... já cheira a PRIMAVERA.

fire never end

Coisas passadas... #4

Halloween Special Night with DjNightmare & Miss Rabbit @ Maratona
photos by Evil Eve

Depeche Mode no Pavilhão Atlântico

... e a terceira foi de vez.

surfin' bird...

Well everybody's heard about the bird

Bird bird bird
Bird is the word

Don't you know about the bird
Well everybody knows that the bird is a word

Bird bird bird bird is a word

Ryan McGinley + Sigur Rós, great...

Sigur Ros - Gobbledigook
Enviado por le-pere-de-colombe. - Buscar outros videos de Musica.

mundo pop...

... 2 F.M. from GODFATHER.

Hoje não me arrependo,
não me arrependo de recordar.
Recordação pela qual faltei.
Mestre com quem aprendi,
o direito à diferença.

GENITALPANIK

d' aprés Valie Export.

Marina Abramovic

NIGHTMARES... #9

... about 9.11 and Nobel Prize.

OZZY COLLECTION II, Evento Rua Henrique Sales - Caldas da Rainha 22.9.09

photos by Paula Nobre

MEMORABILIA

About 9.11...

Coisas passadas... #3

DjNightmare + Miss Rabbit @ Rabiscuits
Alcobaça 19. Set. 2009
powered by Galdéria

e os Arctic Monkeys também lá passaram, Crying Lightning...

Outside the café by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick n mix
Said your mistaken if you thinking that I an't been called cold before
As you bit into your attention in the form of a gobstopper,
Is all you have left and it was going to waste

Your past times
Consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called
Crying Lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons

The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on it's way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postone
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile did not hide,
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne.

With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp, no gaps to claw

And your past times
Consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying Lightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not have as impossible as everyone assumes
You are Crying Lightning

(...)

And I hate that little game you had called
Crying

American Gothic part II

Outra foto...
Outro rei.
Um cenário mais caseiro, familiar...
A música agora é outra; Ring Of Fire.

Love Is A Burning Thing
And It Makes A Fiery Ring
Bound By Wild Desire
I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

The Taste Of Love Is Sweet
When Hearts Like Ours Meet
I Fell For You Like A Child
Oh, But The Fire Went Wild

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

by Johnny Cash

American Gothic

Por falar em reis...
Escuto Johnny Cash, When The Man Comes Around, e lembro uma foto que gosto muito.

Opening Introduction (Spoken part)

And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse

Song

There's a man going around taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

In measured hundred weight and penney pound
When the Man comes around.

Close (Spoken part)
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.

by Johnny Cash

The Fans

from Los Angeles Times...

Nick Ut / Associated Press

Jay L. Clendenin / Los Angeles Times

Genaro Molina / Los Angeles Times

Reed Saxon / Associated Press

Reed Saxon / Associated Press

Andrew Gombert / EPA

Mary Altaffer / Associated Press

Carlos Osorio / Associated Press

Tasos Katopodis / Getty Images

Michael Jackson R.I.P.

Acabei de ouvir na Sky News que Michael Jackson morreu.
Hoje é uma thriller night...

Its close to midnight and something evils lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
Youre paralyzed

cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no ones gonna save you from the beast about strike
You know its thriller, thriller night
Youre fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight


You hear the door slam and realize theres nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if youll ever see the sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination
But all the while you hear the creature creepin up behind
Youre out of time


(...)

Bridge
Night creatures call
And the dead start to walk in their masquerade
Theres no escapin the jaws of the alien this time
(theyre open wide)
This is the end of your life


Theyre out to get you, theres demons closing in on every side
They will possess you unless you change the number on your dial
Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together
All thru the night Ill save you from the terror on the screen,
Ill make you see

That this is thriller, thriller night
cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare to try
Girl, this is thriller, thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller
Thriller here tonight

(rap performed by vincent price)
Darkness falls across the land
The midnite hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize yawls neighbourhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpses shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzy ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller

written & composed by Rod Temperton