...and we thank you all...

...hoje lembrei-me...

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, theyd be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper Id deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldnt take one more step.

I cant remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that youre in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Now for ten years weve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin stone,
But thats not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devils only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satans spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where Id heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldnt play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

They were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.

American Pie, Don Mclean


...obrigado pela música...

...eu...

...tenho 22 anos...
...não sei tudo... nem quero saber...
...sou carangueijo de signo...
...gosto de música...
...gosto muito de música...
....rock especialmente... rock mesmo...
...a minha banda preferida é pearl jam...
...gosto de tunas... aprendi a gostar...
...gosto de escrever e acho que até me safo bem..
...gosto de descrever sentimentos...
...não sentimentos como a paz ou o amor...
...gosto de escrever sobre o que se sente...
...sou uma pessoa de paixões...
...quando gosto... gosto mesmo...
...e digo isto em relação a tudo...
...se gostar de uma cor ou de uma banda... gosto mesmo...
...não gosto de ser traído... não gosto de me deparar com o dito por não dito...
...sou boa pessoa acho eu...
...gosto de pensar que não me dou mal com ninguém... e acho que não dou...
...gosto de fumar e não quero deixar de o fazer tão cedo... sabe-me bem...
...gosto de reticências... adoro-as... são um espelho da minha escrita...
...as frases nunca estão acabadas...
...sou benfiquista...
...sou parte desarrumado, parte prequiçoso, parte irresponsável, parte desorientado...
...mas sou eu...
...gosto de ser quem sou...
...gosto de ter objectivos...
...não gosto nem de francês nem de alemão... mas adoro o inglês...
...gosto de oferecer flores... gosto de fazer suspresas...
...gosto de cinema... de ir ao cinema já não gosto tanto...
...não gosto de politica... nem de guerra...
...gosto de recordações...
...chamam-me joão, minipreço, mini, puto, azul, filho...
...somos todos o mesmo...
...gosto de mim e de ti...
...gosto de ser assim...
...não sou perfeito nem quero ser...

...for those about to rock...

...5 de setembro de 2006... melhor concerto de pearl jam de sempre...

...nas palavras do eddie...

..."Keep on rockin' in the free world"

...dark news in a long distance call...

...hoje puseste o meu coração a bater como nunca tinha batido antes... hoje mostras-te me o medo... e nem sequer imaginas que o fizeste...