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janeiro 28, 2004
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comforting sounds
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Mew - Comforting Sounds
I don’t feel alright in spite of these comforting sounds you make.
I don’t feel alright because you make promises that you break.
Into your house, why don’t we share our solitude?
Nothing is pure anymore but solitude.
It’s hard to make sense, feels as if I’m sensing you through a lens.
If someone else comes, I’ll just sit here listening to the drums.
Previously I never called it solitude.
And probably you know all the dirty shows I’ve put on.
Blunted and exhausted like anyone. Honestly I tried to avoid it.
Honestly. Back when we were kids, we would always know when to stop.
And now all the good kids are messing up. Nobody has gained or accomplished anything.
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Girl From Mars
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Do you remember the time I knew a Girl From Mars?
I don't know if you knew that.
Oh we'd stay up late playing cards,
Henri Winterman Cigars.
Though she never told me her name,
I still love you, Girl From Mars.
Sitting in our dreamy days by the water's edge,
On a cool summer's night.
Fireflies and the stars in the sky,
Gentle glowing light,
From your cigarette.
The breeze blowing softly on my face,
Reminds me of something else.
Something that in my memory has been replaced,
Suddenly it all comes back.
And as I look to the stars.
I remember the time I knew a Girl From Mars,
I don't know if you knew that.
Oh we'd stay up late playing cards,
Henri Winterman Cigars.
Though she never told me her name,
I still love you, Girl From Mars.
Surging through the darkness over the moonlight strand,
Electricity in the air.
Twisting all through the night on the terrace,
Now that summer's here.
I know you are almost in love with me,
I can see it in your eyes.
Strange light shimmering over the sea tonight,
And it almost blows my mind
And as I look to the stars
I remember the time I knew a Girl From Mars,
I don't know if you knew that.
Oh we'd stay up late playing cards,
Henri Winterman Cigars.
Though she never told me her name,
I still love you, Girl From Mars.
Today I sleep in the chair by the window,
It felt as if you'd returned.
I thought that you were standing over me,
When I woke there was no-one there.
I still love you, Girl From..
Mars
Do you remember the time I knew a Girl From Mars?
I don't know if you knew that.
Oh we'd stay up late playing cards,
Henri Winterman Cigars.
Though she never told me her name.
Do you remember the time I knew a Girl From Mars?
I don't know if you knew that.
Oh we'd stay up late playing cards.
Henri Winterman Cigars.
And I still dream of you,
I still love you, Girl From Mars.
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janeiro 27, 2004
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A Morte. Despida.
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Os spots, quase que se pode dizer promocionais, com a morte do jovem jogador húngaro do Benfica, não são classificáveis através de nenhuma palavra. Obscenos ? Não. Eles não são uma representação da morte, são a própria morte como espectáculo. Finalmente, a morte em directo !
A morte, nos media, " activa a dimensão interna mais reprimida, a mais negada social e pessoalmente, a do mal que existe no interior de cada um, sempre em conflito com o bem, a da morte, sempre em conflito com a vida, do desencanto, sempre em conflito com a esperança."
" A exigência da presença do mal nos media segue, então, a mesma lógica que exige a presença do mau em qualquer narrativa que se preze. [...] É a lógica da emoção, a lógica do inconsciente, aplicada também aos media." Ferrés
De novo, primeiro nós (as audiências), depois ele (Fehér).
Franciso Amaral
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