Near to you by A Fine Frenzy

He and I had something beautiful
But so dysfunctional, it couldn’t last
I loved him so but I let him go
‘Cause I knew he’d never love me back

Such pain as this
Shouldn’t have to be experienced
I’m still reeling from the loss,
Still a little bit delirious

Near to you, I am healing
But it’s taking so long
‘Cause though he’s gone
And you are wonderful
It’s hard to move on
Yet, I’m better near to you.

You and I have something different
And I’m enjoying it cautiously
I’m battle scarred, I am working oh so hard
To get back to who I used to be

He’s disappearing
Fading suddelly
I’m so close to being yours
Won’t you stay with me
Please

Near to you, I am healing
But it’s taking so long
‘Cause though he’s gone
And you are wonderful
It’s hard to move on
Yet, I’m better near to you.

I only know that I am
Better where you are
I only know that I am
Better where you are
I only know that I belong
Where you are

Near to you, I am healing
But it’s taking so long
Though he’s gone
And you are wonderful
It’s hard to move on

Near to you, I am healing
But it’s taking so long
‘Cause though he’s gone
And you are wonderful
It’s hard to move on
Yet, I’m better near to you.

Yet, I’m better near to you.

I dance through the rush hour traffic. I try using the inner city road but the traffic’s so jammed I immediately choose another route and when I find it is also jammed I try another one and like this I go around town, you know, just checking that every building is still there. I recently made a CD out of some of my favourite songs of all times and am now listening to my favourite of the moment, The Reason, Hoobastank . Such a perfect song you almost wish you’d had the honour of witting it yourself, at least I do! In fact, I press ‘repeat’ on that song so many times I think I could have completed a CD with that single song and would listen to it from beginning till end. So, I guess I obsess about stuff once in a while. Meanwhile my thoughts are unclear, I try not to think at all. What a mess I got myself into. I stop the car and sight. It’s just going to be another day, just like any other day at work I remind myself. Whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing, I’m not sure. As I said, I’m refraining from thought as much as I can. Despite the fact that I recently read in this book that ‘denial is so last century’, right now, I’ve become pretty good on the denial thing. So you do learn from experience after all. Just you don’t learn never to do it again, you learn to block it out the next time.

Another sigh as I enter the place. (I’ve been doing so much sighing these last couple of weeks you’d think I would have drained all the air my lungs could get me by now.) The place I work. It is how I earned my way through these last years of college. And now it is high time for me to find something new. I just can’t stand this place anymore. The place, the people, the work. I want to do something I love, and work with interesting people. This gym, as far as people are concerned, you just meet dumbasses, a few exceptions aside I must say, to their credit. I don’t mean to say these people are shallow. Oh, no, certainly not. They’re full … of rubbish. And they do have useful information to pass on … if you wanna be talked into freaking anorexia nervosa!

So it’s a quiet day and I have my book ready to fill the void between getting a coffee and making a sandwich. I start to read and this person comes to me, takes a look at the book, decides it’s not the one I was reading last week and shouts ‘Are you reading ANOTHER book? Do you read like three books a month?’ She actually made it sound like I was on drugs or something. That’s the thing about my country, if you’re smoking pot and drinking anything but water every other night, you’re a rebel, a COOL rebel; if you read a lot, you’re a freak. And I don’t even read a lot, it’s just a frenzy I’m going through at the moment. And I just found out that the more I read, the more I wan to write. So, if I keep this pace, I should well be on my way to becoming a novelist. I just need to fix up a story to tell. Anyway, as much as I love the person, I took offence on the commentary. But that’s how people are, I guess you cannot expect a gym instructor to sympathise with the ‘reading kind’. She’s becoming a mother in a few months. Now THAT’S a kind I don’t understand. Just the day before one of the many brilliant people at the gym said (kept saying) that she would bring her four-year-old daughter the next day because she had no one to look after her. I immediately got the feeling that what she really meant was something like ‘Tomorrow be ready and have many many tricks up your sleeve to entertain my baby. Please, also have some nice comments on how beautiful and cute and well-behaved she is.’ So, when I smile at her ‘warning’ I just think ‘Oh, no you don’t!’ I’m not playing the babysitter and I’m not playing with your daughter. I always find parents who drool over their children’s perfectness so pathetic, especially when they expect everybody else to agree with them. When I have kids, and I’m sure they’ll be too beautiful what with my wide green eyes and perfect taste on men, I’ll never boast about their virtues. And I won’t treat them like children, I’ll definitely treat them like little adults. I don’t usually relate to children, my whole life I can only remember two little girls I just loved and wished mine would be just like them. But that’s it! Parents out there, don’t expect everybody to envy your kids, cause they don’t.

That’s just what I think but it’s not really what I say. I mean, has anyone ever told you that it was good to speak one’s mind? Well, these people are either mad or they just never thought of what that meant. If I said everything that I think it would be … bad, for lack of a word that expresses how despicable that would turn out to be. But then again, if people expressed everything that comes to their minds World War Three would be on its way. That’s why we have compromised to do a ‘little’ bit of editing in every thought, or else, society has made us do it.

Oh, and here it is, The Reason, Hoobastank

Há uns tempos tive o enorme prazer de ouvir esta música (cortesia do meu ídolo como é óbvio) e hoje encontrei-a de novo nos caminhos incertos da web. É uma cover (e se há música que merece ter uma cover é esta) de uma música brazuca (daí ser Orkut e não Hi5, mas também ficava bem “eu vou-te deletar e excluir do meu hifive!!!”). Aqui está, é puro arroz de cabidela pros meus ouvidos … Façam o favor de acompanhar a letra que … está muito bem … escrita.

Convém referir (porque não quero manchar a reputação de ninguem) que este vídeo foi brilhantemente feito por uns gajos quaisquer que não conheço de lado nenhum. O cantor, de seu nome Élvio Santiago, ainda não tem vídeoclip para esta brilhante música.

sei que os anos vao passando e cada vez te amo mais
e dedicando sempre um amor sem fim
nos momentos de paixão e de felicidade
e eu sempre acreditei que o teu amor era verdade
tu sempre juras-te a mim eterno amor
e um dia casarias comigo e serias feliz
mas tu mentis-te e vi que estava errado
um dia vi tu saires com o ex namorado

refrão:
eu vou-te deletar te excluir do meu orkut
eu vou-te bloquear no msn
nao me mandes mais scrapts nem e-mails power-point
me exclui tambem
e adiciona ele
(bis)

… porque eu quero vender.

Mariah having some emergency waxing done . . .

Meanwhile Céline Dion was in Japan in need of some waxing herself …

Yeah … those are celine´s legs.

É este. Um grande album com grandes músicas interpretadas por uma grande voz, a de James Morrison

My absolute favourite …

I’ve been twisting and turning,
In a space that’s too small.
I’ve been drawing the line and watching it fall,
You’ve been closing me in, closing the space in my heart.
Watching us fading and watching it all fall apart.

Chorus
Well I can’t explain why it’s not enough, Cause I gave it all to you.
And if you leave me now, oh just leave me now.
It’s the better thing to do,
It’s time to surrender,
It’s been to long pretending.
Theres no use in trying,
When the pieces don’t fit anymore, Pieces don’t fit here anymore.

You pulled me under,
If I had to give in.
Such a beautiful myth,
That’s breaking my skin.
Well I’ll hide all the bruises,
I’ll hide all the damage that’s done.
But I show how I’m feeling until all the feeling has gone.

(Chorus)

Ooh don’t missunderstand,
How I feel.
Cause I’ve tried, yes I’ve tried.
But still I don’t know why, no I don’t know why.
I dont know why…

Ao que parece Sarah Silverman foi ao programa do namorado, Jimmy Kimmel, para tornar realidade o pior dos pesadelos masculinos… uma declaração de “encornação” para quem quiser ver.

Tudo começou assim:

Sem dúvida uma piadola de mau gosto engraçada. Mais engraçado só mesmo se alguém se vestisse à Maddie no Carnaval e fosse desfilar pra um café de betinhos em Gaia.

the beautiful lyrics:

On s’est aimé à cause, à cause de l’été
Qui peignait tout en rose, l’amour et la cité
À cause des grands rêves que nous avions bâtis
Autour d’Adam et d’Ève et de leur Paradis

À cause de l’ambiance, du lieu et du moment
Et des lambeaux d’enfance, collés à nos vingt ans
On s’est aimé à cause, à cause, à cause, à cause

Mais maintenant, vois-tu, on ne peut ignorer
Qu’il nous faut voir un peu différemment les choses
On s’est aimé à cause, il faut s’aimer malgré

Malgré, malgré la pluie, tombant sur nos étés
Malgré le ciel de suie et les jours sans clarté
Malgré tous les grands rêves dont on est revenus
Comme Adam et comme Ève du Paradis perdu

Malgré les clairvoyances de nos coeurs indulgeants
Malgré l’accoutumance tissée au fil des ans
On s’est aimé à cause, à cause, à cause, à cause

Mais maintenant vois-tu, on ne peut ignorer
Qu’il nous faut voir un peu différemment les choses
On s’est aimé à cause

À cause de l’ambiance, du lieu et du moment
Et des lambeaux d’enfance, collés à nos vingt ans
On s’est aimé à cause, à cause, à cause, à cause

Mais maintenant vois-tu, on ne peut ignorer
Qu’il nous faut voir un peu différemment les choses On s’est aimé à cause, oh!
il faut s’aimer malgré

Malgré beaucoup de choses
Mais maintenant vois-tu, on ne peut ignorer
Que l’amour se transforme et son apothéose
C’est quand on aime à cause, à cause des malgrés

Love her or hate her, no place place for indifference when it comes to Céline Dion. I can understand how some people just might puke if they hear one more over the top high note from Céline, and I am most willing to accept that some people don’t even think she’s got that good a voice. But you gotta give her that … she’s some crazy bitch. If I didn’t know any better I would probably think she’s on crack. This is a video made by someone whom I wouldn’t say hate her, but he’s definitely not that much of a fan.

Yeah, fucking amazing. If there were any doubts …

Oh, and she can sing … even if she’s drinking.

And here she goes again …

E a jóia da coroa! She MUST have been drinking here. “I’m not thinking with my head, I’m talking with my heart … take a kayak you morons!” Do I hear kids being raped at night? Cause if it was broad daylight there wouldn’t be a problem. “Big guns, what’s that!” Indeed.

But don’t get me wrong, I love Celine.

You’re So Vain

You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they’d be your partner
They’d be your partner, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

You had me several years ago
When I was still quite naive
Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga
And your horse naturally won
Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well, you’re where you should be all the time
And when you’re not, you’re with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?