Why not think about times to come?
And not about the things that you’ve done?
If your life was bad to you
Just think what tomorrow will do

Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow
Don’t stop, it’ll soon be here
It’ll be better than before
Yesterday’s gone, yesterday’s gone

Reneé Dominique - 'Till There Was You

Amy Winehouse - All My Loving [2004]

Just say you will, will, will
Come through and chill, chill, chill
Just say you will, will, will
Come through and chill, chill, chill
Mmm say it

I wanna fuck all night (say it)
I wanna fuck all night (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I wanna fuck all night (say it)
I wanna fuck all night

os U2 em registo pop pop 

Les choses vont comme elles vont
De temps en temps la terre tremble
Le malheur au malheur ressemble
Il est profond profond profond

Vous voudriez au ciel bleu croire
Je le connais ce sentiment
J’y crois aussi moi par moments
Comme l’alouette au miroir

Beth Hart & Gary Hoey - Rather Go Blind

A Rolling Stone sobre um disco: "It's a necessary record that should generate plenty of thought, and more than a few babies, too."

i wanna love you and teach you and smell you
you wanna kiss me and lick me and fuck me

se há uns anos me dissessem que uma dia iria escrever sobre os foo fighters... enfim.

[boys just wanna have fun]

Charles Bradley - Changes [2015]

The Legendary Tigerman - Fix of Rock'n'Roll [2018]

Malcolm McLaren & Catherine Deneuve - Paris Paris

[expediente]

the killers


shania twain

How Do You Make Somebody Fall In Love?

Neil Young - Such a Woman [1992]

Calexico - End Of The World With You [2018]

Take off, take off
Take off all your clothes
Take off, take off
Take off all your clothes
Take off, take off
Take off all of your clothes
They say only the good die young
That just ain't right
'Cause we're having too much fun
Too much fun tonight, yeah


deixei a lana ali à espera, semanas e semanas. sempre tivemos uma relação difícil... quando me dispus a ouvir a rodela de 70 minutos (!), fui muito rapidamente do preconceito ao deslumbramento. na hora de fechar o texto, hesitei entre as 4 e as 5 estrelas. na edição em papel da time out lisboa, mercê de uma daquelas distrações que só conhece quem já passou por uma redacção, o texto acabou por sair com 3 estrelas. lá está, a relação difícil. sei que vais desculpar-me lana.