Apresentando: The Cynicals

Vou hoje à noite (re)vê-los e achei por bem pôr aqui um vídeo daquela que é, sem dúvida, uma das bandas nacionais que vai tomar as rádios de assalto. The Cynicals são uma banda de Coimbra que conheço desde o princípio em virtude de ter dividido casa com João Macias, o carismático (e alentejano) vocalista. O seu estilo, nitidamente british, com claras influências de Beatles (uma das duas versões que tocam é precisamente dos Fab Four, "I Feel Fine"; sendo que a outra é uma das minhas canções de estimação: "Happy Together", dos The Turtles) contrasta com as letras, de teor satírico à "british way of life".
The Cynicals têm arrecadado prémios pelo país fora, apesar da curta existência. Só em 2007, contam com quatro primeiros prémios em concursos de bandas e um segundo lugar no concurso Termómetro (Ex-Termómetro Unplugged). O seu EP de estreia ("So much a do about nothing"), está quase pronto, bem como um videoclip de "Emily Rose", uma das músicas que aqui coloco, numa versão ao vivo na Latada deste ano em Coimbra.

Destaque especial para João Rebola, o guitarrista, que escreve as letras e compõe.

THE CYNICALS - On Sundays


THE CYNICALS - Emily Rose


Para eles, toda a sorte do mundo que, se isto fosse o Reino Unido, já teriam sido lançados, com direito a lugar ao lado de Maxïmo Park e Kaiser Chiefs.
Deixo ainda a ligação para a página de myspace deles: aqui.

Lizard King

Deixei passar o dia oito deste mês em branco. Não devia. Por diversas razões: Jim Morrison, sendo vivo, teria celebrado o seu 64º aniversário; e eu celebrei a "ressaca" pós-concerto de Doors - Séc. XXI a que assisti em 2003.
Seja por nostalgia ou por súbita lembrança de uma banda que marcou tantos momentos da minha vida (gosto ainda de pensar no facto de termos pais com os mesmos nomes próprios e de o único teste de QI que fiz na vida me ter dado um resultado equivalente ao de James Douglas Morrison), decidi emendar este meu erro. Aqui vai:

BLUE SUNDAY-


THE END-

The Mission - Like a Child Again

Im not scared anymore
Im not scared of the dark when I sleep with you
And Im feeling alive
And Im feeling strong again when Im with you
And it hits me
Just like a runaway train
And it blows me away
Just like a hurricane
You make me happy and I hope you feel the same
You make me feel just like a child, a child again
Im not trapped anymore
Between Madonna and the whore when I lay with you
And the days run away
Like wild horses run away when Im with you
And Im breathing you in
Just like the morning air
And Im wrapping you around
Just like a skin to wear
Oh sweet thing
Im born once again
For you sweet thing
Just like a baby again
You make me happy and I hope you feel the same
You make me feel just like a child, a child again

Lover You Should've Come Over

Vídeo feito por um fã...



Looking out the door
I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations
As their shoes fill up with water

Maybe I'm too young
To keep good love from going wrong
But tonight, you're on my mind so
You never know

Broken down and hungry for your love
With no way to feed it
Where are you tonight?
Child, you know how much I need it.
Too young to hold on
And too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away,
When he feels like he should be having his fun
Much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really,
He has no-one...

So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return?
Oh, will I ever learn?
Oh, Lover, you should've come over
Cause it's not too late.

Lonely is the room the bed is made
The open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one
Who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep
That won't ever come
It's never over,
My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over,
all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her...
It's never over,
All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter...
It's never over,
She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever...

But maybe I'm just too young to keep good love
From going wrong
Oh... lover you should've come over...

Yes, and I feel too young to hold on
I'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind
To see the damage I've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love, well I'll wait for you
Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late.

Arcade Fire - Crown of Love

They say it fades if you let it,
love was made to forget it.
I carved your name across my eyelids,
you pray for rain I pray for blindness.

If you still want me, please forgive me,
the crown of love has fallen from me.
If you still want me, please forgive me,
because the spark is not within me.

I snuffed it out before my mom walked in my bedroom.

The only thing that you keep changin’
is your name, my love keeps growin’
still the same, just like a cancer,
and you won’t give me a straight answer!

If you still want me, please forgive me,
the crown of love has fallen from me.
If you still want me please forgive me
because your hands are not upon me.

I shrugged them off before my mom walked in my bedroom.

The pains of love, and they keep growin’,
on my heart there’s flowers growin’
on the grave of our old love,
since you gave me a straight answer.

If you still want me, please forgive me,
the crown of love is not upon me
If you still want me, please forgive me,
cause this crown is not within me.
it’s not within me, it’s not within me.

You gotta be the one,
you gotta be the way,
your name is the only word that I can say

You gotta be the one,
you gotta be the way,
your name is the only word,
the only word that I can say!

Heard Somebody Say

Uma das minhas músicas preferidas, de um dos meus artistas preferidos, Devendra Banhart:




I heard somebody say
That the war ended today
But everybody knows it's goin' still

Our motherlands and motherseas
Here's what we believe
It's simple
We don't want to kill

I heard somebody say
That the war ended today
But everybody knows its goin' still

Our motherlands and motherseas
Here's what we believe
It's simple
We don't want to kill

Oh, it's simple
We don't want to kill
Oh, it's simple
We don't want to kill
Oh, it's simple