Drive
Who's gonna tell you when
It's too late
Who's gonna tell you things
Aren't so great
You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight
Who's gonna pick you up
When you fall
Who's gonna hang it up
When you call
Who's gonna pay attention
To your dreams
Who's gonna plug their ears
When you scream
You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight
Who's gonna hold you down
When you shake
Who's gonna come around
When you break
You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight
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From The Cars Heartbeat City album
Songs written by Ric Ocasek
Mensagens
Not my fav among all Spanish painters but still very good,
NYTimes has an article on The Secret of the Black Paintings
The image has been way overquoted, overlinked and overshown but it seems to me that we Spaniards have
a somewhat Cassandra complex in these war-things, we seem to be primers in suffering among manking
first but nobody is paying attention nor listening. And of course nobody learns from it. So it goes...
"No pasarán" ... But sadly enough they did pass through...
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
Povo que Lavas no Rio
Povo que lavas no rio
Que vais às feiras e à tenda
Que talhas com teu machado
As tábuas do meu caixão,
Há-de haver quem te defenda,
Quem turve o teu ar sadio,
Quem compre o teu chão sagrado,
Mas a tua vida não!
Meu cravo branco na orelha!
Minha camélia vermelha!
Meu verde majericão!
Ó natureza vadia!
Vejo uma fotografia...
Mas a tua vida, não!
Fui ter à mesa redonda,
Beber em malga que esconda
Um beijo, de mão em mão...
Água pura, fruto agreste,
Fora o vinho que me deste,
Mas a tua vida não!
Procissões de praia e monte,
Areais, píncaros, passos
Atrás dos quais os meus vão!
Que é dos cântaros da fonte?
Guardo o jeito desses braços...
Mas a tua vida, não!
Aromas de urze e de lama!
Dormi com eles na cama...
Tive a mesma condição.
Bruxas e lobas, estrelas!
Tive o dom de conhecê-las...
Mas a tua vida, não!
Subi às frias montanhas,
Pelas veredas estranhas
Onde os meus olhos estão.
Rasguei certo corpo ao meio...
Vi certa ...
Hunter
With One Light On In One Room
I Know You're Up When I Get Home
With One Small Step Upon The Stair
I Know Your Look When I Get There
If You Were A King Up There On Your Throne
Would You Be Wise Enough To Let Me Go
For This Queen You Think You Own
Wants To Be A Hunter Again
Wants To See The World Alone Again
To Take A Chance On Life Again
So Let Me Go
The Unread Book And Painful Look
The Tv's On The Sound Is Down
One Long Pause
Then You Begin
Oh Look What The Cat's Brought In
If You Were A King Up There On Your Throne
Would You Be Wise Enough To Let Me Go
For This Queen You Think You Own
Wants To Be A Hunter Again
Wants To See The World Alone Again
To Take A Chance On Life Again
So Let Me Go
Let Me Leave
For The Crown You've Placed Upon My Head Feels Too Heavy Now
And I Don't Know What To Say To You But I'll Smile Anyhow
And All The Time I'm Thinking Thinking
I Want To Be A Hunter Again
Want To See The World Alo...
This made lme augh put loud on a sunday afternoon
(damn you Internet and your magical pages)
It comes from Book-a-minute
Gravity's Rainbow
By Thomas Pynchon
Ultra-Condensed by Glenn Davis
Thomas Pynchon
A screaming thing comes across the sky. It's a V-2 rocket carrying twelve thousand pounds of symbolism, and it's coming down on your poor, deluded, postmodern head.
Those were the days when I studied Literature and Film and we had a paper on any chosen movie having premiered that year. I chose a movie and dedicated this stanza to a character masterfully played by a very young Kirsten Dunst:
Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Nightmare Life - in - Death was she,
Who thicks man`s blood with cold .
Lisboa
MANUEL VICENT
Frente a la cafetería A Brasileira, en el Chiado de Lisboa, está la escultura de Pessoa sentado en la terraza
como un cliente más entre la gente. A su lado en otra mesa hay ahora una bella mujer de mediana edad
cuya mirada perdida denota una profunda desolación. Parece extranjera, tal vez inglesa y permanece tan
inmóvil como el bronce del poeta. La observo desde un extremo de la terraza mientras escribo ante un campari
bajo el sol de otoño. ¿A qué será debida la angustia que expresan sus ojos? Pienso en un verso de Pessoa:
'y lo que soy es un sueño que está triste'.
Lisboa huele a confitería, a tienda de algodones, al agua blanda del Tajo. Su humedad dorada se eleva hasta
los vericuetos de la Alfama donde las pequeñas droguerías, librerías de lance y puestos de salazones la condensan
en otros variados aromas que son también vías del conocimiento. Al atravesar una trama sensitiva de sésamo y
café torrefacto puede que, de pronto...
Caaaaan't resissssst, this joke is too good:
A French teacher was explaining to her class that in French, unlike English,
nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.
"House" is feminine - "la maison."
"Pencil" is masculine - "le crayon."
A student asked, "What gender is 'computer'?"
Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female -
and asked them to decide for themselves whether "computer" should be a masculine
or a feminine noun.
Each group was asked to give four reasons for their recommendation.
The men's group decided that "computer" should definitely be of the feminine gender ("la computer"), because:
1. No one but their creator understands their intern al logic
2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers,
is incomprehensible to everyone else
3. Even the smallest mistakes ...
16 REASONS WHY ALCOHOL SHOULD BE SERVED AT WORK...
It's an incentive to show up.
It leads to more honest communications.
It reduces complaints about low pay.
Employees tell management what they think, not what they want to hear.
It encourages car pooling.
Increase job satisfaction because if you have a bad job, you don't care.
It eliminates vacations because people would rather come to work.
It makes fellow employees look better.
It makes the cafeteria food taste better.
Bosses are more likely to hand out raises when they are wasted.
Salary negotiations are a lot more profitable.
Employees work later since there's no longer a need to relax at the bar.
It makes everyone more open with their ideas.
Eliminates the need for employees to get drunk on their lunch break...
Employees no longer need coffee to sober up.
Sitting "Bare ass" on the copy machine will no longer be seen as gross.
