She keeps Moet et Chandon In a pretty cabinet 'Let them eat cake' she says Just like Marie Antoinette A built-in remedy For Khrushchev and Kennedy At anytime an invitation You can't decline Caviar and cigarettes Well versed in etiquette Extraordinarily nice Chorus: She's a Killer Queen Gunpowder, Gelatine Dynamite with a laser beam Guaranteed to blow your mind Anytime Recommended at the price Insatiable an appetite Wanna try? To avoid complications She never kept the same dress In conversation She spoke just like a baroness Met a man from China Went down to Geisha Minah Then again incidentally If you're that way inclined Perfume came naturally from Paris for cars she couldn't care less Fastidious and precise Chorus Drop of a hat she's as willing as Playful as a pussy cat Then momentarily out of action Temporarily out of gas To absolutely drive you wild, wild She's out to get you Chorus Recommended at the price Insatiable in appetite Wanna try? You wanna

Love & Rockets, “So Alive” (tirada do baú) I don't know what color your eyes are, baby, But your hair is long and brown. Your legs are strong, and you're so, so long. And you don't come from this town. My head is full of magic, baby, And I gotta share this with you. I feel I'm on the cross again, lately, But there's nothing to do with you. I'm alive, so alive. I'm alive, so alive. Your strut makes me crazy, makes me see you more clearly. Oh, baby, now I can see you. Wish I could stop, Switch off the clock, Make it all happen for you. I'm alive, so alive. I'm alive, so alive. I don't know what color your eyes are, baby, But your hair is long and brown. Your legs are strong, and you're so, so long. And you don't come from this town. My head is full of magic, baby, And I gotta share this with you. The feel I'm on top again, baby, That's got everything to do with you. I'm alive, so alive. I'm alive, so alive.

Há amores difíceis. Daqueles que levam meses até redundarem em namoro. Dreams, dos The Whitest Boy Alive, é um desses amores. Esgotado. Aqui e ali. Online e offline. Um pouco por todo o lado. E, de repente, um programa de gestão de stocks faz o milagre: não temos! Posso ver na loja de Matosinhos! Telefonema, de Fnac para Fnac. Chega aqui à zona dentro de uma semana. Mais coisa menos coisa. Nada mau: já esperei mais por um amor... E não me queixo!

You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Anyplace is better Starting from zero got nothing to lose Maybe we'll make something But me myself I got nothing to prove You got a fast car And I got a plan to get us out of here (...) (Excerto de Fast Car, por Tracy Chapman)

É uma rádio normal. Nem é uma rádio, apesar de ser a Rádio Fazuma. Não faz nenhuma. Mas é fixe para quem fazmuitas. Eu não as faço. Mas se fizesse não ouvia outra coisa. Ou melhor: talvez passe a fazê-las com regularidade só para curtir este som... (por ser sobre fazuma e sobre som, escrevo curtir som e coisas afins). É por isso e por estar, genuinamente, feliz. Mesmo sem fazeruma! Ouvir aqui

"Heaven Sent" - INXS (Clica para ler a letra)

Peter Murphy no Coliseu de Lisboa [reportagem+fotos] O verdadeiro baile do vampiro. Lisboa rende-se ao mítico líder dos Bauhaus, que responde com mais de duas horas de concerto. Vem aí novo álbum. do(a) Blitz (para mim será sempre o Blitz, mesmo depois da operação de mudança de género) Pelo menos houve quem reparasse que naquela sala éramos todos vampiros!!!

"To the crowd to the world you were so dry and with a token bird I made sent it to fly right to your side with a broken wing you sail oh like winter in july a barren river wide I'll pray for the flood to wash on you it's here, I'll be with you Well if the birds can reach the sky to this land I'll be with you till the sun bursts from your side with my hands I reach to you when you think your chance is passing by when you blow your moon away I'll bleed like the reed fall with your knife it's here I'll be with you to the crowd to the world you were so dry and with a token bird I made sent it to fly right to your side with a broken wing you sail oh like winter in july a barren river wide I'll pray for the flood to wash on you it's here, I'll stay with you it's here, I'll be with you I'll fall..." Peter Murphy - I'll fall with your knife

A strange kind of love A strange kind of feeling Swims through your eyes And like the doors To a wide vast dominion They open to your prize This is no terror ground Or place for the rage No broken hearts White wash lies Just a taste for the truth Perfect taste choice and meaning A look into your eyes Blind to the gemstone alone A smile from a frown circles round Should he stay or should he go Let him shout a rage so strong A rage that knows no right or wrong And take a little piece of you There is no middle ground Or that's how it seems For us to walk or to take Instead we tumble down Either side left or right To love or to hate "A strange kind of love" (Peter Murphy)

Im only happy when it rains Im only happy when its complicated And though I know you cant appreciate it Im only happy when it rains You know I love it when the news is bad And why it feels so good to feel so sad Im only happy when it rains Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me Im only happy when it rains I feel good when things are going wrong I only listen to the sad, sad songs Im only happy when it rains I only smile in the dark My only comfort is the night gone black I didnt accidentally tell you that Im only happy when it rains Youll get the message by the time Im through When I complain about me and you Im only happy when it rains Pour your misery down, pour your misery down Pour your misery down on me pour your misery down Pour your misery down pour your misery down Pour your misery down on me pour your misery down Pour your misery down pour your misery down Pour your misery down on me pour your misery down Pour your