À espera que aconteça...

sexta-feira, dezembro 22, 2006

BOAS FESTAS!!!!!!

Bem, parece que chegámos àquela altura em que desejamos a todos um Feliz Natal e um Bom Ano Novo. Mas o que nós queremos mesmo, é felicitar todos os que lêem o nosso blog, os que dizem bem, os que dizem mal, os que comentam, os que não comentam…enfim, todos os que directa e indirectamente nos têm inspirado. São nossos desejos que continuemos a estar todos “juntos” no próximo ano, partilhando alegrias, tristezas, parvoíces, ideias (boas ou más) and so on, and so on…

Vemo-nos no próximo ano!

gaija cool e gaija trendy

Deeper Underground

À beira de um novo ano, é tempo de reflexão, o que no meu caso particular significa hibernação! Depois de um longo tempo à tona, é tempo de voltar à toca para um mini-sono reparador. Foi um ano interessante, observei muito, escrevi bastante e envolvi-me ainda mais. Em breve voltarei, com uma nova pele, pronta a entrar no ano do 007.
Pois é meus caros, o 007 ainda não chegou, mas já há indícios de muitas aventuras e de muitos acontecimentos importantes. Espero estar à altura de uma Bond Girl!

Até ao meu regresso...

Ass: gaija trendy


Yeah, you know they gonna bring him down
They gonna wreck it down, yeah

Something's come to rock me
And I can't keep my head
I get nervous in the New York City streets
Where my legacy treads
I know I'm better off standing in the shadows
Far from humans with guns
But now it's too late, there's no escape
From what they have done,
C'mon

I'm going deeper underground
There's too much panic in this town
I'm going deeper underground
There's too much panic in this town
I'm going deeper underground
But I got to go deeper, got to go much deeper, yeah
Cuh-heh, they gonna wreck it down, yeah
Step do-do-do-dow-di-dow-di-down
Hey we're gonna bring it down, yeah

Some people with a pocket full of money
And an eye full of hate
Take a pleasure in destruction
Of the very thing that they tried to create
Somebody tell me why does all
Mankind only tamper and touch?
Have a habit where they-bite off
More they can chew
And now it's too much

I'm going deeper underground, hey ha
There's too much panic in this town
I'm going deeper underground
There's too much panic in this town
I'm going deeper underground
There's too much panic in this town

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going
Deeper underground
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going
Deeper underground
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going
Deeper underground
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going
Deeper underground

Something's come to rock me
And I can't keep my head
I get nervous in the New York City streets
Where my legacy treads
I know I'm better off standing in the shadows
Far from humans with guns
But now it's too late, there's no escape
From what they have done

(Got to go) I'm going deeper underground
(Got to go deeper) I'm going, I'm going (deeper)
I'm going (deeper), I'm going (yeah)
I'm going deeper underground
(I'm going, I'm going
Got to go deep
(I'm going, I'm going)
I'm going deeper underground
(Deeper, deeper)
Got to get down now
I'm going, I'm going...

(Jamiroquai)

quinta-feira, dezembro 21, 2006

"Yo (Excuse Me Miss)"

Hoje amanheci assim...

Whoa Whoa
Do do do do do
Yeah
Yeah

Yo,
Tell me fellas have you seen her? (Seen her)
It was about five minutes ago
When I seen the hottest chick
That a young'n
Never seen before

I said Yo,
Tell her girls I want to meet her (meet her)
On second thought that ain't the way to go
I got give her game proper
Spit it so she'll get it
There she is I got to stop her

Or should I talk about her smile? (It's been said before)
Or what about her style? (Too obvious)
I'm out of time
She's out the door
I got to go for mine

I think I'll say

Yo
I dont know your name but excuse me miss
I saw you from across the room
And I got to admit that you got my attention
You're making me want to say yo

I know you're trying to leave but excuse me miss
I saved the last dance for you
How I love to keep you here with me oh baby

Now shorty grab hold of my hand
And let's pretend the floor is ours
You say you don't really dance

Don't worry about it
We'll just 1,2 step
1,2 step

Now if the music is moving too fast
Grab my hand a little tighter (tighter)
Don't be afraid to move a little closer

Girl, there is something about you that makes me want to say

Yo
I don't know your name but excuse me miss
I saw you from across the room

And I got to admit that you got my attention
You're making me want to say yo

I know you're trying to leave but excuse me miss
I saved the last dance for you
How I love to keep you here with me oh baby

I want to be where you are
Ain't nothing wrong with dancing

Baby it's so romantic

Baby I can be in your heart

So many things I want to tell you
I think that I should start by saying Yo

I don't know your name but excuse me miss
I saw you from across the room

I got to give her game proper
Spit it so she get it
There she is- I got to stop her

I know your trying to leave but excuse me miss
I saved the last dance for you
How I love to keep you here with me oh baby

[Spoken:]
Now everbody just clap your hands like this(like this)
Just clap your hands like this (whoo like this)

And if your shorty in the house tonight
Just grab her by the hand homie
Make her understand yall was made to dance like this (like this)

Yall was made to bounce like this (whoa like this)

Just let her know she was made for you.

And you want to do everything she want to man.


Whoo!

(Chris Brown)

terça-feira, dezembro 19, 2006

O reencontro...

Este ano foi cheio de reencontros. Há uns dias tive um jantar com um grupo de pessoas com as quais perdi o contacto há 10 anos. Todas elas de formas diferentes foram muito importantes para mim naquela altura. Mas é engraçado como a vida nos separa das pessoas mas de alguma maneira trá-las de volta. E foi isso que aconteceu com estas três, apesar de ainda faltar uma. Trouxe-nos para perto uns dos outros novamente, um a um. Há 10 anos éramos um grupinho de amigos de faculdade. Quase inseparáveis. As desventuras da vida separaram-me deles. Este ano, por uma sucessão de acontecimentos que nós achamos sempre que nos acontecem por obra do acaso, reencontrámo-nos os quatro. E o reencontro só podia ter sido em grande como foi. O que me entristece é que perdi tanta coisa na vida deles…10 anos é muito tempo…Uma delas casou-se, perdi o casamento, o vestido, a euforia...e perdi a gravidez da qual nasceu uma linda menina, que é o orgulho da mamã. A outra, tornou-se uma cientista de alma e coração e ainda vamos ouvir falar muito dela. Perdi as suas aventuras e desventuras...Por fim, a outra pessoa voltou 10 anos depois, vindo do frio e da chuva de Inglaterra (quase como o Dom Sebastião), para provar que há coisas que não acontecem por acaso. Talvez a vida nos esteja a dar uma segunda oportunidade e por essa razão o que perdi da vida dele seja recompensada agora. Mas definitivamente estas foram das pessoas mais importantes para mim há 10 anos e chego à conclusão que continuam a sê-lo ainda hoje. Desta forma não podia deixar de partilhar a imensa alegria de as ter de volta e espero que a vida não nos pregue mais partidas e não nos separe outra vez. O grupinho está de volta…agora só falta a menina do Porto ;-)

gaija cool

quarta-feira, dezembro 06, 2006

Onde param…as boas ideias?

Hoje estou sem inspiração para escrever. Pois é, as palavras já não me satisfazem, as boas ideias tiraram férias e por isso escrevo sobre…nada! Vou tirar uma folga das palavras…há quem diga que o facto de estar apaixonada traz inspiração mas também não me apetece partilhar as minhas “lamechices” de apaixonada aqui…depois vocês fartavam-se de mim ainda mais depressa e isto ainda corria o risco de parecer a fantochadonovela Floribela e o blog precisa de sobreviver nem que seja à base da parvoíce, que aliás, até está muito na moda. O que pensando bem se a Florzinha pegou, até podia ter sucesso aqui…Nãããã…não me parece…porque nesse caso, eu não só tiraria férias definitivas do blog como começaria a “bomitar monelos de cavelo” (cito “Diz que é uma espécie de magazine”) só de pensar na nossa querida Floribela. Bem, fiquem descansados que essas “lamechices” só as digo à minha cara metade ;-) E pronto…mesmo assim já gastei 160 palavras (sim contei-as) e aproveitando a época natalícia, de paz e boa vontade entre os homens, peço-vos, encarecidamente, ajuda para encontrar as boas ideias, seja lá por onde elas andam, as “maganas”, que me andam a fazer tanta falta e já tenho umas certas saudades delas…snif, snif…”por favor voltem que estão perdoadas!” Acho que ainda vou ter que pedir ajuda aos tipos do Gato Fedorento porque parece que as ideias não os abandonaram a eles e perguntar-lhes “sabem onde estão as boas ideias, daquelas memo memo boas, mas memo boas…boas memo boas…memo…boas…sabem…SABEM?”

gaija cool

sexta-feira, dezembro 01, 2006

Ring Ring Ring

Caríssima(o)s,

Estou de partida para umas mini-férias. Como vou ausentar-me "do" Portugal, não poderei escrever, ou acompanhar este e outros blogs, mas não se preocupem que o Ninho fica bem entregue!!! Qualquer mensagem, é favor deixar recado no meu atendedor de chamadas personalizado.

Até ao meu regresso...

ass: gaija trendy

Yes this is Miss Renee King from Philadelphia. I want you to please
give me a call on area code 215 222 4209 and I'm calling in reference
to the music business. Thank you."
DOVE:
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey how are ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
But leave your name (uh)
And your number
And I'll get back to you.
Once again it's another rap bandit
Fiending at I and I can't stand it
Wanna be down with the Day-Glo
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
"I got a funky new tune with a fly banjo"
I can't understand what the problem is
I find it hard enough dealing with my own biz
How'd they get my name and number
Then I stop to think and wonder
Bout a plan, yo man, I gotta step out town
You wanna call me up? Take my number down
It's 222-2222
I got an answering machine that can talk to you
It goes
POS:
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
But leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you
Yo, check it, exit the old style
Enters the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's Harry, Dick, and Tom, with a demo in his palm
Now I'm with helping those who want to help themselves
And flaunt a nut that's doggy as in dope
But it's not the mood to hear
The tales of limousines and pails
Of money they'll make like a pro
I be like, "Yo black, just play me the tape"
But at the show the time to spare I just make
But the songs created in they shacks
Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this
And now I hate they give me smiles Kool-Aid wide and ask,
"Was it def?"
And with the straighest face I be like, "Hell yes."
I slip them the digits to Papa Prince Paul
So I don't go AWOL but yet I know when they call
They get
MASE:
Hey how ya doing
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey how are ya doin
Sorry you can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you
Check it out
Party at the dug-out on Diction Ave
Haven't been to the jam in quite a while
Figure I'll catch up on the latest styles
'Stead piles and piles of demo tapes bi-da miles
All I wanna do is cut on the decks wild
But edition up here bi-da miles to the center
Reliever of duty, Plug One mosies in
And I be like, "Yo G, Pos does all the producing"
POS:
Now woe is me to the third degree
Mase pulls the funny so I make like a bunny
Jettin'
But I'm getting used to this demo abuse
Getting raped and giving birth to a tape
Cause there's no escape from the clutches of a hawker
Attached to my success, sent like a stalker
Make way to my radius playin fly guy
Try to get on my back they force like Luke Sky
Me Myself and I go through this act daily
And rarely do I not
No matter how I dodge some jackal always nails me
No matter what the plot
And even out on tour they be like,
"Yo I got a tape to play you back at the hotel"
I be like "Oh swell"
Unveil the numeric code to dial my room
And tell them to call me at noon
But of course there's no answering machine in my room
But a pretty young adorer
Who I swung on tour
And if it rings while we're alone
She'll answer the phone
And with the quickness she'll recite like a poem
DOVE:
"Hey, you done did the right thing, dial up my ring ring
Now you're waiting on the beep.
Say, I would love if you'd sing
The tune to Tru instead of fronting on the speak."
So no problemo, just play the demo
And at the end it's break out time
Please oh please don't press rewind
Cause I'll just lay it down the line
Hey how ya doing
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you
POS:
Hey how ya doing
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And we'll get back to you.. peace
'Yo what's up man, this is Ronald Master down with the Fish Tank
Posse, man, you know man, so you know you can just hook
me up, True. You know we got this fly new jam called 'Swimming In the
Fish Tank', you know we gonna rock it man, you know
what I'm saying, but I just need your help, Prince Paul gave me your
number, you know man, you just gotta do that for me,
got this fly bassline, got these fly trombones in it man, so just hook
me up, man, just look out, all right, call me back
at 557-2223 all right man, just look out, all right, look out for a
brother man!'