http://www.gildot.org/articles/03/02/15/1715230.shtml

and the show goes on on a Irc channel near you.

"rosy cheeks and rolling eyes
on a steamy sunday night
they had a date for phone sex
oh but the princess' phone has been quiet

writes his name on the bathroom mirror while she waits
in soapy streaks
probably stuck to his couch back east
depressed
but you know he's safe at least

plane crash footage on TV
i know - i know that could be me
plane crash footage on TV
oh yeah - i know that could be me

keep your nose down
i think there's ice on our wings

another sunday night
well it's still dusk
it's still light

phone starts ringing and she's almost dry
well there'll be other nights
but admit this is the worst time
and what ever made you think i had control?
lets scare everybody lets just roll our own

plane crash footage on TV
i know - i know that could be me

keep your nose down either way
dont you ever feel you just survive some days?

keep your nose down
i think there's ice on our wings - yeah
and if you go now
keep the ice off your wings
keep your nose down and the ice off your wings

and the ice off your wings
keep your nose down
and the ice off your wings

there will be no sunday nights
lets just roll out own"

Phone Sex,
Superchunk

...when there is yet another Friday night ahead... there'll be other nights and this isn't even the worse time.

"Paula (10:10 PM) :
vc é aquele cara que estava fazendo trabalho né?"

Hahahahahahahahahaha n é dificil reconhecer-me... LOL

"They say it's the last song
They don't know us, you see
It's only the last song
If we let it be!"

E eu que pensava que os filmes do Michael Haneke não podiam ser mais estranhos que "O Sétimo Continente" ... estou a ficar surpreso com "A Pianista". A dissecação de Michael deixou de estar na imagem e na semântica do extremo da sensação de isolamento (uma contaminação de frieza em todo e qualquer sentimento inocente) para passar a estar no mais íntimo da sexualidade, do desejo, da frustração e na sua contextualização um pouco (impensada?) numa realidade muito restringidora e projectada pela ânsia de perfecionismo.

Links:
http://www.ecrannoir.fr/real/monde/haneke.htm
http://www.sadomasoquista.hpg.ig.com.br/definicao.html

"I could hang about and burn my fingers
I've been hanging out here waiting for something to start
You think I'm faultless to a 't'
My manner set impeccably
But underneath I am the same as you

I could dance all night like I'm a soul boy
But I know I'd rather drag myself across the dance floor
I feel like dancing on my own
Where no one knows me, and where I
Can cause offence just by the way I look

And when I come to blows
When I am numbering my foes
Just hope that you are on my side my dear

But it's best to finish as it started
With my face head down just staring at the brown formica
It's safer not to look around
I can't hide my feelings from you now
There's too much love to go around these days

You say I've got another face
That's not a fault of mine these days
I'm honest, brutal and afraid of you"

There's Too Much Love
by BELLE AND SEBASTIAN

"And the moment will come when composure returns
Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall
And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
Down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade
Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way
And for once in your life you have nothing to say
And could this be the time when somebody will come
To say, 'Look at yourself, you're not much use to anyone'

Take a walk in the park, take a valium pill
Read the letter you got from the memory girl
But it takes more than this to make sense of the day
Yeah it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste
And you trusted to this, and you trusted to that
And when you saw it all come, it was waving the flag
Of the United States of Calamity, hey!
After all that you've done boy, Im sure you're going to pay

In the morning you come to the ladies salon
To get all fitted out for The Paperback Throne
But the people are living far away from the place
Where you wanted to help, it's a bit of a waste
And the puzzle will last till somebody will say
'There's a lot to be done while your head is still young'
If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind
Then the moment will come, and the memory will shine

Now the trouble is over, everybody got paid
Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came
Then you go to the place where you've finally found
You can look at yourself sleep the clock around "

Belle & Sebastian
The Boy with the Arab Strap (1998)
Sleep The Clock Around