terça-feira, 18 de março de 2008

Compulsive Creation


Sara Bareilles (Eureka, Califórnia) é uma cantora, compositora e pianista americana.
Sara estudou na UCLA, onde foi membro de uma grupo chamado Awaken. No mês de abril de 2005, assinou contrato com a gravadora Epic, integrante do grupo Sony Music.
Durante o ano de 2007 Bareilles faz a abertura das turnês de Aqualung e Mika, estreou seu primeiro grande álbum, Little Voice e fez sucesso com seu single "Love Song", conseguindo top 5 na parada Billboard Hot 100.

Fonte: Wikipedia

domingo, 16 de março de 2008

Queen of Hollywood

She drove a long way through the night
From an urban neighborhood
She left her mother in a fight
For a dream misunderstood
And her friends they talk on corners
They could never comprehend


But there was always something different
In the way she held a stare
And the pictures that she painted
Were of glamour and of flair
And her boyfriend though he loved her
Knew he couldn't quite fulfill
He could never meet her there


She's never gonna be like the one before
She read it in her stars that there's something more
No matter what it takes no matter how she breaks
She'll be the Queen of Hollywood


And the cynics they will wonder
What's the difference with this dream
And the dreams of countless others
All believing in TV
They see their handprints in a sidewalk
Flashing cameras on the scene
And a shining limousine


She's never gonna be like the one before
She read it in her stars that there's something more
No matter what it takes no matter how she breaks
She'll be the Queen of Hollywood
She's believing in a dream
(Queen of Hollywood)
It's a loaded fantasy


Now her mother collects cut-outs
And the pictures make her smile
But if she saw behind the curtains
It could only make her cry
She's got hand prints on her body
Sad moonbeams in her eyes
not so innocent a child


She's never gonna be like the one before
She read it in her stars that there's something more
No matter what it takes and even though she breaks
She'll be the Queen of Hollywood

(x2)

Friends still talk at the corners.

She's the Queen of Hollywood

terça-feira, 11 de março de 2008

I am believer

SITTING, WAITING, WISHING



Sinto-me triste...um vazio enorme

Quero muito ser feliz...E não sou capaz

Tenho dias que sinto que só há problemas a mais na minha vida.

Neste momento, só queria um bocadinho de Sol na minha vida, algo que me deixasse imensamente feliz e com vontade de ir atrás dos meus objectivos





domingo, 9 de março de 2008

She Sells Sanctuary



Esta música faz parte da minha adolescência, mas quando surgiu ainda era muito pequenina. Bons velhos tempos do rock...e como ainda consegue estar actualizado nos tempos que correm.


Belíssima música :)

sábado, 8 de março de 2008

So Nice

Vou sonhar....

Vou acreditar...mesmo em algo que não existe

Eu vou conseguir...

Eu sei que sim!



sexta-feira, 7 de março de 2008

Foundations

Thursday night, everything's fine
Except you've got that look in your eye
When I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring
You're thinking of something to say
You'll go along with it, then drop it
And humiliate me in front of our friends

Then I'll use that voice that you find annoyin'
And say something like:
"Yeah, intelligent input, darlin'
Why don't you just have another beer, then?"
Then you'll call me a bitch
And everyone we're with will be embarrassed
And I won't give a shit

My fingertips are holding onto
The cracks in our foundation
And I know that I should let go, but I can't
And every time we fight, I know it's not right
Every time that you're upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can't

You said I must eat so many lemons 'cause I am so bitter
I said:
"I'd rather be with your friends, mate
'Cause they are much fitter,"
Yes, it was childish and you got aggressive
And I must admit that I was a bit scared
But it gives me thrills to wind you up

My fingertips are holding onto
The cracks in our foundation
And I know that I should let go, but I can't
And every time we fight, I know it's not right
Every time that you're upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can't

Your face is pasty 'cause you've gone and got so wasted
What a surprise
Don't want to look at your face 'cause it's makin' me sick
You've gone and got sick on my trainers
I only got these yesterday
Oh my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this

Well, I'll leave you there till the mornin'
And I purposely won't turn the heating on
And dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one

My fingertips are holding onto
The cracks in our foundation
And I know that I should let go, but I can't
And every time we fight, I know it's not right
Every time that you're upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can't

My fingertips are holding onto
The cracks in our foundation
And I know that I should let go, but I can't
And every time we fight, I know it's not right
Every time that you're upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can't

And every time we fight, I know it's not right
Every time that you're upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can't


quarta-feira, 5 de março de 2008

Chasing Pavements

Quando me deixo que as recordações voltem a entrar dentro de mim, sinto a tua falta...

Sinto falta da maneira como me fazias rir...
Sinto falta de ter alguém a quem ligar ou mandar mensagens...
Sinto falta de ter o coração a palpitar quando estava junto de ti...
Sinto falta do dia em que te conheci...
Sinto falta das longas conversas...
Sinto falta de um grande abraço teu...
Sinto muita falta de ti...