rio versus bock - take II Este ano não consigo ser tão fundamentalista e confesso que só não fui ver Red Hot porque não consegui bilhetes e andei a fingir que era um caracol em terras alentejanas. Mas houve quem me tivesse aguçado o desapontamento de não estar presente ligando-me a cada início de música desesperando a minha inveja...
Para não variar, e porque o consolo é maior, Super Bock Super Rock aqui vou eu! Hoje:

Editors
dEUS
The Cult
Keane
Franz Ferdinand

Franz Ferdinand, mais do que os outros, é a razão da minha ida. Gosto. Gosto mesmo. Gosto mesmo muito!
Estranho porém que não seja referido no site oficial o concerto em Portugal. Não quero tirar conclusões precipitadas mas as dúvidas que me ocorrem de momento são:
Não estarão confirmados?
Talvez o considerem um pequeno concerto (assim como uma perninha...) que vão fazer para meia dúzia de pessoas num pequeno país onde ninguém ainda deve saber bem quem são...
A primeira é assustadora... a outra resolve-se se a primeira não se verificar!



Take Me Out
So if you're lonely
You know I'm here waiting for you
I'm just a crosshair
I'm just a shot away from you
And if you leave here
You leave me broken, shattered I lie
I'm just a crosshair
I'm just a shot then we can die

I know I won't be leaving here with you

I say don't you know?
You say you don't know
I say take me out

I say you don't show
Don't move, time is slow
I say take me out

I say you don't know
You say you don't go
I say take me out

If I move, this could die
Eyes move, this could die
I want you to take me out

I know I won't be leaving here
With you

I say don't you know?
You say you don't know
I say take me out

If I wait, this can die
If I wane, this can die
I want you to take me out

If I move, this could die
If eyes move, this could die
Come on, take me out

I know I won't be leaving here
With you

Album - Franz Ferdinand
(Kapranos, McCarthy, Hardy, Thomson)



Auf Achse
You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her and you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you

She's not so special
So look what you've done, boy

Now you wish you'd never come back here again
Oh, never come back here again

You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her and you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you

She's not so special
So look what you've done, boy

And now I'm nailed above you, gushing from my side
It's with your sins that you have killed me
Thinking of your sins I die
Thinking how you'd let them touch you
How you'd never realise that I'm ripped
And hang forsaken
Knowing never I will rise again

You see her
You hear her
You want her
You want to

You see her
You still hear her
You want her
You still want to

Album - Franz Ferdinand
(Kapranos, McCarthy, Hardy, Thomson)  ¶ 12:44