quinta-feira, 26 de agosto de 2010

Earthlings

Lembro-me de quando vi pela primeira este documentário com banda sonora de Moby e narrado por Joaquin Phoenix. Este foi talvez o meu primeiro contacto com o mundo com a crueldade humana perante seres que apenas vemos como objectos para uso e abuso. Somos seres conscientes mas demasiados ocupados para sermos morais. Mas mais nada digo fica aqui o link do filme no qual vos peço que dediquem algum tempo para verem, tanto que tem a duração de 90min, e digerirem melhor as cenas e a narração espectacular.


sábado, 14 de agosto de 2010

Eleanor Rigby


See all the lonely people
See all the empty people.
Saving the Shadow figures
Growing the lost moments.
Mocking at the rushing shadows.


Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?


 See all the dazed figures.
See all the losing figures.
Coming at the lonely streets.
Hearing all the silenced echoes.

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?


See all the dummest people.
See all the stupid people.
Close to the silly city.

Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?


See all the saddest people.
See all the grey people.
Drive in to the farthest village.

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people


I look at all the lonely people.
I look at all the empty people.
I look at all the dazed figures.
I look at all the losing figures.
I look at all the dummest people.
I look at all the stupid people.
I look at all the saddest people.
I look at all the grey people.

Eleanor Rigby, died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

quarta-feira, 4 de agosto de 2010

Sensorial Side

Sensing,
Faking,
Making,
The eternal side of tomorrow, just turning away from me, just turning away from you. Taking the light of our mind, just blacking out of our life.
We need blood, we....