Mais um sorriso, Este tem que valer por dois, Em vez do grito que não dei

quarta-feira, outubro 22, 2008

Nothing ever happens

Post office clerks put up signs saying position closed
And secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their coats
Janitors padlock the gates
For security guards to patrol
And bachelors phone up their friends for a drink
While the married ones turn on a chat show

And theyll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow

Gentlemen time please, you know we cant serve anymore
Now the traffic lights change to stop, when theres nothing to go
And by five oclock everythings dead
And every third car is a cab
And ignorant people sleep in their beds
Like the doped white mice in the college lab

Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
The needle returns to the start of the song
And we all sing along like before

And well all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow

Telephone exchanges click while theres nobody there
The martians could land in the carpark and no one would care
Close-circuit cameras in department stores shoot the same video every day
And the stars of these films neither die nor get killed
Just survive constant action replay

Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
The needle returns to the start of the song
And we all sing along like before

And well all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow

Bill hoardings advertise products that nobody needs
While angry from manchester writes to complain about
All the repeats on t.v.
And computer terminals report some gains
On the values of copper and tin
While american businessmen snap up van goghs
For the price of a hospital wing

Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
The needle returns to the start of the song
And we all sing along like before
Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
Theyll burn down the synagogues at six oclock
And well all go along like before

And well all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow

Del Amitri

Não te conhecem...

The Sexiest Woman Alive 2008.
Retirado daqui.

terça-feira, outubro 21, 2008

Bem na vida

Nos últimos tempos tenho pensado sistematicamente no seguinte: quando o sucesso é a escala que nos mede a todos, cada vez gosto mais dos que o não têm. Aqueles que mais admiro ou não se dão bem com ele, ou rejeitam-no, ou desistem de o procurar. 

sexta-feira, outubro 17, 2008

Cá estamos nós outra vez...

...e c0m uma sugestão para o fim-de-semana: