Kickin' Ass

Há uns dias encontrei no youtube um programa chamado "A Bit of Fry and Laurie", sendo os seus apresentadores Hugh Laurie (mais conhecido por Dr. House) e Stephen Fry. Este era um programa de comédia em que Hugh Laurie costumava cantar, e como seria de esperar, música misturada com comédia. Sendo ele um dos meus atores preferidos e tendo um humor espetacular nao resisti a partilhar aqui uma das suas músicas no programa. Esta chama-se "Kickin' Ass", que fala de uma boa maneira de resolver os problemas.

Made of Scars

Todos nós temos "cicatrizes", marcas e momentos que ficam em nós e nos acompanham o resto da vida, quer sejam eles bons ou maus. Às vezes desejamos que alguns desses momentos simplesmente desaparecessem da nossa mente, mas tal como disse, são cicatrizes; vão acompanhar-nos o resto da nossa vida e tudo o que podemos fazer é tentar ignorá-los. Como diz a minha professora de história: dividir a nossa memória em caixas, criar uma caixa de más memórias e mandar para lá as que não gostamos. É uma visão agradável das coisas pensar que podemos criar caixas na nossa cabeça e decidir mandar algumas para o esquecimento... Mas já estou a divagar! Para aqueles que não são muito fãs deste género musical, podem não gostar muito da música em si, mas a letra merece a sua reflexão. Não se esqueçam que as músicas não devem ser interpretadas mesmo à letra. Made of Scars, dos Stone Sour.

This one came from looking

This one opened twice

These two seemed smooth as silk

Flush against my eyes

This one needed stitches

And this one came from rings

This one isn't even there

But I feel it more because you don't care

Yeah, cut right into me

Yeah, because I am made of scars

Yes, I am made of scars

This one had it coming

This one found a vein

This one was an accident

But never gave me pain

This one was my father's

And this one you can't see

This one had me scared to death

But I guess I should be glad I'm not dead

Yeah, cut right into me

Yeah, because I am made of scars

Yes, I am made of scars

God, don't you believe the hype

God, don't you believe the hype

God, don't you believe the hype

Don't you believe the hype

Don't believe, don't believe

And I will find a way

Everything you are I will betray

I swear that I will find a way

Everything you are is inside of me

This one was the first one

This one had a vice

This one here I like to rub

On dark and stormy nights

This one was the last one

I don't remember how

But I remember blood and rain

And I never saw it coming again

Yeah, cut right into me

Yeah, because I am made of scars

Yes, I am made of scars

Yes, I am made of scars

Yes, I am made of scars

That's what i'm mad of

Purple Rain

Peço desculpa, mas desta vez nao vou dizer nada sobre esta música. Simplesmente  não tenho palavras para descrever o que me faz sentir. Ouçam a musica Purple Rain, do Prince, e interpretem-na à vossa maneira, porque eu interpretei-a à minha.

I never meant to cause you any sorrow

I never meant to cause you any pain

I only wanted to one time see you laughing

I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain

Purple rain, Purple rain

I only wanted to see you bathing in the purple rain

I never wanted to be your weekend lover

I only wanted to be some kind of friend

Baby I could never steal you from another

It's such a shame our friendship had to end

Purple rain, purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain

 I only wanted to see you underneath the purple rain

Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing

I'ts time we all reach out for something new

That means you too

You say you want a leader

But you can't seem to make up your mind

I think you better close it

And let me guide you the purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain

If you know what I'm singing about up here

C'mon raise your hand

Purple rain, purple rain

I only want to see you, only want to see you

Purple rain