No Ar...
«Miami Vice», goste-se ou não, é um filme de acção. Com acção. Imagens fantásticas; técnica de fotografia a lembrar filtros de um Anton Corbjin; uma banda sonora feita com bom gosto, subdividida em «2» volumes.
Ao ter visto o filme pareceu-me ouvir a voz de Chris Cornell. E de facto era, é, o que para este escriba era sinal de que os Audioslave tinham (talvez) novo material no mercado. Com saída oficial agendada para 5 de Setembro «Revelations» apresenta-nos (se é que é possivel arriscar dizer) a maturidade intra-grupo. Agora, e por agora, os mecanismos «Soundgarden-Rage Against The Machine» esbatem-se e originam de facto, e em forma, a sonoridade Audioslave.
«Original Fire» e «Revelations» em rotação máxima, cá pelo tasco virtual!
Rock On!
sexta-feira, agosto 25, 2006
sexta-feira, agosto 11, 2006
Leif Ericson
No Ar...
She says it helps with the lights out
Her rabid glow is like braille to the night
She swears I'm a slave to the details
But if your life is such a big joke why should I care?
The clock is set for nine but you know you're gonna make it eight
So that you two can take some time teach each other to reciprocate
She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kids gloves
But she doesn't know that I left my urge in the icebox
She swears I'm just prey for the female
Well then hook me up and throw me baby cakes cause I like to get hooked
The clock is set for nine but you know you're gonna make it eight
All the people that you've loved they're all bound to leave some keepsakes
I've been swinging all the time think it's time I learned your way
I picture you and me together in the jungle it will be ok
I'll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night
That is supposing that you don't sleep tonight
It's like learning a new language
Helps me catch up on my mime
If you don't bring up those lonely parts
This could be a good time
It's like learning a new language
You come here to me
We'll collect those lonely parts and set them down
You come here to me...
She says brief things her love's a pony
My love's subliminal
She says brief things her love's a pony
My love's subliminal
P.S -O Aeroporto é um formigueiro em acção!!!!
She says it helps with the lights out
Her rabid glow is like braille to the night
She swears I'm a slave to the details
But if your life is such a big joke why should I care?
The clock is set for nine but you know you're gonna make it eight
So that you two can take some time teach each other to reciprocate
She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kids gloves
But she doesn't know that I left my urge in the icebox
She swears I'm just prey for the female
Well then hook me up and throw me baby cakes cause I like to get hooked
The clock is set for nine but you know you're gonna make it eight
All the people that you've loved they're all bound to leave some keepsakes
I've been swinging all the time think it's time I learned your way
I picture you and me together in the jungle it will be ok
I'll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night
That is supposing that you don't sleep tonight
It's like learning a new language
Helps me catch up on my mime
If you don't bring up those lonely parts
This could be a good time
It's like learning a new language
You come here to me
We'll collect those lonely parts and set them down
You come here to me...
She says brief things her love's a pony
My love's subliminal
She says brief things her love's a pony
My love's subliminal
P.S -O Aeroporto é um formigueiro em acção!!!!
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