Oh My God?! I Think ... I´m a Pseudo Indie...
Naaaaaaaaaaaa....I Don´t Know Shit
Quinta-feira, 31 de Janeiro de 2008
Eddie Vedder + Laird Hamilton
Segunda-feira, 7 de Janeiro de 2008
Guaranteed
Segunda-feira, 24 de Setembro de 2007
Here's To The State of George W
here's to the judges of John Roberts,
who wear the robe of honor in a phony legal form,
and justices are stranger when the partisans report,
when the court elected a president it was the beginning of this war,
here's to the land you tore out the heart of,
John Roberts find yourself another country to be part of
here's to the government of Dick Cheney,
with criminals posing as advisors to the crown,
and they hope that no one sees the sites or that no one hears the sounds,
cause the speeches of our president are the remains of a clown
here's to the land you tore out the heart of,
Dick Cheney find yourself another country to be part of
here's to the churches of Pat Robert´s son,
oh the cross once made of silver now is turned to rust,
and the sunday morning services preach in fear of men in love,
and Heaven only knows in which God they must trust
here's to the land you tore out the heart of,
Pat Robert find yourself another country to be part of
here's to the laws of Alberto Gonzalez,
congress will pass an act in the panic of the day,
and the Constitution's drowning in an ocean of decay,
and freedom of speech is dangerous we've even heard them say,
here's to the land you tore out the heart of,
Gonzalez find yourself another country to be part of
here's to the businessmen of George W,
who'll want to change the focus from Halliburton to Enron
and their profits like blood money spilled out on the white house lawn,
to keep their hold on power they're using terror as a con,
while the bombs they fall on children dont know which side...dont care which side that they're on
here's to the land you tore out the heart of,
George W find yourself another country to be part of
here's to the land youve torn out the heart of,
George W find yourself another country to be part of
who wear the robe of honor in a phony legal form,
and justices are stranger when the partisans report,
when the court elected a president it was the beginning of this war,
here's to the land you tore out the heart of,
John Roberts find yourself another country to be part of
here's to the government of Dick Cheney,
with criminals posing as advisors to the crown,
and they hope that no one sees the sites or that no one hears the sounds,
cause the speeches of our president are the remains of a clown
here's to the land you tore out the heart of,
Dick Cheney find yourself another country to be part of
here's to the churches of Pat Robert´s son,
oh the cross once made of silver now is turned to rust,
and the sunday morning services preach in fear of men in love,
and Heaven only knows in which God they must trust
here's to the land you tore out the heart of,
Pat Robert find yourself another country to be part of
here's to the laws of Alberto Gonzalez,
congress will pass an act in the panic of the day,
and the Constitution's drowning in an ocean of decay,
and freedom of speech is dangerous we've even heard them say,
here's to the land you tore out the heart of,
Gonzalez find yourself another country to be part of
here's to the businessmen of George W,
who'll want to change the focus from Halliburton to Enron
and their profits like blood money spilled out on the white house lawn,
to keep their hold on power they're using terror as a con,
while the bombs they fall on children dont know which side...dont care which side that they're on
here's to the land you tore out the heart of,
George W find yourself another country to be part of
here's to the land youve torn out the heart of,
George W find yourself another country to be part of
tags: eddie vedder, musica
Quarta-feira, 19 de Setembro de 2007
Into the Wild
Shortly after Pearl Jam released Ten, a disillusioned twenty-something named Christopher McCandless dropped out of society, hitched cross-country and perished in the Alaskan wilderness. Now Eddie Vedder tells the young man's story on the soundtrack to Sean Penn's Into the Wild, tossing his weighty baritone onto earthy, folky tracks that temper the romance of absolute freedom with an eerie foreboding. Vedder strikes a cinematic tone on the jangly opener, “Setting Forth,” and ten more sketches that evoke days spent contemplating a vast skyline. Sleater-Kinney's Corin Tucker adds alluring harmonies to a rollicking cover of Indio's “Hard Sun,” and Vedder, free from the noise (and outrage) of his day job, disappears into the sublime beauty of the simple, banjo-plucked “No Ceiling.” (F)
There’s a big
a big hard sun
beating on the big people
in the big hard world
a big hard sun
beating on the big people
in the big hard world
.mais sobre mim
.pesquisar
.arquivos
.tags
- "post-rock is dead"
- ???
- animação
- arte
- arte urbana
- banda desenhada
- blaugh
- blog
- cartoon
- comics
- curta-metragem
- documentario
- download
- entrevista
- filme
- fotografia
- hip-hop
- humor
- ilustração
- instalação artística
- la blogothèque
- les concerts à emporter
- live
- moçambique
- mp3
- musica
- pando
- paris
- poema
- poster
- provocação religiosa
- pub
- religião
- sxsw
- take away show
- torrent
- trailer park boys
- tv
- video
- videoclip