654047279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/03/le-dimanche-bamako.html' title='Le dimanche a Bamako'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-687498074703537135</id><published>2008-03-10T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:07:53.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter:sweet'/><title type='text'>Para ouvir e re-ouvir</title><content type='html'>Taí uma dupla que ainda vou escutar muito. É o tipo de música que me agrada em cheio. Um quê de jazz suave, batidinha eletrônica, pero no mucha, e com um toque pop. &lt;br /&gt;Tá servido? Bem, eu aceito! &lt;br /&gt;O Bitter:sweet é uma dupla norte-americana, de Los Angeles, que lançou em 2006 seu primeiro CD. O clip abaixo é da faixa-título. &lt;br /&gt;Li que eles têm uma música na trilha do filme "O Diabo Veste Prada". Vi o filme e gostei, mas confesso que nenhuma música me chamou a atenção de forma especial enquanto eu o assistia. &lt;br /&gt;Veja só como o exercício de rever (ou re-ouvir) pode nos fazer mudar conceitos. É, a história da minha vida recente.&lt;br /&gt;Chega de filosofia, gente, vamos ao que interessa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DdNg3EPciXw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DdNg3EPciXw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MATING GAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me across the ocean floor&lt;br /&gt;Sail away to heaven's open door&lt;br /&gt;Step right up you're the next contestant&lt;br /&gt;In this sweet charade&lt;br /&gt;Take a number, wait while I twist your fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the mating game&lt;br /&gt;Mating game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close enough to drink my rose&lt;br /&gt;The devil in my pocket turned to gold&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to warn you, you're in a daze&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'll love you, but tomorrow go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step right up who's the next contestant&lt;br /&gt;In this sweet charade?&lt;br /&gt;Take a number, wait while I tease you sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the mating game&lt;br /&gt;Mating game&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-687498074703537135?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/687498074703537135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=687498074703537135' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/687498074703537135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/687498074703537135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/03/para-ouvir-e-re-ouvir.html' title='Para ouvir e re-ouvir'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-473849872683185141</id><published>2008-03-02T06:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T06:13:00.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat power'/><title type='text'>Outra New York</title><content type='html'>Conheço quase nada da obra dessa moça, Cat Power, mas sabia que devia ser coisa boa. Não exatamente pelo que eu ouvia falar dela, mas principalmente pelas pessoas de quem eu ouvia falar dela, o que costuma fazer toda a diferença.&lt;br /&gt;Continuo sabendo pouquinho mais que zero sobre o trabalho dela - nada que não possa ser resolvido -, mas meu contato inicial não podia ser mais interessante. &lt;br /&gt;A primeira música que eu a ouvi cantando é uma das músicas mais conhecidas no mundo inteiro. Costuma ser arriscado mexer com clássicos, mas neste caso funcionou que é uma beleza. &lt;br /&gt;Aplaudo a coragem dela e a versão esfumaçada dessa música (foi a definição mais espontânea que me surgiu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KpFwnf6F_GY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KpFwnf6F_GY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK, NEW YORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start spreading the news&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving today&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a part of it, New York, New York&lt;br /&gt;These vagabond shoes&lt;br /&gt;Are longing to stray&lt;br /&gt;And make a brand new start of it&lt;br /&gt;New York, New York&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps&lt;br /&gt;To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap&lt;br /&gt;These little town blues&lt;br /&gt;Are melting away&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a brand new start of it&lt;br /&gt;In old New York&lt;br /&gt;If I can make it there&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you, New York, New York. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps&lt;br /&gt;To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap&lt;br /&gt;These little town blues&lt;br /&gt;Are melting away&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a brand new start of it&lt;br /&gt;In old New York&lt;br /&gt;If I can make it there&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you, New York, New York.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-473849872683185141?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/473849872683185141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=473849872683185141' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/473849872683185141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/473849872683185141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/03/outra-new-york.html' title='Outra New York'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-152127820086410026</id><published>2008-02-29T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:50:35.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Daqui prali pracolá</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacquesdelibes.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/musicovery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://jacquesdelibes.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/musicovery.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Musicovery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, como não há nada melhor do que estar bem acompanhado, seja na vida real, seja na virtual, dei uma atualizada na nossa listinha de links (na barrinha à vossa direita). São blogs e sites muito legais também com foco em novidades musicais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas dicas:&lt;br /&gt;- o Virunduns, já famoso, é dedicado à arte de cantar errado. Os exemplos, cedidos gentilmente pelos próprios "autores" das pérolas, vão muito além do "trocando de biquini sem parar", que já é bem dizer um clássico do cancioneiro popular. Um post recente trouxe o seguinte verso: "Eu não quero dor, Karen, você... Oh, baby" ao invés de "eu não quero tocar em você, oh baby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O Flash Pops também já tem bastante adeptos. É um joguinho viciante (depois não diga que eu não avisei!) no qual você ouve uma versão instrumental da música de um filme, de um programa de tv etc. e tem que escrever o nome correto da bendita. Já vi muita gente perder o juízo gritando: "eu sei, eu sei, tá na ponta da língua, tá na ponta da língua, eu sei, tá na ponta da língua"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O Musicovery é uma delícia. Você escolhe no site o seu estado de humor e ele sugere musiquinhas que combinem com o seu astral. Uma ótima fonte para descobrir novas músicas e bandas. Agora mesmo, que eu estou me sentindo bem "positiva", a dica do site foi: "It's our thing", The Isley Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;Pena que o computador em que estou não tem som!&lt;br /&gt;Assim que puder, vou conferir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divirtam-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS 1 - Estou ansiosa para ouvir o novo CD da Madonna (Hard Candy? Candy Shop?). Ele está previsto para abril, mas algumas músicas já vazaram.&lt;br /&gt;PS 2 - Também em compasso de espera para o CD da Maria Bethânia com Omara Portuondo, do Buena Vista Social Club. Tem tudo para ser uma coisa linda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-152127820086410026?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/152127820086410026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=152127820086410026' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/152127820086410026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/152127820086410026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/02/daqui-prali-pracol.html' title='Daqui prali pracolá'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-1002593635482457052</id><published>2008-02-28T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:10:16.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink martini'/><title type='text'>Já viu esse filme?</title><content type='html'>Criado em 1994, o Pink Martini é um grupo musical norte-americano a la orquestras dos anos 50. &lt;br /&gt;As músicas deles têm uma coisa diferente, seja pelo charme nostálgico, seja pela diversidade de repertório (eles cantam em inglês, japonês, português, francês).&lt;br /&gt;Sou fã desde que ouvi há alguns anos a música "Sympathique". &lt;br /&gt;Mas apresento aqui a música tema do CD mais recente do pessoal, "Hey Eugene!". &lt;br /&gt;No começo do vídeo, a vocalista China Forbes explica de onde veio a inspiração para a música: ela conheceu um cara numa festa, a atração foi enorme, os dois ficaram, a química deu supercerto, ele pediu o telefone dela... E nunca ligou. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It does ring a bell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9vf4X6WKPtk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9vf4X6WKPtk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY EUGENE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Eugene do you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm that chick you danced with two times through the Rufus album Friday night at that party&lt;br /&gt;On Avenue "A" &lt;br /&gt;Where your skinhead friend passed out for several hours on the bathroom floor&lt;br /&gt;and you told me&lt;br /&gt;You weren't that drunk, and that I was your favorite Salsa dancer you had ever come across in New York city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;I said hello &lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Are you there Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Eugene, then we kissed once we lugged your friend into the elevator and went to write my number on a soggy paper towel&lt;br /&gt;And the car went down&lt;br /&gt;And when we were finished making out we noticed that your skinhead friend was gone. Long gone.&lt;br /&gt;And you looked into my bloodshot eyes and said is it too soon if I call you Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;I said hello, Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Are you there, Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said hello (hello), Eugene (Eugene)&lt;br /&gt;Eugene (Eugene)&lt;br /&gt;Eugene (oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said hello (hello), Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Are you there, Eugene (tell me are you there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said hello (hello), Eugene (Eugene)&lt;br /&gt;Eugene (Eugene)&lt;br /&gt;Eugene (tell me oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said hello (hello), Eugene (Eugene)&lt;br /&gt;Does any of this ring a bell Eugene?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-1002593635482457052?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/1002593635482457052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=1002593635482457052' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1002593635482457052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1002593635482457052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/02/j-viu-esse-filme.html' title='Já viu esse filme?'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-9186461310703810844</id><published>2008-02-24T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:13:34.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie'/><title type='text'>Terrible hair, great song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theithacan.org/am/uploads/1/070222_kimyadawson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://theithacan.org/am/uploads/1/070222_kimyadawson.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empolgada com a cerimônia do Oscar, percorri várias salas de cinema nas últimas semanas. E, como eu já disse por aqui antes, uma das minhas fontes favoritas de novidades musicais é a trilha sonora de filmes.&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, a sugestão de hoje vem de Juno, o filme gracinha estrelado por Ellen Page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei encantada com a trilha toda, que inclui Sonic Youth, Belle &amp; Sebastian e Cat Power.&lt;br /&gt;Mas grande parte da trilha é formada por musiquinhas suaves de uma guria que eu não conhecia _isso mesmo, essa descabelada aí acima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AirVrL4ehw8/R8L0fSKn11I/AAAAAAAAAC8/AFruHI6zjCk/s1600-h/le%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AirVrL4ehw8/R8L0fSKn11I/AAAAAAAAAC8/AFruHI6zjCk/s320/le%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170964140464265042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problemas capilares à parte, as músicas dessa dona moça, Kimya Dawson, são o que há de mais fofo _na minha modesta opinião (pelo que tenho visto por aí, a reação dos ouvintes é no estilo "ame" ou "odeie").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há alguns anos ela fundou uma banda super indie, com um rapazote chamado Adam Green. O grupo chamava Moldy Peaches e é deles a música "Anyone Else But You", que toca no fim do filme.&lt;br /&gt;Mas parece que recentemente ela está num esquema solo. A nova fase segue a mesma receita da banda: um toque de nerdice, melodia fácil e letras sobre namoricos, aulas de geografia e aquelas questões existenciais que nos deliciam na adolescência (e nos anos seguintes também). Algumas podem soar como canções de ninar também.&lt;br /&gt;Os desenhos no site dela (www.kimyadawson.com/) refletem bem o espírito da coisa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kimyadawson.com/images/merch/bag038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.kimyadawson.com/images/merch/bag038.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;***catiguria "Bizarre but Cute World"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ufa, chega de trailer, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Anyone else but you"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com Moldy Peaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WtBMF0BqDrU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WtBMF0BqDrU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a part time lover and a full time friend&lt;br /&gt;The monkey on you're back is the latest trend&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the church and here is the steeple&lt;br /&gt;We sure are cute for two ugly people&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me&lt;br /&gt;So why can't, you forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find my nitch in your car&lt;br /&gt;With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu du&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up up down down left right left right B A start&lt;br /&gt;Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always trying to keep it real&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with how you feel&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both have shiny happy fits of rage&lt;br /&gt;You want more fans, I want more stage&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Quixote was a steel driving man&lt;br /&gt;My name is Adam I'm your biggest fan&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squinched up your face and did a dance&lt;br /&gt;You shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu du&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-9186461310703810844?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/9186461310703810844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=9186461310703810844' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/9186461310703810844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/9186461310703810844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/02/terrible-hair-great-song.html' title='Terrible hair, great song'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AirVrL4ehw8/R8L0fSKn11I/AAAAAAAAAC8/AFruHI6zjCk/s72-c/le%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-8416121905977128856</id><published>2008-02-23T12:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T12:24:28.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All that jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Wl7_R33mJK4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Wl7_R33mJK4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Em setembro de 2006, tive o imenso prazer de ver, ao vivo e a cores, este grupo de Nova Orleans, Preservation Hall Jazz Band. &lt;br /&gt;Eu estava em Ouro Preto, no Festival Tudo é Jazz, e mal pude acreditar na minha sorte de chegar na cidade e dar de cara com um show gratuito desse povo. &lt;br /&gt;Que noite aquela: um friozinho gostoso, o cenário lindíssimo do Largo do Rosário e uma música de cair o queixo.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu já era fã do jazz típico de New Orleans, depois deles não tenho nem mais o que dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Preservation Hall é uma banda com mais de 40 anos de estrada. Ela se renova com o tempo, misturando veteranos e novos integrantes. &lt;br /&gt;Neste vídeo, gravado em uma apresentação ano passado em Nova York, dá para ter uma noção do talento de cada um. A música se chama "Hindustan".&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se bem do nome: Preservation Hall Jazz Band. Se eles já vieram ao Brasil uma vez, pode ser que voltem. &lt;br /&gt;Só espero estar por perto no dia que isso acontecer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-8416121905977128856?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/8416121905977128856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=8416121905977128856' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/8416121905977128856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/8416121905977128856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-that-jazz_76.html' title='All that jazz'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-8071291457630022285</id><published>2008-02-23T12:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T12:23:37.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou para lá um dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/dzVCHv6FSbg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/dzVCHv6FSbg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Música como essa que o povo acima faz é a razão principal de eu querer muito visitar Nova Orleans um dia. &lt;br /&gt;Eis um pedacinho da cidade que hei de conhecer: neste vídeo de 2005, que o Preservation Hall gravou com o cantor Clint Maedgen, Nova Orleans aparece ainda inteira antes do furacão Katrina. No começo do vídeo, a casa onde ele entra é o bingo da cidade. &lt;br /&gt;Atenção para o senhor que pede mais café: o trompetista John Brunious morreu este mês, na Flórida. Deve estar à frente de animadas jam sessions no outro lado da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPLICATED LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I woke this morning with a pain in my neck,&lt;br /&gt;A pain in my heart and a pain in my chest,&lt;br /&gt;I went to the good doctor and the good doctor said,&lt;br /&gt;You gotta slow down your life or youre gonna be dead,&lt;br /&gt;Cut out the struggle and strife,&lt;br /&gt;It only complicates your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I cut down women I cut out booze,&lt;br /&gt;I stopped ironing my shirts, cleaning my shoes,&lt;br /&gt;I stopped going to work, reading the news,&lt;br /&gt;Im sitting twiddling my thumbs cos I got nothing to do,&lt;br /&gt;Minimal exercise,&lt;br /&gt;To help uncomplicate my life,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stand and face it life is so complicated,&lt;br /&gt;Ladi dah di dahdah, ladi dah di dah dah,&lt;br /&gt;Got to get away from the complicated life son,&lt;br /&gt;Life is overated, life is complicated,&lt;br /&gt;Must aleviate this, complicated life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like old mother hubbard&lt;br /&gt;I got nothin in the cupboard,&lt;br /&gt;Got no dinner and I got no supper,&lt;br /&gt;Holes in my shoes I got holes in my socks,&lt;br /&gt;I cant go to work cos I cant get a job,&lt;br /&gt;The bills are rising sky high,&lt;br /&gt;Its such a complicated life,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stand and face it,&lt;br /&gt;Life is so complicated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-8071291457630022285?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/8071291457630022285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=8071291457630022285' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/8071291457630022285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/8071291457630022285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/02/vou-para-l-um-dia.html' title='Vou para lá um dia'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-8934374728686843110</id><published>2008-02-21T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T10:46:49.580-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Cada capa é um flash</title><content type='html'>Essa dica não é relacionada a música, diretamente... Mas às capas dos vinis!&lt;br /&gt;A notícia é da BBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVt4jOasujc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVt4jOasujc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posar com capa de LP vira mania na internet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da BBC Brasil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um site que convida os internautas a posarem para fotos criando "corpos" para rostos em capas de disco virou mania na internet. &lt;br /&gt;O site Sleeveface (www.sleeveface.com:80/)foi criado por um apresentador de rádio em Cardiff, no País de Gales. &lt;br /&gt;Os internautas, ou sleevefacers, enviam as fotos em que posam com as capas de LPs ao site, que as publica. &lt;br /&gt;O site também disponibilizou as fotos no YouTube (www.youtube.com/sleeveface) e no Flickr (www.flickr.com:80/groups/sleeveface/), e mantém uma comunidade de 5 mil membros no site de relacionamentos Facebook. &lt;br /&gt;A idéia atraiu a atenção de colecionadores de vinil em várias partes do mundo e o site já recebeu contribuições de adeptos nos Estados Unidos, França, Alemanha, Japão, Rússia, Islândia, Israel e no Reino Unido. &lt;br /&gt;O apresentador John Rostron, que fundou o site, disse que algumas lojas especializadas em vinil entraram em contato dizendo que os clientes estavam tirando fotos com as capas dos discos dentro das lojas. &lt;br /&gt;Além disso, ele conta que uma grande loja em Londres está interessada em fazer uma exposição somente com Sleevefaces. &lt;br /&gt;O movimento teve tanto sucesso que uma editora americana está preparando um livro somente com as fotos do movimento. &lt;br /&gt;"Estamos pensando em fazer festas temáticas onde os Sleevefaces podem se encontrar. Já fizemos vários novos amigos", conta Rostron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí, vamos aderir à moda?&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-8934374728686843110?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/8934374728686843110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=8934374728686843110' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/8934374728686843110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/8934374728686843110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/02/cada-capa-um-flash.html' title='Cada capa é um flash'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-4591780673320658381</id><published>2008-02-15T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:24:35.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul music'/><title type='text'>Black is wonderful</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Li sobre a Sharon Jones terça passada, na Ilustrada. Surtei, claro: Sharon e sua banda são só Os Responsáveis pela levada soul das músicas de Amy Winehouse.&lt;br /&gt;Clipping: "após ouvir os discos de Jones, Winehouse e o produtor Mark Ronson foram até NY e contrataram os Dap-Kings, a banda de Jones, para tocar em `Back to Black'(...) O que chamou a atenção de Winehouse, Mark Ronson e tantos outros é a sonoridade única da banda e de Jones. `Fazemos soul music como era feita no anos 60 e 70', diz Jones".&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://stateofmindmusic.com/pics/SharonJones.2.18.05.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Aí vai: 52 anos, ex-carcereira de prisão, ex-segurança de carro-forte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ninguém me aceitava na indústria da música. Diziam que eu era muito negra, que eu era muito gorda... Diziam que eu era muito nova, que não era bonita o suficiente. Aos 25 anos, me disseram que eu estava velha... Então fui fazer outras coisas."&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente, voltou à carreira musical em 96.&lt;br /&gt;Ano passado, na onda do sucesso de Amy, lançou "100 Days, 100 nights".&lt;br /&gt;Faz parte da Daptone Records (www.daptonerecords.com), que grava apenas discos analógicos e dedicados exclusivamente à música negra (aguardem novidades que assim que der eu vou procurar o que mais de bom que eles têm lá).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ao que interessa? Prepare-se. A voz da moça é poderosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a música abaixo literalmente me atingiu a 100 km por hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8X7nVZhqb04&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8X7nVZhqb04&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Was In)&lt;br /&gt;(Mickey Newbury)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this mornin' with the sundown shinin' in&lt;br /&gt;I found my mind in a brown paper bag within&lt;br /&gt;I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high&lt;br /&gt;I tore my mind on a jagged sky&lt;br /&gt;I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in&lt;br /&gt;I watched myself crawlin' out as I was a-crawlin' in&lt;br /&gt;I got up so tight I couldn't unwind&lt;br /&gt;I saw so much I broke my mind&lt;br /&gt;I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone painted "April Fool" in big black letters on a "Dead End" sign&lt;br /&gt;I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind&lt;br /&gt;Eight miles outta Memphis and I got no spare&lt;br /&gt;Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah oh-yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E porque Jones é boa demais, ela tem direito a dois vídeos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ouI5KcyHfE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ouI5KcyHfE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-4591780673320658381?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/4591780673320658381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=4591780673320658381' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4591780673320658381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4591780673320658381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/02/black-is-wonderful.html' title='Black is wonderful'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-7155437885671561844</id><published>2008-02-14T16:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:06:05.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De rosto colado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/EzK8odVW8KE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/EzK8odVW8KE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje eu estava pensando que gostaria de estar apaixonada. De sentir novamente aquele frio na barriga, aquela mistura de alegria e vergonha (de quê mesmo?) que se sente na presença de alguém que, sabemos, é especial.&lt;br /&gt;Há de se chegar esse amor zero quilômetro! Enquanto ele não aparece, vou botar uma música aqui bem no clima "I´m in the mood for love". &lt;br /&gt;Descobri esse grupo, Alex Cuba Band, no site do rapaz que indiquei logo aí embaixo, Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;Então, se você já tem alguém especial, diminua a luz do ambiente e chame a criatura para dançar. &lt;br /&gt;Ai de mim que sou romântica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LO MISMO QUE YO (IF ONLY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tan grande&lt;br /&gt;Este vacio que dejaste.&lt;br /&gt;Que no se&lt;br /&gt;Si en mi inocencía soy culpable.&lt;br /&gt;Es como una primavera&lt;br /&gt;Casí oscura sin colores.&lt;br /&gt;When you left I felt this&lt;br /&gt;emptiness move in.&lt;br /&gt;Since you've gone,&lt;br /&gt;well I just don't know what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;I only wish that springhad never shown&lt;br /&gt;its colours around my door.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora&lt;br /&gt;Sientes lo mismo que yo.&lt;br /&gt;No importa&lt;br /&gt;Lo que entre los dos pasó&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me pides que te olvide&lt;br /&gt;Pero sabes que me quieres.&lt;br /&gt;If onlyoh if you could only see.&lt;br /&gt;If onlyyou knew how lonely I've been.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then you'll find a reason&lt;br /&gt;to mend this heart I can't repair.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me pides que te olvide&lt;br /&gt;Pero sabes que me quieres. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-7155437885671561844?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/7155437885671561844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=7155437885671561844' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7155437885671561844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7155437885671561844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/02/de-rosto-colado.html' title='De rosto colado'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-5969781739253512668</id><published>2008-02-11T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:08:32.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para a trilha sonora do ano que vem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/7l74d1fmZbw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/7l74d1fmZbw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Comecei 2008 mirando 2009. Não que 2008 esteja predestinado a passar em brancas nuvens em minha história, nada disso. &lt;br /&gt;Digamos assim: este é o ano-tijolo. Ano que vem quero que seja o ano-casa.&lt;br /&gt;Então, quando eu finalmente estiver à frente da casa de 2009, uma das músicas que quero ouvir é essa aí, do norte-americano Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS WONDERFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a crane to build a crane&lt;br /&gt;It takes two floors to make a story&lt;br /&gt;It takes an egg to make a hen&lt;br /&gt;It takes a hen to make an egg&lt;br /&gt;There is no end to what I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a thought to make a word&lt;br /&gt;And it takes some words to make an action&lt;br /&gt;And it takes some work to make it work&lt;br /&gt;It takes some good to make it hurt&lt;br /&gt;It takes some bad for satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life goes full circle&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a night to make it dawn&lt;br /&gt;And it takes a day to make you yawn brother&lt;br /&gt;And it takes some old to make you young&lt;br /&gt;It takes some cold to know the sun&lt;br /&gt;It takes the one to have the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it takes no time to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;But it takes you years to know what love is&lt;br /&gt;And it takes some fears to make you trust&lt;br /&gt;It takes some tears to make it rust&lt;br /&gt;It takes the dust to HAVE it polished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life goes full circle&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes some silence to make sound&lt;br /&gt;And it takes a loss before you found it&lt;br /&gt;And it takes a road to go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;It takes a toll to make you care&lt;br /&gt;It takes a hole to MAKE a mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la life goes full circle&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la life is meaningful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la life is meaningful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is full of&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la life is so full of love&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is meaningful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la life is full of&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la life is so full of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-5969781739253512668?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/5969781739253512668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=5969781739253512668' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5969781739253512668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5969781739253512668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/02/para-trilha-sonora-do-ano-que-vem.html' title='Para a trilha sonora do ano que vem'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-7486681260344587224</id><published>2008-02-10T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T19:19:19.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tango'/><title type='text'>Hablas español</title><content type='html'>Na seqüência, mais versos em espanhol.&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez, do Gotan Project, grupo do qual aprendi a gostar láaa em 2003, por obra da minha guru musical Marina (que nunca dá as caras nesta discoteca virtual).&lt;br /&gt;Não é a minha música favorita deles, mas fiquei babando com esse clip. Exemplo de como idéias e técnicas simples, e até mesmo batidas, podem recuperar seu encanto quando adotadas com discernimento e criatividade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - a dica é chupada descaradamente do blog da Rê Piza (repiza.blogspot.com). Lá, o título do post é "Porqué esperar para cambiar". Boa pergunta para começar a semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wZk-LJ_KCMg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wZk-LJ_KCMg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el mundo habrá un lugar&lt;br /&gt;para cada despertar&lt;br /&gt;un jardín de pan y de poesía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque puestos a soñar&lt;br /&gt;fácil es imaginar&lt;br /&gt;esta humanidad en harmonía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vibra mi mente al pensar&lt;br /&gt;en la posibilidad&lt;br /&gt;de encontrar un rumbo diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para abrir de par en par&lt;br /&gt;los cuadernos del amor&lt;br /&gt;del gauchaje y de toda la gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué bueno che , qué lindo es&lt;br /&gt;reírnos como hermanos&lt;br /&gt;Porqué esperar para cambiar&lt;br /&gt;de murga y de compás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotan Project - Diferente&lt;br /&gt;(Eduardo Makaroff)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-7486681260344587224?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/7486681260344587224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=7486681260344587224' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7486681260344587224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7486681260344587224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/02/hablas-espaol.html' title='Hablas español'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-1853659852528306649</id><published>2008-02-08T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:02:21.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop latino'/><title type='text'>El amor a primera vista no funciona en mí</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem que essa música está passando direto na Sony e essa dica não tem nada de "exclusiva".&lt;br /&gt;E tudo bem também que o clip é chato.&lt;br /&gt;E tudo bem que a frase "yo probé tu desempeño en el amor" não é assim algo que conquistaria moçoilas de ouvidos sensíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas...&lt;br /&gt;1. Vai que alguém não viu na tv, heim?&lt;br /&gt;2. Assim eu empato com meu post anterior (clip fofo para música marromeno)&lt;br /&gt;3. E a frase "el amor a primera vista no funciona en mí" é um refresco num universo musical de "paixões fulminantes &amp; impossíveis que nos deixam em ruínas"&lt;br /&gt;Viva o amor leve e doce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esclarecimientos feitos, aí vai "Perfecta", da banda Miranda (???) e de Julieta Venegas (a mexicana que canta "Limon y Sal", hit das minhas férias no Uruguai).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jjp6Iag0GL8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jjp6Iag0GL8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan pronto yo te vi&lt;br /&gt;No pude descubrir&lt;br /&gt;El amor a primera vista no funciona en mí&lt;br /&gt;Después de amarte comprendí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no estaría tan mal&lt;br /&gt;Probar tu otra mitad&lt;br /&gt;No me importó si arruinaríamos nuestra amistad&lt;br /&gt;No me importó ya que mas da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Éramos tan buenos amigos hasta hoy&lt;br /&gt;Que yo probé tu desempeño en el amor&lt;br /&gt;Me aproveché de que habíamos tomando tanto&lt;br /&gt;Te fuiste dejando y te agarré&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de saber que estaba todo mal&lt;br /&gt;Lo continuamos hasta juntos terminar&lt;br /&gt;Cuando caímos en lo que estaba pasando&lt;br /&gt;Te seguí besando y fue…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo tu no necesito mas&lt;br /&gt;Te adoraría lo que dure la eternidad&lt;br /&gt;Debes ser perfecta para…&lt;br /&gt;Perfecto para... perfecto para mi&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como fue&lt;br /&gt;Que de papel cambié&lt;br /&gt;Eres mi amiga y ahora eres mi mujer&lt;br /&gt;Debes ser perfectamente&lt;br /&gt;Exactamente&lt;br /&gt;Lo que yo siempre soñé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo que paso&lt;br /&gt;Resulto aun mejor&lt;br /&gt;Nos conocíamos&lt;br /&gt;Pero antes si sabíamos&lt;br /&gt;Lo que queríamos los dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces el amor&lt;br /&gt;Nos tiene de rehén&lt;br /&gt;Seré tu eterna enamorada&lt;br /&gt;Y te aseguro que&lt;br /&gt;Todas las noches te amaré&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-1853659852528306649?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/1853659852528306649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=1853659852528306649' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1853659852528306649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1853659852528306649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/02/el-amor-primera-vista-no-funciona-en-m.html' title='El amor a primera vista no funciona en mí'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-2586267581293934253</id><published>2008-02-06T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T07:00:51.435-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock nacional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica brasileira'/><title type='text'>Sete vidas</title><content type='html'>Gatófila que sou, mais cedo ou mais tarde eu ia acabar encontrando esse clip.&lt;br /&gt;Mas pense num "mais tarde".&lt;br /&gt;O namorido disse ontem, quando mostrei para ele a minha nova "descoberta", que ele fez uma matéria sobre essa banda ("Gram") em 2003!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, como diz o ditado, "antes tarde do que nunca".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GetEmMbTnro&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GetEmMbTnro&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-2586267581293934253?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/2586267581293934253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=2586267581293934253' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/2586267581293934253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/2586267581293934253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/02/sete-vidas.html' title='Sete vidas'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-2070668566378890120</id><published>2008-02-06T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T07:08:28.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Combina com vinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/7NScBJtKkrk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/7NScBJtKkrk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taí um tipo de jazz que eu adoro, pense no tanto que eu adoro...&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei superfeliz de conhecer a música dessa moça norte-americana, Stacey Kent, que me lembra a suavidade da música de Madeleyne Peyroux. As duas cantam tão bem em inglês como em francês.&lt;br /&gt;Virei fã da Stacey, que tem em sua obra algumas releituras de músicas pra lá de conhecidas e admiradas, como "I´ve got a crush on you", "What a wonderful world" e, que beleza!, de versões da bossa nova, de que gosto tanto. Não deixe de ouvir "Samba Saravah", onde ela canta em francês sua versão particular de "é melhor ser alegre que ser triste".&lt;br /&gt;Mas, resolvi compartilhar uma música linda que é novidade pra mim (embora seja bem antiga, descobri que já foi gravada por Judy Garland), então lá vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BOY NEXT DOOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I saw him smile&lt;br /&gt;I knew he was just my style&lt;br /&gt;My only regret is we've never met&lt;br /&gt;Though I dream of him all the while&lt;br /&gt;But he doesn't know I exist&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I may persist&lt;br /&gt;So it's clear to see there's no hope for me&lt;br /&gt;Though I live at fifty-one-thirty-five Kensington Avenue&lt;br /&gt;And he lives at fifty-one-thirty-three&lt;br /&gt;How can I ignore the boy next door&lt;br /&gt;I love him more than I can say&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't try to please me&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't even tease me&lt;br /&gt;And he never sees me glance his way&lt;br /&gt;And though I'm heart-sore, the boy next door&lt;br /&gt;Affection for me won't display&lt;br /&gt;I just adore him&lt;br /&gt;So I can't ignore him&lt;br /&gt;The boy next door&lt;br /&gt;I just adore him&lt;br /&gt;So I can't ignore him&lt;br /&gt;The boy next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-2070668566378890120?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/2070668566378890120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=2070668566378890120' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/2070668566378890120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/2070668566378890120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/02/combina-com-vinho.html' title='Combina com vinho'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-9199162201884676118</id><published>2008-01-31T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T18:30:28.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antony and the johnsons'/><title type='text'>Devotion</title><content type='html'>O Emi ganhou de amigo-secreto o livro "1001 Discos Para Ouvir Antes de Morrer". Coloquei ao lado do laptop e, sempre que posso, lá vou eu em busca das dicas.&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei algumas coisas legais, outras estranhas, um pouco de falcatrua.&lt;br /&gt;E pequenas jóias, como essa canção.&lt;br /&gt;Ela faz parte do disco "I am a bird now", da banda Antony &amp; The Johnsons, da qual nunca havia ouvido falar até... meia hora atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A capa chamou minha atenção. Em preto-e-branco, uma mulher deitada numa cama, olhando em direção à câmera.&lt;br /&gt;Descubro no texto que não se trata de uma mulher.&lt;br /&gt;É Candy Darling, um transexual que viveu seus 15 minutos de fama ao aparecer em filmes do Andy Warhol. A identidade sexual, fico sabendo ao longo do texto, é um dos temas que preocupam Antony.&lt;br /&gt;Será essa inquietação e o possível preconceito sofrido que o levaram a pintar o amor de forma tão dolorosa em "Fistfull of love"?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei. É especulação minha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também não quero reduzir essa música tão linda a uma única interpretação.&lt;br /&gt;Porque, de um jeito ou de outro, todos nós sabemos que o amor pode machucar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, acho que sempre machuca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CImsEJHYyv4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CImsEJHYyv4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lying in my bed last night staring &lt;br /&gt;At a ceiling full of stars &lt;br /&gt;When it suddenly hit me &lt;br /&gt;I just have to let you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live together in a photograph of time &lt;br /&gt;I look into your eyes &lt;br /&gt;And the seas open up to me &lt;br /&gt;I tell you I love you &lt;br /&gt;And I always will &lt;br /&gt;And I know you can't tell me &lt;br /&gt;I know you can't tell me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm left to pick up &lt;br /&gt;The hints, the little symbols of your devotion &lt;br /&gt;So I'm left to pick up &lt;br /&gt;The hints, the little symbols of your devotion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel your fists &lt;br /&gt;And I know it's out of love &lt;br /&gt;And I feel the whip &lt;br /&gt;And I know it's out of love &lt;br /&gt;And I feel your burning eyes burning holes &lt;br /&gt;Straight through my heart &lt;br /&gt;It's out of love &lt;br /&gt;It's out of love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept and I collect upon my body &lt;br /&gt;The memories of your devotion &lt;br /&gt;I accept and I collect upon by body &lt;br /&gt;The memories of your devotion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel your fists &lt;br /&gt;And I know it's out of love &lt;br /&gt;And I feel the whip &lt;br /&gt;And I know it's out of love &lt;br /&gt;And I feel your burning eyes burning holes &lt;br /&gt;Straight through my heart &lt;br /&gt;It's out of love, ooh hoo &lt;br /&gt;It's out of love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a little bit serious love &lt;br /&gt;Give me a little full love &lt;br /&gt;Be full of love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fists, fists, fists full of love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-9199162201884676118?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/9199162201884676118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=9199162201884676118' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/9199162201884676118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/9199162201884676118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/01/devotion.html' title='Devotion'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-4719596190256039480</id><published>2008-01-25T06:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:46:56.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance with me, babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ggCgTMeFh1U' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ggCgTMeFh1U'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Opa! &lt;br /&gt;Mal eu declarei que estava precisando de descobertas para poder sugerir, eis que minha irmã Lisaura me aparece com esta música delícia aqui. Não precisei nem escutar toda para correr para o blog e compartilhar esse suíngue. &lt;br /&gt;Quem são Gabin e Dee Dee Bridgewater? &lt;br /&gt;Boa pergunta, queridos! Quando eu descobrir eu conto! Esses dois me parecem bons filões de música boa. &lt;br /&gt;A conferir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTO MY SOUL &lt;br /&gt;- Gabin feat. Dee Dee Bridgewater -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a trip to the mountains&lt;br /&gt;I saw you trapped up in the cable-way&lt;br /&gt;I prayed that you would fall&lt;br /&gt;And come floating down to me, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall free style&lt;br /&gt;You down from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’ve been waiting&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say leap into my arms, babe&lt;br /&gt;C´mon dive into my soul&lt;br /&gt;C´mon jump into my heart, babe&lt;br /&gt;C´mon dive into my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say leap into my arms, babe&lt;br /&gt;C´mon dive into the snow&lt;br /&gt;C´mon jump into my bob-sled&lt;br /&gt;C´mon dive into my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say Don´t look back, look back&lt;br /&gt;I say Don´t look back, look back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-4719596190256039480?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/4719596190256039480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=4719596190256039480' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4719596190256039480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4719596190256039480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/01/dance-with-me-babe.html' title='Dance with me, babe'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-1500733158555025060</id><published>2008-01-23T14:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T14:46:55.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicadeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/NNGfxU7PArY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/NNGfxU7PArY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pense num CD que quero ouvir inteirinho: esse que a Fernanda Takai, do Pato Fu, gravou em homenagem à Nara Leão.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou exatamente uma fã da Nara Leão - e olha que eu amo bossa nova. Mas as músicas são bonitas e, quem sabe por meio da regravação, eu acabe não me interessando pelo original? Às vezes o melhor caminho pode ser o inverso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIZ QUE FUI POR AÍ&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém perguntar por mim&lt;br /&gt;Diz que fui por aí&lt;br /&gt;Levando o violão embaixo do braço&lt;br /&gt;Em qualquer esquina eu paro&lt;br /&gt;Em qualquer botequim eu entro&lt;br /&gt;Se houver motivo&lt;br /&gt;É mais um samba que eu faço&lt;br /&gt;Se quiserem saber se volto&lt;br /&gt;Diga que sim&lt;br /&gt;Mas só depois que a saudade se afastar de mim&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um violão para me acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muitos amigos, eu sou popular&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a madrugada como companheira&lt;br /&gt;A saudade me dói, o meu peito me rói&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou na cidade, eu estou na favela&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou por aí&lt;br /&gt;Sempre pensando nela &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-1500733158555025060?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/1500733158555025060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=1500733158555025060' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1500733158555025060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1500733158555025060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2008/01/delicadeza.html' title='Delicadeza'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-3897894633616212447</id><published>2007-12-27T09:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T09:43:30.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui tem sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/XN-kCnnhh1o' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/XN-kCnnhh1o'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eita lelê. &lt;br /&gt;2007 veio para arrombar as portas do conhecido. Isso não aconteceu só comigo não. Se bobear, contigo também.&lt;br /&gt;Lá vamos nós para 2008, e que o desconhecido seja um lado mais ensolarado da rua.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos a todos e que cada um se movimente ao máximo possível para fazer de 2008 um ótimo ano.&lt;br /&gt;Faça sua parte, seja uma boa pessoa, descruze os braços para fazer o que tem vontade de fazer! - não sendo crime, vai com fé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. O clipe não é bom, já viu, né. Mas a música é legal e passa uma boa energia, o que muito nos interessa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE SUNNY SIDE OF THE STREET - Cindy Lauper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab your coat and get your hat&lt;br /&gt;Leave your worries on the doorstep&lt;br /&gt;Life can be so sweet&lt;br /&gt;On the sunny side of the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear the pitter-pat&lt;br /&gt;And that happy tune is your step&lt;br /&gt;Life can be complete&lt;br /&gt;On the sunny side of the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to walk in the shade with my blues on parade&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not afraid...this rover's crossed over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I never had a cent&lt;br /&gt;I'd be rich as Rockefeller&lt;br /&gt;Gold dust at my feet&lt;br /&gt;On the sunny side of the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to walk in the shade with them blues on parade&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not afraid... this rover has crossed over&lt;br /&gt;Now if I never made one cent&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be rich as Rockefeller&lt;br /&gt;There will be goldust at my feet&lt;br /&gt;On the sunny, sunny side of the street&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-3897894633616212447?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/3897894633616212447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=3897894633616212447' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3897894633616212447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3897894633616212447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/12/aqui-tem-sol.html' title='Aqui tem sol'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-4246226046505805140</id><published>2007-12-23T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T16:07:19.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='björk'/><title type='text'>I remember you</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;E eu e o Emi decidimos que se um dia bater a vontade de casarmos "de papel passadamente", A Música da cerimônia é essa: I Remember You.&lt;br /&gt;É a mais linda. A mais "nós".&lt;br /&gt;Há versões maravilhosas dessa canção, incluindo a de Chet Baker.&lt;br /&gt;Mas aqui vai a primeira versão que ouvimos: uma interpretação doce e sensível de Björk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGTowmkIk-g&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGTowmkIk-g&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember you&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who made my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;A few kisses ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember you&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who said "I love you, too"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do, didn'tcha know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, too, a distant bell and stars that fell&lt;br /&gt;Like the rain out of the blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my life is through&lt;br /&gt;And the angels ask me to recall&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of it all&lt;br /&gt;Then I will tell them I remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, too, a distant bell and stars that fell&lt;br /&gt;Just like the rain out of the blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my life is through&lt;br /&gt;And the angels ask me to recall&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of it all&lt;br /&gt;Then I will tell them I remember, tell them I remember&lt;br /&gt;Tell them I remember you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-4246226046505805140?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/4246226046505805140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=4246226046505805140' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4246226046505805140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/4246226046505805140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-remember-you.html' title='I remember you'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-7665182071560223199</id><published>2007-12-23T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T15:55:28.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macy gray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Cá estou eu, subvertendo a ordem desse blog, que é apresentar músicas novas, para tirar uma lá do fundo do baú...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o motivo é especial: essa vai pra Débora, que está de mudança para Brasília.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, eu sei que já moramos em Estados diferentes e tal. Que continuaremos tão próximas quanto antes etc.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim, sinto necessidade de uma despedida.&lt;br /&gt;Um adeus com muita saudade e carinho à essa fase pela qual nós duas passamos que foi chegar a Fortaleza, fazer dessa cidade um lar, e partir em busca de novos horizontes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em homenagem àquela época, aí vai a música que cantamos tantas vezes a plenos pulmões, "embreagadamente", voltando felizes daquelas baladas incríveis.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada, Dé, por esses grandes bons momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsTk2xp0nvY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsTk2xp0nvY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-7665182071560223199?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/7665182071560223199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=7665182071560223199' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7665182071560223199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7665182071560223199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/12/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-250851580601482507</id><published>2007-12-15T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:09:45.043-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica brasileira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adriana calcanhoto'/><title type='text'>Allonz-y dansons!</title><content type='html'>Mais um momento vive le français. Dessa vez, em versão baião. Ah, que isso é bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava no mercado, fazendo compras para o jantar natalino com as amigas, e quando percebi já estava me requebrando toda no setor de hortifruti ao som dessa música - hello Mico!&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela é mesmo contagiante, como vocês podem ver na performance da linda bailarina do vídeo abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;Aprenda a lição!&lt;br /&gt;Dance o baião!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xAdypCT5bs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xAdypCT5bs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lição de baião*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un, deux&lt;br /&gt;S'il vous plaît&lt;br /&gt;Montrez ma chérie&lt;br /&gt;Que vous savez danser..(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogue o corpo para lá&lt;br /&gt;Jogue o corpo para cá&lt;br /&gt;O corpo e...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo legal prá começar...(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu Renato, o professor&lt;br /&gt;Já vai chegar prá lhe explicar&lt;br /&gt;E os defeitos seu Renato&lt;br /&gt;Logo os corrigirá...(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apprenez la leçon&lt;br /&gt;Dansez le baion&lt;br /&gt;Allons-y dansons&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Que c’est bon!...(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un, deux&lt;br /&gt;S'il vous plaît&lt;br /&gt;Montrez ma chérie&lt;br /&gt;Que vous savez danser..(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogue o corpo para lá&lt;br /&gt;Jogue o corpo para cá&lt;br /&gt;O corpo e...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo legal prá começar...(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu Renato, o professor&lt;br /&gt;Já vai chegar prá lhe explicar&lt;br /&gt;E os defeitos seu Renato&lt;br /&gt;Logo os corrigirá...(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apprenez la leçon&lt;br /&gt;Dansez le baion&lt;br /&gt;Allons-y dansons&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Que c’est bon!...(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un, deux&lt;br /&gt;S'il vous plaît&lt;br /&gt;Montrez ma chérie&lt;br /&gt;Que vous savez danser..(7x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un, deux&lt;br /&gt;S'il vous plaît...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Composição: Jadir de Castro / Daniel Marechal&lt;br /&gt;Interpretada por Adriana Calcanhoto no cd Adriana Partimpim (www.adrianapartimpim.com.br/)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-250851580601482507?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/250851580601482507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=250851580601482507' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/250851580601482507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/250851580601482507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/12/allonz-y-dansons.html' title='Allonz-y dansons!'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-5828503592063260400</id><published>2007-12-10T18:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T18:22:22.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh la lá!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/mx6Rgnyk4os' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/mx6Rgnyk4os'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;É, tenho mesmo de aprender francês! &lt;br /&gt;Não falo nada além dos très basiquinhos "merci", "bonjour" etc., mas pelo tanto que gosto de ouvir músicas francesas, é um caminho pra lá de coerente. Nenhum sacrifício nisso, até pelo tanto que adoro aprender sobre culturas e idiomas diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto bastante dessa música, mais ainda do vídeo e mais ainda do cantante! &lt;br /&gt;Thomas Dutronc é filho do casal de músicos Françoise Hardy e Jacques Dutronc, que marcaram época nos anos 60. Ele é fã da obra de Django Reinhardt, violonista cigano que nasceu na Bélgica e virou referência no jazz. Essa paixão do francês pelo violão, banjo e afins fica evidente logo nos primeiros contatos com a música dele.&lt;br /&gt;Das músicas de Thomas que ouvi, a que gostei mais se chama "Nasdaq", que tem a participação de alguma brasileira que ainda não descobri quem é. Não achei o vídeo de "Nasdaq" no You Tube, mas vale a pena baixar. Aceito pitacos sobre a identidade da brasileira misteriosa. &lt;br /&gt;Mas vamos à letra da música do vídeo postado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J´AIME PLUS PARIS&lt;br /&gt;Je fais le plein d'essence,&lt;br /&gt;Je pense aux vacances,&lt;br /&gt;Je fais la gueule,&lt;br /&gt;Et je suis pas le seul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le ciel est gris,&lt;br /&gt;les gens aigris&lt;br /&gt;je suis pressé&lt;br /&gt;je suis stressé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'aime plus paris&lt;br /&gt;on court partout ca m'ennuie&lt;br /&gt;je vois trop de gens,&lt;br /&gt;je me fous de leur vie&lt;br /&gt;j'ai pas le temps, &lt;br /&gt;je suis si bien dans mon lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prépare une arche&lt;br /&gt;delanoë&lt;br /&gt;tu vois bien,&lt;br /&gt;qu'on veut se barrer&lt;br /&gt;même plaqué or, paris est mort&lt;br /&gt;il est 5 hors, paris s'endort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je sens qu'j'étouffe&lt;br /&gt;je manque de souffle&lt;br /&gt;je suis tout pale&lt;br /&gt;sur un petit pouf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'aime plus paris,&lt;br /&gt;non mais on se prend pour qui,&lt;br /&gt;jveux voir personne,&lt;br /&gt;coupez mon téléphone&lt;br /&gt;vivre comme les nones,&lt;br /&gt;jparle pas de john&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'aime plus paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passé le périph,&lt;br /&gt;les pauvres r&lt;br /&gt;n'ont pas le bon gout&lt;br /&gt;d'etre millionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pour ces parias,&lt;br /&gt;la ville lumière&lt;br /&gt;c'est tout au bout,&lt;br /&gt;du RER&lt;br /&gt;y a plus de titi&lt;br /&gt;mais des minets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paris sous cloche&lt;br /&gt;ca me gavroche&lt;br /&gt;il est finit, le paris d'Audiard&lt;br /&gt;Mais aujourd'hui, voir celui d'édiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'aime plus paris,&lt;br /&gt;non mais on se prend pour qui,&lt;br /&gt;je vois trop de gens&lt;br /&gt;je me fous de leur vie&lt;br /&gt;j'ai pas le temps&lt;br /&gt;je suis si bien dans mon lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'irais bien, voir la mer&lt;br /&gt;écouter les gens se tairent&lt;br /&gt;j'irais bien boire une bière&lt;br /&gt;faire le tour de la terre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'aime plus paris,&lt;br /&gt;non mais on se prend pour qui&lt;br /&gt;je vois trop de gens&lt;br /&gt;je me fous de leur vie&lt;br /&gt;j'ai pas le temps&lt;br /&gt;je suis si bien dans mon lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pourtant paris,&lt;br /&gt;c'est toute ma vie&lt;br /&gt;c'est la plus belle&lt;br /&gt;j'en fais le pari&lt;br /&gt;il n'y a qu'elle&lt;br /&gt;c'est bien l'ennuie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'aime plus paris.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-5828503592063260400?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/5828503592063260400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=5828503592063260400' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5828503592063260400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5828503592063260400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/12/uh-la-l_7630.html' title='Uh la lá!'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-6671321546148358489</id><published>2007-12-05T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:18:16.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elza soares'/><title type='text'>Eu fui</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;e foi lindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elza Soares me comoveu com Chora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por sorte, encontrei no Youtube um vídeo que gravaram bem no show que assisti no último sábado, no Sesc Pinheiros. Sério: ela não precisava do microfone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É de encher os zói d'água...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nB6UgYAGGL0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nB6UgYAGGL0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chora, desabafa seu peito,&lt;br /&gt;Chora, você tem o direito,&lt;br /&gt;Se tratando de amor&lt;br /&gt;qualquer um pode chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Não se envergonhe do pranto que é&lt;br /&gt;privilégio de quem sabe amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não teve amor nunca sofreu,&lt;br /&gt;E desconhece o que é agonia.&lt;br /&gt;Abra o peito e deixe o pranto livre como eu&lt;br /&gt;Ah, desabafe a melancolia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la, la, la, la ri la la, la....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-6671321546148358489?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/6671321546148358489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=6671321546148358489' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/6671321546148358489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/6671321546148358489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/12/eu-fui.html' title='Eu fui'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-7509576827622830764</id><published>2007-12-03T14:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:16:52.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai melhorar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/SGTDRztaCCw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/SGTDRztaCCw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu hem. &lt;br /&gt;De ontem para hoje soube de cada marmota em fim de amores que eram para sempre. Tem por aí alguns corações queridos pra mim que andam partidos. Não sei se tudo o que mata realmente fortalece.&lt;br /&gt;Na crença de que a frase acima faz algum sentido, fiquei pensando em compartilhar aqui essa música da Regina Spektor, cantora nascida na Rússia mas criada em Nova Iorque. Gosto bastante da música e do vídeo, que me passa um bando de insights sobre esses encontros e desencontros amorosos. &lt;br /&gt;E nele, a última cena me deixa uma mensagem positiva. Uma esperança. &lt;br /&gt;É o que desejo aos de coração partido hoje. &lt;br /&gt;PS. Sorry, sou canceriana e não posso evitar sentimentalismos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIDELITY&lt;br /&gt;I never loved nobody fully&lt;br /&gt;Always one foot on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And by protecting my heart truly&lt;br /&gt;I got lost in the sounds&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all this music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suppose I never met you&lt;br /&gt;Suppose we never fell in love&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never ever saw you&lt;br /&gt;Suppose we never ever called&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Break my fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends say that of course its gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;Better better better better&lt;br /&gt;Better better better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never love nobody fully&lt;br /&gt;Always one foot on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And by protecting by heart truly&lt;br /&gt;I got lost&lt;br /&gt;In the sounds&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All this music&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all of these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all of these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all of this music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaks my&lt;br /&gt;Heart&lt;br /&gt;Breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-7509576827622830764?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/7509576827622830764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=7509576827622830764' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7509576827622830764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7509576827622830764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/12/vai-melhorar.html' title='Vai melhorar'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-5033174331078649389</id><published>2007-11-30T16:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T16:05:14.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortaleza: uma grande embarcação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/MmK8ScpVbBQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/MmK8ScpVbBQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Confesso que não tenho a mínima afinidade (para não dizer outra coisa) com a chamada música cearense. Não é porque nasci em Fortaleza que sou obrigada a gostar de Fagner, Fausto Nilo e outros menos votados. Mas adoro a música de Paula Tesser e de seu marido Valdo Aderaldo. Música urbana, crônicas de Fortaleza (e da França), inegável identificação com a bossa nova, qualidade vocal ímpar... Várias coisas me agradamn na dupla. Com essa onda de (boas) novas cantoras brasileiras é uma pena Paula ainda não ter sido descoberta.&lt;br /&gt;No You Tube, só consegui encontrar esse registro de um show que eles fizeram por aqui. Nem é minha música preferida deles e, ainda assim, acho o ritmo irresistível e a letra... Bem, a letra fala de Fortaleza e, no fundo, sou uma bairrista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortaleza: Retrato do Vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A onda do artista&lt;br /&gt;O retrato do vento que eu tirei&lt;br /&gt;Vou surfando sem fim&lt;br /&gt;A vaga que eu mesmo levantei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prancha o papel&lt;br /&gt;No papel o desenho&lt;br /&gt;E eu:&lt;br /&gt;Arquiteto navegador&lt;br /&gt;Vou curvando o concreto&lt;br /&gt;Na casa suspensa&lt;br /&gt;Pelos ares que eu pintei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A praia, a pedra, a visão&lt;br /&gt;Fortaleza: uma grande embarcação&lt;br /&gt;O céu dali vai florir&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando a ilusão&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-5033174331078649389?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/5033174331078649389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=5033174331078649389' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5033174331078649389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5033174331078649389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/11/fortaleza-uma-grande-embarcao.html' title='Fortaleza: uma grande embarcação'/><author><name>Patrícia Karam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238319608396652450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-7298270125249656827</id><published>2007-11-21T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T06:03:07.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zutons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amy winehouse'/><title type='text'>Covers e mais covers</title><content type='html'>Adoro covers.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro.&lt;br /&gt;No meu computador, tenho uma pastinha só com interpretações diferentes de canções já conhecidas.&lt;br /&gt;Minha atração por essas versões têm um quê de subversão (com o perdão do trocadilho).&lt;br /&gt;É pegar algo que está ali _pronto &amp; instituído!_ e transformar em algo seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é melhorar _embora às vezes melhore. E não é piorar _embora às vezes piore.&lt;br /&gt;É mostrar que não existe um "formato definitivo" para nada.&lt;br /&gt;É experimentar em cima do que já existe em busca de novas nuances, novos sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;E viver não é bem assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem quiser, tem um mundo pronto aí fora. Um trabalho no qual você apenas se encaixa, manuais e manuais sobre como conduzir seus relacionamentos, guias que ensinam como curtir sua viagem de férias, listas com os dez livros que você tem que ler e opiniões enlatadas para consumo imediato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser, pode ter tudo isso.&lt;br /&gt;E quem quiser, pode se apropriar de tudo isso.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que tem uma diferença aí, não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas chega de botequim`s philosophy  e vamos ao que interessa: Descobri no último findi esse cover que a Amy Winehouse fez para "Valerie", dos Zutons.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro as duas versões, embora veja muitas diferenças entre elas.&lt;br /&gt;Se na versão masculina o sentimento de abandono é mais "puto da cara" e exige: "stop making a fool out of me!", na voz rouca de Amy, a sensação é de nostalgia pelo amor perdido, com um pedido: "stop making a fool out of me...".&lt;br /&gt;Mas essa sou eu dando minha interpretação para a interpretação deles.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Escute ambas e me dê a sua versão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CJzMkvJUno&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CJzMkvJUno&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MkYtU8i1TPk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MkYtU8i1TPk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-7298270125249656827?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/7298270125249656827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=7298270125249656827' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7298270125249656827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/7298270125249656827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/11/covers-e-mais-covers.html' title='Covers e mais covers'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-8204767990211113761</id><published>2007-11-18T15:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T15:10:41.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra começar a semana muito bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/YfJrwLJJp3A' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/YfJrwLJJp3A'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pense numa cantora boa de se ouvir. Madeleine Peyroux nasceu nos Estados Unidos, mas morou na França. No período em que viveu na Europa, percorreu vários países para cantar clássicos do jazz.&lt;br /&gt;O repertório da moça tem várias, várias músicas deliciosas. Escolho essa pra compartilhar nesse blog porque tem uma leveza e um otimismo que espero que caracterizem os próximos dias.&lt;br /&gt;Bons ventos nos conduzam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´M ALRIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;He made me cry&lt;br /&gt;He smoked his doggies in bed&lt;br /&gt;But I'm all right&lt;br /&gt;I'm all right&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely before&lt;br /&gt;I asked the boy for a few kind words&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a novel instead&lt;br /&gt;But I'm all right&lt;br /&gt;I'm all right&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely before&lt;br /&gt;It's fine, it's OK&lt;br /&gt;It was wrong either way&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much fun when you're drinking wine&lt;br /&gt;He got drunk, he fell down&lt;br /&gt;He threw a few of my things around&lt;br /&gt;But I'm all right&lt;br /&gt;I'm all right&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to believe healthy cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;But I have to conceive that wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;You're still driving my car&lt;br /&gt;Sticks and stones break my bones&lt;br /&gt;But tears don't leave any scars&lt;br /&gt;So I'm all alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alright&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alright&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;He played solitaire in bed&lt;br /&gt;Used to blow bubbles in bed&lt;br /&gt;He sang Christmas songs in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-8204767990211113761?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/8204767990211113761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=8204767990211113761' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/8204767990211113761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/8204767990211113761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/11/pra-comear-semana-muito-bem.html' title='Pra começar a semana muito bem'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-1248144366033310452</id><published>2007-11-15T11:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:24:56.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presos no tráfego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/tup7kMoCSrc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/tup7kMoCSrc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eis um cantor esquisito, a começar pelo nome: Hawksley Workman. Ele é tão estranho que o bonequinho que o representa no clipe consegue ser mais bonito que ele. Para completar, ele é canadense – terra de Bryan Adams (argh) e Celine Dion (argh múltiplos). Mas não é que com tantos senões, Workman fez esse clipe delicado e cativante da canção “No reason to cry out your eyes”? E bastaram uma batidinha e refrão pegajosos. Ah, a participação de La Môme herself, ou melhor Marion Cotillard, também ajuda bastante. Sim, essa moça chorosa é a intérprete da grande Edith Piaf. Quem ainda não viu a cinebiografia está perdendo uma atuação para a qual não existem adjetivos suficientes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reason to cry out your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brake lights&lt;br /&gt;Are really quite lovely&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of souls&lt;br /&gt;All stopping together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the highway tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason to cry out your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city&lt;br /&gt;Starts fading behind us&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of souls all wishing&lt;br /&gt;Things were better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness&lt;br /&gt;Is waiting to happen&lt;br /&gt;For people like us&lt;br /&gt;Not sure where we're going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the fading&lt;br /&gt;Watch everything go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness&lt;br /&gt;Is all that ever happens&lt;br /&gt;But we have our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Set dead on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-1248144366033310452?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/1248144366033310452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=1248144366033310452' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1248144366033310452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1248144366033310452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/11/presos-no-trfego.html' title='Presos no tráfego'/><author><name>Patrícia Karam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238319608396652450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-3648298320599935585</id><published>2007-11-10T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T10:52:40.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indiana'/><title type='text'>Do Hotel Chevalier a Darjeeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://binkythedoormat.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/darjeeling.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://binkythedoormat.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/darjeeling.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das minhas fontes favoritas de novas músicas é a trilha-sonora de filmes bacanas.&lt;br /&gt;Na Mostra Internacional de Cinema, que aconteceu aqui em SP no mês passado, eu me esbaldei também musicalmente. E é do novo filme de Wes Anderson, Viagem a Darjeeling, que vem a dica de hoje: "Where do you go to (my lovely)", de Peter Sarstedt.&lt;br /&gt;Para começo de conversa, o filme é maravilhoso _ainda melhor que "Os Excêntricos Tenembaums" e "A Vida Marinha com Steve Zissou", também de Anderson. Trata-se da história de três irmãos que viajam à Índia para procurar a mãe, que largou tudo e foi morar num convento.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos na sessão que vi (espero que seja assim em todas), Viagem a Darjeeling é precedido pelo hilário curta "Hotel Chevalier". Na verdade, pode até ser que o curta seja só a "primeira parte" do filme... O fato é que as duas peças se complementam e a música é a "cola" fundamental entre ambos.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a ela:&lt;br /&gt;"Where do you go..." foi lançada em 1969 e conta a história de uma moça pobre que passa a fazer parte da elite parisiense. Para mim, o que mais chama a atenção na música são as vaaárias referências àos ícones culturais da época, o que dá um gostinho a mais, mas pode dificultar um pouco o entendimento da letra. Por isso, alguns sites de letras oferecem também um "glossário" da canção (coloquei um no fim do post).&lt;br /&gt;Um detalhe que acabei de descobrir e que conecta ainda mais a música ao filme é que apesar do tom francês e de cantar em inglês, Peter é indiano.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem se interessar, tem um clip com Peter e seu bigodon no Youtube. Mas preferi colocar aqui esse, que traz imagens das pessoas e locais citados na música _com destaque para el charme de Sacha Distel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sAyJo02RCYM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sAyJo02RCYM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you go to (my lovely)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk like Marlene Dietrich&lt;br /&gt;And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire&lt;br /&gt;Your clothes are all made by Balmain&lt;br /&gt;And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live in a fancy apartment&lt;br /&gt;Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel&lt;br /&gt;Where you keep your Rolling Stones records&lt;br /&gt;And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go the embassy parties&lt;br /&gt;Where you talk in Russian and Greek&lt;br /&gt;And the youngmen who move in your circles&lt;br /&gt;They hang on every word you speak, yes they do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where do you go to my lovely&lt;br /&gt;When you're alone in your bed&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the thoughts that surround you&lt;br /&gt;I want to look inside your head, yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen all your qualifications&lt;br /&gt;You got from the Sorbonne&lt;br /&gt;And the painting you stole from Picasso&lt;br /&gt;Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go on your summer vacation&lt;br /&gt;You go to Juan-les-Pins&lt;br /&gt;With your carefully designed topless swimsuit&lt;br /&gt;You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the snow falls you're found in Saint Moritz&lt;br /&gt;With the others of the jet-set&lt;br /&gt;And you sip your Napoleon brandy&lt;br /&gt;But you never get your lips wet, no you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where do you go to my lovely&lt;br /&gt;When you're alone in your bed&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you&lt;br /&gt;I want to look inside your head, yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in between 20 and 30&lt;br /&gt;A very desirable age&lt;br /&gt;Your body is firm and inviting&lt;br /&gt;But you live on a glittering stage, yes you do, yes you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name, it is heard in high places&lt;br /&gt;You know the Aga Khan&lt;br /&gt;He sent you a racehorse for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh a-ha-ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that when you get married&lt;br /&gt;It'll be to a millionaire&lt;br /&gt;But they don't realize where you came from&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go to my lovely&lt;br /&gt;When you're alone in your bed&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the thoughts that surround you&lt;br /&gt;I want to look inside your head, yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the back streets of Naples&lt;br /&gt;Two children begging in rags&lt;br /&gt;Both touched with a burning ambition&lt;br /&gt;To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look into my face Marie-Claire&lt;br /&gt;And remember just who you are&lt;br /&gt;Then go and forget me forever&lt;br /&gt;But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where you go to my lovely&lt;br /&gt;When you're alone in your bed&lt;br /&gt;I know the thoughts that surround you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can look inside your head&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glossary:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlene Dietrich&lt;br /&gt;- U.S. actress born in Berlin, Germany on December 27, 1901. She came&lt;br /&gt;to the United States in 1930 and became a U.S. citizen in 1939.&lt;br /&gt;Died May 6, 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zizi (Renee) Jeanmaire&lt;br /&gt;- French dancer and actress. She played "Doro" in the 1952 made-for-TV&lt;br /&gt;musical "Hans Christian Andersen" starring Danny Kaye, which was&lt;br /&gt;choreographed by her husband, French dancer and choreographer,&lt;br /&gt;Roland Petit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balmain&lt;br /&gt;- French couturier Pierre Balmain (1914-1982).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boulevard Saint-Michel&lt;br /&gt;- a street in the Latin Quartier of Paris's Left Bank (south side of&lt;br /&gt;the River Seine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacha Distel&lt;br /&gt;- jazz singer/guitarist born in Paris, France January 29, 1933.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorbonne&lt;br /&gt;- college for theological studies at the University of Paris,&lt;br /&gt;bequeathed by Robert de Sorbon around 1257. The name Sorbonne became&lt;br /&gt;synonymous with the theological faculty of the university and later&lt;br /&gt;with the university itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan-les-Pins&lt;br /&gt;- Seaside resort on the coast of France between Cannes and Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Moritz&lt;br /&gt;- popular winter tourist town on Lake Saint Moritz in eastern&lt;br /&gt;Switzerland. Site of the Winter Olympics in 1928 and 1948.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aga Khan&lt;br /&gt;- spiritual leader, or imam, of the Ismaili sect of Shiite Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;The present Aga Khan (Aga Khan IV; real name Karim al-Hussain Shah;&lt;br /&gt;born December 13, 1936) is known primarily for his business&lt;br /&gt;interests, which include a thoroughbred-horse-breeding enterprise&lt;br /&gt;begun by his grandfather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-3648298320599935585?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/3648298320599935585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=3648298320599935585' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3648298320599935585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3648298320599935585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-hotel-chevalier-darjeeling.html' title='Do Hotel Chevalier a Darjeeling'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-2908449536959183012</id><published>2007-11-06T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:44:59.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opera'/><title type='text'>Ária</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gosto de ópera (e quase me chamei Celeste Aída!), mas não sou entendida no assunto, por isso sempre chego às obras por caminhos inusitados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Tristes Apprêts", a musica tema desse post, eu conheci via "Marie Antoinette", filme mais pop impossível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Segundo a Wikipedia... Trata-se de uma ária da ópera Castor e Pollux, de Jean-Phillipe Rameau (1683-1764), considerado um dos maiores compositores franceses, além de teórico da música do período barroco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Na mitologia grega, Castor e Pollux são irmãos gêmeos, filhos de Lêda e Zeus _para seduzi-la, o deus se transformou em cisne. Quando as crianças nasceram, Zeus reconheceu Pollux como seu filho e lhe concedeu a imortalidade. Mas Castor foi considerado filho do rei de Esparta, marido de Lêda, e, portanto, mortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Já adultos, Pollux e Castor apaixonaram-se pela mesma mulher, a princera Télaïre. Ela, por sua vez, amava Castor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Juntos, os irmãos entraram numa guerra contra o rei Lyncée, e, durante um combate, Castor é ferido e morre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Tristes Apprêts" é o lamento de Télaïre diante da morte de seu amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A letra é dramática sim e a interpretação, idem _afinal, é uma ópera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mas, para mim, não soa exagerado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Consigo imaginar esse grito de dor de forma completamente real e sincera. Presente com a mesma intensidade mesmo em momentos de silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Espero que vocês também gostem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oV4sGEe9Z10&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oV4sGEe9Z10&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tristes apprêts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(e minha tradução capenga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tristes apprêts, pâles flambeaux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preparativos tristes, chamas pálidas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jour, plus affreux que les ténèbres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Dia, mais horrível que os tenebrosos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Astres lugubres des tombeaux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Astros lúgubres das tumbas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Non, je ne verrai plus que vos clartés funèbres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Não, eu não vou querer mais sua luminosidade fúnebre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Toi, qui vois mon coeur éperdu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu, que vês meu coração partido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Père du jour, ô soleil, ô mon père!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pai do dia, oh Sol, oh meu pai!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Je ne veux plus d'un bien, que Castor a perdu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não quero mais um bem que Castor tenha perdido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Et je renonce à ta lumière&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E renuncio à tua luz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristes apprêts, pâles flambeaux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preparativos tristes, chamas pálidas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jour, plus affreux que les ténèbres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia, mais horrível que os tenebrosos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Astres lugubres des tombeaux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Astros lúgubres das tumbas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Non, je ne verrai plus que vos clartés funèbres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não, eu não vou querer mais sua luminosidade fúnebre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;* Uma curiosidade: o signo de Gêmeos está relacionado à história de Castor e Pollux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-2908449536959183012?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/2908449536959183012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=2908449536959183012' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/2908449536959183012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/2908449536959183012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/11/gosto-de-pera-e-quase-me-chamei-celeste.html' title='Ária'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-3678829917182659581</id><published>2007-11-06T14:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T14:29:16.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/yIUqn2fe0fA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/yIUqn2fe0fA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ouvi essa música numa rádio outro dia. Achei bem gostosa, mas não conseguia entender o nome dela, nem da banda. Demorou, mas entendi e aqui está.&lt;br /&gt;Essa música é de uma dupla masculina curiosa da Suécia. Eles têm um visual que me faz pensar no Boy George repaginado. Ou algo na linha do Moby maquiado.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, cada um com seus problemas. Que essa música é boa, é sim.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui eles contam com a voz da cantora norueguesa Ane Brun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOOP ISLAND BLUES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my love&lt;br /&gt;It's getting cold on this island&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad on my own&lt;br /&gt;The truth is&lt;br /&gt;We were much too young&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm looking for you&lt;br /&gt;Or anyone like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;With the smile on our faces&lt;br /&gt;Now you're alone&lt;br /&gt;You're so sad on your own&lt;br /&gt;The truth is&lt;br /&gt;We run out of time&lt;br /&gt;Now you're looking for me&lt;br /&gt;Or anyone like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my love&lt;br /&gt;It's getting cold on this island&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad on my own&lt;br /&gt;The truth is&lt;br /&gt;We were much too young&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm looking for you&lt;br /&gt;Or anyone like you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-3678829917182659581?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/3678829917182659581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=3678829917182659581' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3678829917182659581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3678829917182659581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-my-love.html' title='Hello my love'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-6775875461321694263</id><published>2007-11-01T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:08:54.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muito amor pra dar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/U7oS2FM5ces' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/U7oS2FM5ces'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A long time ago, comprei um CD desse moço, Daniel Lanois, sem ter a mínima idéia de quem ele era. Achei a capa bonita, gostei dos trechinhos de música que escutei na loja, e por essas razões eu me decidi a levar. &lt;br /&gt;Descobri depois que ele é um produtor canadense que volta e meia trabalha com o U2. Também costuma fazer parcerias com gente como Brian Eno e Peter Gabriel. Enfim, parei no Daniel por uma conjunção astral que deu certo. Gosto muito de quem transita ao redor dele, então alguma coisa dele eu não podia deixar de gostar também.&lt;br /&gt;E essa música, que tá aqui procês, é a que mais gosto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTTA LOVE TO GIVE&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the rain clouds in the sky roll in&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of these red pills, sick of the dealer's grin&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, Daniel by the bonfires&lt;br /&gt;On the telephone wire she's callin' you sayin'&lt;br /&gt;Hey I got a lotta love to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked up to me and said did I make a mistake&lt;br /&gt;I feel so naked I could use a twist of fate&lt;br /&gt;There's a sermon that I heard the other day,&lt;br /&gt;confused me so I looked the other way&lt;br /&gt;I'm watchin' you now with a whole lotta love to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm half crazy, eyes are heavy&lt;br /&gt;If I can't be with you I would much rather be very dead&lt;br /&gt;Please don't break it, could you make it&lt;br /&gt;into something that fits into your very pretty head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm half crazy, eyes are heavy&lt;br /&gt;If I can't be with you I would much rather be very dead&lt;br /&gt;Please don't break it, ah could you make it&lt;br /&gt;into something that fits into your very pretty head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tryin' to write it down while I still remember&lt;br /&gt;The winds are cold, but not yet, it's not yet December&lt;br /&gt;Fireballs bursting in the sky, Wasaga Beach, first of July,&lt;br /&gt;you said to me, hey I gotta whole lotta love to give&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-6775875461321694263?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/6775875461321694263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=6775875461321694263' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/6775875461321694263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/6775875461321694263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/11/muito-amor-pra-dar.html' title='Muito amor pra dar'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-557680435555667910</id><published>2007-10-24T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T19:13:31.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elvis'/><title type='text'>Suspicious mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dizem que nada se cria, tudo se copia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não bastasse o caso do post anterior (Lelouche vs Snow Patrol), descobri recentemente mais uma comprovação dessa teoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ouvindo o disco do Fine Young Cannibals (aquela banda do hit "she drives me crazy uh uh" - hello 80s), uma música me chamou a atenção: Suspicious Mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Não demorei a descobrir, porém, que a música era uma versão de um clássico dele: Elvis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ao ver, no youtube, a interpretação do Rei, também descobri que, contrariando o ditado, existe sim criação. Elvis foi original em vários aspectos, e isso o mantém atual até hoje. Vendo sua performance no palco, entendi porque o cara é O Cara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aumentem o som e requebrem os quadris: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xTYg2Q-vDJ0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xTYg2Q-vDJ0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're caught in a trap&lt;br /&gt;I can't walk out&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you too much baby&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see&lt;br /&gt;What you're doing to me&lt;br /&gt;When you don't believe a word I say?&lt;br /&gt;We can't go on together&lt;br /&gt;With suspicious minds&lt;br /&gt;And we can't build our dreams&lt;br /&gt;On suspicious minds&lt;br /&gt;So, if an old friend I know&lt;br /&gt;Drops by to say hello&lt;br /&gt;Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again&lt;br /&gt;Asking where I've been&lt;br /&gt;You can't see these tears are real I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;We can't go on together&lt;br /&gt;With suspicious minds&lt;br /&gt;And be can't build our dreams&lt;br /&gt;On suspicious minds&lt;br /&gt;Oh let our love survive&lt;br /&gt;Or dry the tears from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let's don't let a good thing die&lt;br /&gt;When honey, you know I've never lied to you&lt;br /&gt;Mmm yeah, yeah &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-557680435555667910?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/557680435555667910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=557680435555667910' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/557680435555667910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/557680435555667910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/10/suspicious-mind.html' title='Suspicious mind'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-3071255050720346147</id><published>2007-10-20T20:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:37:49.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop; snow patrol'/><title type='text'>Fórmula 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje, na 31 Mostra de Cinema de SP, assisti a uma palestra do cineasta francês Claude Lelouch, cuja obra é alvo de uma retrospectiva no evento.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de vermos seu novo filme, "Roman du Gare" (avaliação: marromeno), foi projetado um curta-metragem que ele realizou em 1976: "Rendez vous" (Encontro), no qual Lelouch percorre as ruas de Paris de carro a aproximadamente 140 km/h. Façanha que, aliás, fez com que ele fosse parar atrás das grades por um período, segundo o Guia da Folha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual não foi nossa surpresa (minha e do Emi) quando, logo no início do curta, nós começamos a reconhecer todas aquelas imagens?&lt;br /&gt;Não, ainda não somos assim tão íntimos de Paris para ter o mapa de suas ruas na palma da mão! Quem dera!&lt;br /&gt;Acontece que o curta, que já tem 30 anos,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; o clipe da banda escocesa Snow Patrol para a música "Open Your Eyes".&lt;br /&gt;Na hora, pensamos que fosse plágio mas, ao chegar em casa, vimos que não. O clipe, aliás, até menciona, no comecinho, que se trata de um "rendez vous".&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloquei os dois vídeos abaixo e, apesar de as cenas serem as mesmas, vale a pena ver os dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em primeiro lugar, porque Paris nunca é demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em segundo lugar, porque o curta-metragem é um pouco mais longo (o vídeo foi cortado para se encaixar no tempo da música) e o som do motor do carro dá uma dimensão muito melhor de velocidade.&lt;br /&gt;*Uma curiosidade: o curta foi filmado com a câmera presa ao pára-choque de uma Mercedes, devido à boa suspensão do veículo, que faz com que as imagens não tremam tanto. Mas o som que ouvimos é do motor de uma Ferrari _Lelouch refez o trajeto num carro da marca porque seu motor tinha um som mais potente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em terceiro lugar, vale a pena ver o clipe porque a música é linda e, sim, ela casa perfeitamente com a doçura da cidade luz amanhecendo.&lt;br /&gt;* Mais uma curiosidade: a mulher de Lelouch aparece no filme.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisous!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-3071255050720346147?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/3071255050720346147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=3071255050720346147' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3071255050720346147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3071255050720346147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/10/frmula-1.html' title='Fórmula 1'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-3514785906715399870</id><published>2007-10-20T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:17:04.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O "original"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/RUbe125ege0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/RUbe125ege0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Rendezvous"&lt;br /&gt;Claude Lelouch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-3514785906715399870?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/3514785906715399870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=3514785906715399870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3514785906715399870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3514785906715399870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/10/o.html' title='O &amp;quot;original&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-3685125176078816781</id><published>2007-10-20T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:16:04.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Open Your Eyes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ybr8Z6pzVs0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ybr8Z6pzVs0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All this feels strange and untrue&lt;br /&gt;And I won't waste a minute without you&lt;br /&gt;My bones ache, my skin feels cold&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting so tired and so old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anger swells in my guts&lt;br /&gt;And I won't feel these slices and cuts&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need you to look into mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll open your eyes [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up, get out, get away from these liars&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine&lt;br /&gt;And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute from this minute now&lt;br /&gt;We can do what we like anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need you to look into mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll open your eyes [x8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this feels strange and untrue&lt;br /&gt;And I won't waste a minute without you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-3685125176078816781?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/3685125176078816781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=3685125176078816781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3685125176078816781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3685125176078816781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/10/your-eyes.html' title='&amp;quot;Open Your Eyes&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-1550529468822487342</id><published>2007-10-20T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:13:35.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikka who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz--sPPHSj8/Rxpsx7YEx3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yq9alVLfGzM/s1600-h/nikka1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123527131095418738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz--sPPHSj8/Rxpsx7YEx3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yq9alVLfGzM/s320/nikka1.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Se você tem por volta de 30 anos, deve se lembrar da Nikka Costa, uma menina lourinha que vivia cantando no Fantástico uma música bem triste chamada "On my own".&lt;br /&gt;Se sabe do que estou falando, confessa que já chorou com ela, vai...&lt;br /&gt;Pois a Nikka cresceu e virou uma cantora com muito ritmo, numa mistura de soul, funk e R&amp;amp;B. Aí embaixo você vê a capa do CD "Everybody got their something", que gosto bastante. Gosto tanto que é dessa moça a minha sugestão da vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123527994383845266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="281" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz--sPPHSj8/RxptkLYEx5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/KHvxFcIisag/s320/nikka2.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-1550529468822487342?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/1550529468822487342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=1550529468822487342' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1550529468822487342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/1550529468822487342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/10/nikka-who.html' title='Nikka who?'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz--sPPHSj8/Rxpsx7YEx3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yq9alVLfGzM/s72-c/nikka1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-8293597791560207552</id><published>2007-10-20T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T13:39:05.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, dance, dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/6wdzMlDrQeY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/6wdzMlDrQeY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agora que refresquei sua memória (ou a apresentei, vai saber se você realmente a conhecia), aqui vai minha música preferida da Nikka Costa. &lt;br /&gt;Engraçado que o vídeo mostra cenas de um seriado que nunca vi, "Heroes", mas que parece estar fazendo bastante sucesso. &lt;br /&gt;Voltando à música, capricha no som porque ela é animada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY GOT THEIR SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;My face to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about just how high&lt;br /&gt;I could go and I'll know&lt;br /&gt;When I finally get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking of my glasses&lt;br /&gt;Sun pokes through my lashes&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I know&lt;br /&gt;There's a time for every star to shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody got their something&lt;br /&gt;Everybody got their something&lt;br /&gt;Make you smile like an itty bitty child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keeping score&lt;br /&gt;Say better hurry up and get yours&lt;br /&gt;Cause somebody else get your spot&lt;br /&gt;Before you even dropped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek and you shall find&lt;br /&gt;Everything in my own sweet time&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my chances&lt;br /&gt;With what I believe is only mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy holding on&lt;br /&gt;So the roof don't fly&lt;br /&gt;Keep you from moving on&lt;br /&gt;So get it right&lt;br /&gt;Turn the tide over&lt;br /&gt;Like a love song&lt;br /&gt;Like a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Believe if you hand it over&lt;br /&gt;You'll come out all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody got their something&lt;br /&gt;Everybody got their something&lt;br /&gt;Make you smile like an itty bitty child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illuminate the silly things&lt;br /&gt;Shed some light on all that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Everybody need it sometime&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the only thing you got&lt;br /&gt;Is what makes you feel like&lt;br /&gt;You're something else altogether&lt;br /&gt;You have everything don't need&lt;br /&gt;Another reason to be something&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a ride&lt;br /&gt;And caught up in the landslide&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna spread my wings and fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody got their something&lt;br /&gt;Everybody got their something&lt;br /&gt;Make you smile like an itty bitty child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a time for every star&lt;br /&gt;There's a time for every star... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-8293597791560207552?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/8293597791560207552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=8293597791560207552' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/8293597791560207552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/8293597791560207552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/10/dance-dance-dance.html' title='Dance, dance, dance'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-8626024138140230162</id><published>2007-10-17T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:18:28.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop francês'/><title type='text'>Love is all my soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a4.vox.com/6a00c22523752f549d00cd972aab6c4cd5-500pi"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a4.vox.com/6a00c22523752f549d00cd972aab6c4cd5-500pi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estou viciada nesta música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Playground love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Engraçado que ela faz parte do filme "Virgin Suicides", da Sofia Coppola, que eu adoro, mas eu nunca havia prestado atenção na trilha _infelizmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Essa e outras músicas lindas do filme são do Air, uma dupla francesa. O clip mesmo é meio nada ver (um chiclete mastigado cantando? hello?) então procurei no Youtube outra versão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Acabei encontrando essa, tão simples e tocante, que, aparentemente, alguém fez em homenagem a um amor que durou muito pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(não é sempre pouco?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-8626024138140230162?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/8626024138140230162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=8626024138140230162' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/8626024138140230162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/8626024138140230162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-is-all-my-soul.html' title='Love is all my soul'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-2248125094656689480</id><published>2007-10-17T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:06:12.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playground love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Kqk5z-D9rY8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Kqk5z-D9rY8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Playground Love"&lt;br /&gt;Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor&lt;br /&gt;Love is all, all my soul&lt;br /&gt;You’re my playground love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet my hands are shaking&lt;br /&gt;I feel my body remains, themes no matter, I’m on fire&lt;br /&gt;On the playground, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the piece of gold the flushes all my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Extra time, on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;You’re my playground love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime, anyway,&lt;br /&gt;You’re my playground love. &lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Hola a nuestra nueva DJ! Pat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-2248125094656689480?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/2248125094656689480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=2248125094656689480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/2248125094656689480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/2248125094656689480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/10/playground-love.html' title='Playground love'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-9078476918217787206</id><published>2007-10-16T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:55:30.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John &amp; Johnny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ecrE80rnjhw"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=ecrE80rnjhw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Confesso que sou uma anacrônica em crise. Como milhões (seriam bilhões?) de pessoas em todo mundo, vi minha relação com a música ser completamente modificada pelas novas tecnologias. Primeiro, veio o Napster – breve e revolucionário. Depois, o Kazaa (tá, desse nem sinto tanta falta: enchia o computador de vírus), Soulseek, Rapidshare, eMule... A arcaica conexão discada deu lugar ao cabo que, por sua vez, sucumbiu ao wireless. Quer lugar melhor para provar as teorias de Darwin do que a Internet? De repente, ouvir a trilha sonora do filme “Across the Universe”, uma exuberante declaração de amor às canções dos Beatles que ainda nem tem data para estrear no Brasil, fica a um clique do mouse. Resgatar uma gravação original de "Que reste-t-il de nos amours?" com seu autor Charles Trenet leva apenas alguns minutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a cada novo mecanismo de compartilhar arquivos, quanto mais rápida minha conexão se torna, maior fica minha “discoteca física”. A anacrônica fala mais alto e não troca o prazer de rasgar o plástico-filme que embala um único CD por todos os Gigabytes do HD do notebook.  Ou por passar horas perdidas nas boas lojas de disco que ainda resistem na sua cidade. Sim, mesmo com todos os novos canais de acesso, sempre se acha uma novidade ou um disco raro. OK, vocês podem dizer que nem sou tão anacrônica assim: bom mesmo é ter saudade dos bolachões e suas insubstituíveis capas e encartes. Bem, quem me conhece, sabe que sou modesta e deixo o culto aos bolachões aos verdadeiros colecionadores. Sou uma mera apreciadora de boa música com direito a recaídas ao lado mais obscuro do brega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, começo minha participação como DJ convidada neste blog para lá de inspirado com uma canção que, primeiro, baixei na internet para depois adquirir o CD. Afinal, é quase uma obrigação ter “John Coltrane and Johnny Hartman” (1963). O sax tenor de Coltrane dispensa apresentações e é celebrado por gerações e gerações não apenas de entusiastas do jazz, mas por todos aqueles que prezam a sofisticação de um músico supremo. Mas o talento do crooner Johnny Hartman anda meio esquecido. Uma pena. Quem ouvir “My One and Only Love” há de concordar comigo que a voz de Hartman é quente e melancólica nos transportando para o lirismo presente na letra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My One and Only Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very thought of you makes my heart sing&lt;br /&gt;Like an April breeze&lt;br /&gt;On the wings of spring&lt;br /&gt;And you appear in all your splendor&lt;br /&gt;My one and only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadows fall and spread their mystic charms&lt;br /&gt;In the hush of night&lt;br /&gt;While you're in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I feel your lips so warm and tender&lt;br /&gt;My one and only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand is like heaven&lt;br /&gt;A heaven that I've never known&lt;br /&gt;The blush on your cheek whenever I speak &lt;br /&gt;Tells me that you are my own&lt;br /&gt;You fill my eager heart with such desire&lt;br /&gt;Every kiss you give sets my soul on fire&lt;br /&gt;I give myself in sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;My one and only love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-9078476918217787206?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/9078476918217787206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=9078476918217787206' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/9078476918217787206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/9078476918217787206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/10/john-johnny.html' title='John &amp; Johnny'/><author><name>Patrícia Karam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07238319608396652450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-6585063081623032617</id><published>2007-10-12T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:57:12.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranquilize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/3H594ZuZ_oQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/3H594ZuZ_oQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Killers feat. Lou Reed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-6585063081623032617?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/6585063081623032617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=6585063081623032617' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/6585063081623032617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/6585063081623032617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/10/tranquilize_2921.html' title='Tranquilize'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-6063951677955113121</id><published>2007-10-12T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:55:39.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop'/><title type='text'>Tranquilize</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Essa vem direto do forno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vi no Credencial Tosca (credencialtosca.blogspot.com) _ blog sobre música de uma amiga de uma amiga_ que o Killers lançaria hoje seu novo single, "Tranquilize", um dueto com Lou Reed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como sou fã deles tudim, hoje tentei baixar a música _frustração: no Soulseek ela ainda não está disponível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas para quê serve o Youtube, né não? Dito e feito: encontrei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E adorei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para começar, porque o Lou Reed mata a pau com sua voz rouca de quem passou a noite na farra. E o ritmo em que ele e Brandon Flowers cantam é tão intenso que me fez pensar como cantar junto sem perder o fôlego!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A letra também agradou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I got this feeling that they’re gonna break down the door&lt;br /&gt;I got this feeling that they’re gonna come back for more"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Medo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last but not least, reparem na empolgação do carinha que anuncia o vídeo. Calma, Bete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aí vai a letra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tranquilize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Brandon Flowers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time to tell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Living in my home town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wedding bells, they begin easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let her down, baby don’t talk that much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baby knows and baby don’t tease me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the park, we can go walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Drown in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We can go sailing, on the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Lou Reed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Always here, always on time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Close call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Was it love or was it just easy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Money talks, when people need shoes and socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Steady boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Both:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’m thinking she needs me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was just sipping on something sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don’t need political process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Brandon Flowers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got this feeling that they’re gonna break down the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got this feeling that they’re gonna come back for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Both:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See I was thinking that I lost my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it’s been getting to me all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don’t stop dragging me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Silently reflection turns my world to stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Patiently correction leaves us all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And sometimes I’m a travelin' man but tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This engine’s failed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Brandon Flowers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I still hear the children playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Choir &amp;amp; Lou Reed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We can play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;??? (cante na-na-na-na-na)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Steal a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And ring around Rosy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rock'n'roll, candy land, boogey man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Run away and give me your sneakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Both:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Acid rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Abel looked up at Cain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We began weeping and wailing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hurry hide from pestilence, pills and pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a shame, we could have gone sailing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But heaven knows, heaven knows everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tranquilize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got this feeling that they’re gonna break down the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got this feeling that they’re gonna come back for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See I was thinking that I lost my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it’s been getting to me all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don’t stop dragging me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Silently reflection turns my world to stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Patiently correction leaves us all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And sometimes I’m a travelin' man but tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This engine’s failed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Brandon Flowers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I still hear the children playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dead beat dancers come to us and stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Lou Reed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause I don’t care where you’ve been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I don’t care what you seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We’re the ones who still believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And we’re looking for a page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In that lifeless book of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where dream might help you cope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where the bushes and the bombs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are Tranquilized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-6063951677955113121?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/6063951677955113121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=6063951677955113121' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/6063951677955113121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/6063951677955113121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/10/tranquilize_12.html' title='Tranquilize'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-3612414163724787468</id><published>2007-10-11T06:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:05:23.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop britânico'/><title type='text'>Mika!</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Acordei, espreguicei o corpitcho e... catei na geladeira aquele belo pote de Ninho Soleil que já vem com uma porçãozinha extra de farinha láctea _e que deve ter apenas 9.000 calorias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pergunta que não quer calar: comercializar uma bomba calórica como essa é permitido por lei?&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o departamento jurídico avalia a questão, a música "Big girl (you are beautiful)" me faz sentir bem mais leve _ao menos na consciência!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheci o cantor, Mika, nas minhas últimas férias, no Uruguai. (ó a intimidade: conheci "pela tv", claro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira música que ouvi foi "Grace Kelly", que eu acho que vocês já devem conhecer _é a música dele que mais fez sucesso até agora e parece que ela foi um hit no último verão europeu (alcançou o primeiro lugar das paradas britânicas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De volta ao batente, baixei mais músicas do moço, cujo estilo tem um quê de Scissor Sisters com Queen, e encontrei "Big Girl", que é uma delícia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Wikipedia nos diz que Mika nasceu em Beirute, mora em Londres desde a infância e é disléxico. Segundo o site, "com um estilo muito diferente e arrojado, diferente de tudo o que hoje em dia se vende, Mika fora por várias vezes chumbado por gravadoras. Essa relação menos boa para com as editoras inspirou-o ao escrever a letra de `Grace Kelly`, o seu primeiro vídeo divulgação, onde ele critica a gravadora britânica à qual estava ligado por esta, segundo ele, o querer a todo o custo moldar para um estilo mais comercial."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se isso for verdade, que bom que ele não cedeu!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser saber mais, o site dele (todo coloridinho e divertido) é &lt;a href="http://www.mikasounds.com/uk.php"&gt;http://www.mikasounds.com/uk.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start the karaoke:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-3612414163724787468?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/3612414163724787468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=3612414163724787468' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3612414163724787468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3612414163724787468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/10/mika.html' title='Mika!'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-5077571161283330664</id><published>2007-10-11T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T06:43:14.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Humphrey, we're leaving!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/uzA0nG_PurQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/uzA0nG_PurQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Grace Kelly"&lt;br /&gt;Mika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna talk to you."&lt;br /&gt;"The last time we talked, Mr. Smith, you reduced me to tears. I promise you it won't happen again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I attract you?&lt;br /&gt;Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too dirty?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too flirty?&lt;br /&gt;Do I like what you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be wholesome&lt;br /&gt;I could be loathsome&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm a little bit shy&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me without making me try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be like Grace Kelly&lt;br /&gt;But all her looks were too sad&lt;br /&gt;So I try a little Freddie&lt;br /&gt;Ive gone identity mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Getting angry doesn't solve anything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I help it&lt;br /&gt;How can I help it&lt;br /&gt;How can I help what you think?&lt;br /&gt;Hello my baby&lt;br /&gt;Hello my baby&lt;br /&gt;Putting my life on the brink&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Should I bend over?&lt;br /&gt;Should I look older just to be put on your shelf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be like Grace Kelly&lt;br /&gt;But all her looks were too sad&lt;br /&gt;So I try a little Freddie&lt;br /&gt;Ive gone identity mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want to satisfy yourself&lt;br /&gt;But you only want what everybody else says you should want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk out the door!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-5077571161283330664?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/5077571161283330664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=5077571161283330664' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5077571161283330664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5077571161283330664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-leaving.html' title='&amp;quot;Humphrey, we&amp;#39;re leaving!&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-8955301223032956208</id><published>2007-10-11T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T06:41:33.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorduchas hit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/tcRiXOONqf0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/tcRiXOONqf0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Big girl you are beautiful &lt;br /&gt;Mika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walks in to the room &lt;br /&gt;Feels like a big balloon &lt;br /&gt;I said hey girl you are beautiful &lt;br /&gt;Diet coke and a pizza please &lt;br /&gt;Diet coke I'm on my knees &lt;br /&gt;Screaming, big girl you are beautiful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take your skinny girl &lt;br /&gt;I feel like im gonna die &lt;br /&gt;Coz a real woman needs a (real man has why) &lt;br /&gt;You take your girl and multiply about four &lt;br /&gt;Now a whole lot of woman needs a whole lot more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;Get yourself to the butterfly lounge &lt;br /&gt;Find yourself a big lady &lt;br /&gt;Big boy come on around &lt;br /&gt;And there be gonna do baby &lt;br /&gt;No need to fantasize &lt;br /&gt;Seen some worse in my faces &lt;br /&gt;A water in the whole &lt;br /&gt;With girls all around &lt;br /&gt;Curves in the right places &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big girl you are beautiful (x4) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walks in to the room &lt;br /&gt;Feels like a big balloon &lt;br /&gt;I said hey girl you are beautiful &lt;br /&gt;Diet coke and a pizza please &lt;br /&gt;Diet coke I'm on my knees &lt;br /&gt;Screaming, big girl you are beautiful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take your girl and multiply about four &lt;br /&gt;Now a whole lot of woman needs a whole lot more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big girl you are beautiful (x4) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big girl you are beautiful (x4) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-8955301223032956208?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/8955301223032956208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=8955301223032956208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/8955301223032956208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/8955301223032956208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/10/gorduchas-hit.html' title='Gorduchas hit!'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-2745462889819274488</id><published>2007-10-10T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:19:28.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabaret - Rockstar Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/y-7D4Xqd-QM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/y-7D4Xqd-QM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People, esse é o primeiro clipe do Cabaret, banda do meu amigo Márvio, que é o vocalista.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que vocês gostem!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-2745462889819274488?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/2745462889819274488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=2745462889819274488' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/2745462889819274488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/2745462889819274488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/10/cabaret-rockstar-baby.html' title='Cabaret - Rockstar Baby'/><author><name>Ilis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05455722308082480222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-3605338886556879033</id><published>2007-10-10T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:30:23.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suécia + França</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/i36jLIdtGm4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/i36jLIdtGm4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A música surge de uma mistura interessante de uma banda sueca com uma cantora francesa. Apesar de uma certa cara de iniciantes, esses moços suecos formaram a banda há mais de 10 anos. &lt;br /&gt;Ouvi algumas outras músicas deles e deu para perceber que impera uma certa melancolia. Gostei bastante de uma recente deles chamada "Whatever this town". &lt;br /&gt;Mas... Hoje quis algo mais agitado, por isso preferi postar esse vídeo aí. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GOT ME&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying inside, but I'm so ugly when I cry &lt;br /&gt;My make up starts to run, then I'm not me no more &lt;br /&gt;I wonder how, we're gonna get through these hard times &lt;br /&gt;I wake up from a slumber, in a smile &lt;br /&gt;This face, it must be kept at all costs &lt;br /&gt;Like a statue in a window or everything is lost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hey you got me right where you want me &lt;br /&gt;Tu règnes sur ce qu’il reste de ma vie &lt;br /&gt;You knock me out, but you still haunt me &lt;br /&gt;Tu me hantes mais n’entends pas mes cris, tant pis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je dois me cacher derrière les barrières que tu as dressées &lt;br /&gt;J'ai appris à baisser les armes devant l'autorité &lt;br /&gt;On m'a souvent rappelé, que les batailles nous renforcent &lt;br /&gt;Moi je suis épuisée de frapper à ta porte &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-3605338886556879033?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/3605338886556879033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=3605338886556879033' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3605338886556879033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/3605338886556879033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/10/sucia-frana_10.html' title='Suécia + França'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419595351244243843.post-5356047786076362487</id><published>2007-10-05T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:19:43.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Color esperanza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/8ztjo-sd7f0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/8ztjo-sd7f0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TEm uma época que eu só gosto de ouvir música em espanhol. Acho que vem das três semanas que passei em Salamanca, onde fiquei impressionada como o povo valoriza o próprio idioma. A ponto de nunca tocar em boate alguma música que esteja bombando da Madonna, por exemplo. Ou melhor, vai tocar, mas cantada por outra pessoa e em espanhol. Um pouco estranho...&lt;br /&gt;Esse moço aí, o Diego Torres, é argentino e tem umas músicas excelentes. Conheci por intermédio de uma amiga, notória apaixonada pela língua espanhola, e é pra ela, que anda meio cansada ultimamente, que dedico esta música! Força na peruca, galera!&lt;br /&gt;PS. Essa música é ótima para ouvir bem alto, então capricha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Esperanza - Diego Torres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se que hay en tus ojos con solo mirar&lt;br /&gt;que estas cansado de andar y de andar&lt;br /&gt;y caminar, girando siempre en un lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se que las ventanas se pueden abrir&lt;br /&gt;cambiar el aire depende de ti&lt;br /&gt;te ayudar, vale la pena una vez mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saber que se puede, querer que se pueda&lt;br /&gt;Quitarse los miedos, sacarlos afuera&lt;br /&gt;pintarse la cara color esperanza&lt;br /&gt;tentar al futuro con el corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es mejor perderse que nunca embarcar&lt;br /&gt;mejor tentarse a dejar de intentar&lt;br /&gt;aunque ya ves que no es tan facil empezar&lt;br /&gt;Se que lo imposible se puede lograr&lt;br /&gt;que la tristeza algun dia se irá&lt;br /&gt;y asi ser, la vida cambia y cambiará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentirás que el alma vuela&lt;br /&gt;por cantar una vez mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saber que se puede querer que se pueda&lt;br /&gt;quitarse los miedos, sacarlos afuera&lt;br /&gt;pintarse la cara color esperanza&lt;br /&gt;tentar al futuro con el corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saber que se puede querer que se pueda&lt;br /&gt;quitarse los miedos, sacarlos afuera&lt;br /&gt;pintarse la cara color esperanza&lt;br /&gt;tentar al futuro con el corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale más poder brillar &lt;br /&gt;que solo buscar ver el sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintarse la cara color esperanza&lt;br /&gt;tentar al futuro con el corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saber que se puede...&lt;br /&gt;Querer que se pueda...&lt;br /&gt;Pintarse la cara color esperanza&lt;br /&gt;tentar al futuro con el corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saber que se puede querer que se pueda&lt;br /&gt;quitarse los miedos, sacarlos afuera&lt;br /&gt;pintarse la cara color esperanza&lt;br /&gt;tentar al futuro con el corazón...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419595351244243843-5356047786076362487?l=cotonets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/feeds/5356047786076362487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419595351244243843&amp;postID=5356047786076362487' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5356047786076362487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419595351244243843/posts/default/5356047786076362487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotonets.blogspot.com/2007/10/color-esperanza.html' title='Color esperanza'/><author><name>Débora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
