quinta-feira, 21 de janeiro de 2010

on repeat. LCD Soundsystem.

Beats on repeat, beating on me
From every car in the street
There's a constant repeat, on repeat
Of your paranoid, heartbreaking beats
On repeat

It's a five song repeat, beating on me
With your favourite band, that helps you sleep
And here comes the new stylish creep
From every car in the street
On repeat
On repeat

Don't tell nobody what, what you really want because
They can tell everybody else
What you really want
Then you're fucked, so
Act like it's for yourself or its all yours
And they go and tell everybody else
That you're really great
We are just people

You're enfranchised and entrenched
You're enfranchised and entrenched
But know that it's yours
Real life's a compromise

But your ? streak is beating on me
Well, my drink in the week is helping me sleep

I wish I could complain more about the rich but then
All their children would line the streets,
Come to every show,
No one wants that

I wish I could complain more about the rich but then
All their children would flee the schools,
Come to every show,
Drugged and unwashed

I wish I could complain more about the rich but then
All their children would line the streets,
Come to every show,
Unwashed and drugged and

Beats on repeat beating on me
On your radio (x6)

Beats on repeat beating on me
Beats on repeat beating on me


já velha e ainda não antiga. ganhou agora, para o emissor, um significado diferente. cá voltaremos, espero. como à resposta ao estímulo do anterior pouste, no prelo por falta de tempo.

2 comentários:

Zé Miguel disse...

isto da falta de tempo está a acabar com este blogue...

eu tb ando para aqui a arrastar-me entre apresentções, reuniões, papers, meu deus, como estou farto de ser doutoraaaaaaaaando

segismundo brota-papers-pelas-orelhas-que-quer-é-escolher-uma-tese disse...

eu ainda estou a começar, não me queixo! até porque vão-se acabar os trabalhos de encher chouriço e posso dedicar-me ao que realmente me interessa. que é algo que ainda nãoi sei bem o que é, mas que tem um objecto bem definido. vá que no final vai ser a desfisicilazação, ou não, da obra de arte. irra! aquele abraço!