Último Folhas Secas para o ano de 2006

O Folhas Secas despede-se de 2006 ao som de:

Sean Riley – Lights out in the city
Old Boy soundtrack – The last waltz
Elliot Smith – Waterloo sunset
Paradise Motel – Drive
Tori Amos – I don’t like Mondays
António Variações – Visões-Ficções (Nostradamus)
Clã – Lado esquerdo
Azembla’s Quartet – Dimentica cio’ che ti ho detto
Cocteau Twins – Sugar hiccup
Joy Division – Decades
Durrutti Column – The missing boy
Sétima Legião – Glória
Jacques Brel – Quand on n’a que l’amour
The Doors – Severed garden adágio

Por Miguel Henriques


“Dirty old river must you keep rolling, flowing into the night People so busy make me feel dizzy taxi light shines so bright. But I don't feel afraid as long as I gaze at Waterloo Sunset I am in Paradise. Every day I look at the world from my window: chilly, chilly is the evening time.”

“Who's gonna pick you up, WhenYou fall? Who's gonna hang it up, When you call? Who's gonna pay attention, To your dreams? And who's gonna plug their ears, When you scream?”

“O meu lado esquerdo Oriente do meu instinto o lado que me guia no escuro o lado com que eu choro e com que eu sinto Meu o meu foi o meu lado esquerdo Que me levou a ti Quando eu ja pensava Que nao existias para mim no mundo”

« Quand on n'a que l'amour Pour vivre nos promesses Sans nulle autre richesse Que d'y croire toujours Quand on n'a que l'amour Pour meubler de merveilles Et couvrir de soleil La laideur des faubourgs […] Quand on n'a que l'amour Pour tracer un chemin Et forcer le destin A chaque carrefour Quand on n'a que l'amour Pour parler aux canons Et rien qu'une chanson Pour convaincre un tambour»

“wow, im sick of doubt live in the light of certain south, cruel bindings the servants have the power dogmen and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our assailers i'm sick of dour faces staring at me from the tv tower i want roses in my garden bower, dig? royal babies, rubies, must now replace aborted strangers in the mudt hese mutants blood meal for the plant that's ploughed they are waiting to take us into the severed garden you know how pale and wanton, thrillful comes death in the strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scary over-friendly guest you've brought to bed death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens' claws no more money, no more fancy dress this other kingdom seems by far the best until its other jaw reveals incest and loose obedience to a vegetable law i will not go prefer a feast of friends to the giant family”