Showing posts with label Séries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Séries. Show all posts
We only live once!
"Happiness is amazing. It's so amazing that it doesn't matter if it's yours or not."
Uma opinião aqui.
Evidentely Chicken Town
The bloody cops are bloody keen
To bloody keep it bloody clean
The bloody chief's a bloody swine
Who bloody draws a bloody line
At bloody fun and bloody games
The bloody kids he bloody blames
Are nowehere to be bloody found
Anywhere in chicken town
To bloody keep it bloody clean
The bloody chief's a bloody swine
Who bloody draws a bloody line
At bloody fun and bloody games
The bloody kids he bloody blames
Are nowehere to be bloody found
Anywhere in chicken town
The bloody scene is bloody sad
The bloody news is bloody bad
The bloody weed is bloody turf
The bloody speed is bloody surf
The bloody folks are bloody daft
Don't make me bloody laugh
It bloody hurts to look around
Everywhere in chicken town
The bloody train is bloody late
You bloody wait you bloody wait
You're bloody lost and bloody found
Stuck in fucking chicken town
The bloody news is bloody bad
The bloody weed is bloody turf
The bloody speed is bloody surf
The bloody folks are bloody daft
Don't make me bloody laugh
It bloody hurts to look around
Everywhere in chicken town
The bloody train is bloody late
You bloody wait you bloody wait
You're bloody lost and bloody found
Stuck in fucking chicken town
The bloody view is bloody vile
For bloody miles and bloody miles
The bloody babies bloody cry
The bloody flowers bloody die
The bloody food is bloody muck
The bloody drains are bloody fucked
The colour scheme is bloody brown
Everywhere in chicken town
For bloody miles and bloody miles
The bloody babies bloody cry
The bloody flowers bloody die
The bloody food is bloody muck
The bloody drains are bloody fucked
The colour scheme is bloody brown
Everywhere in chicken town
The bloody pubs are bloody dull
The bloody clubs are bloody full
Of bloody girls and bloody guys
With bloody murder in their eyes
A bloody bloke is bloody stabbed
Waiting for a bloody cab
You bloody stay at bloody home
The bloody neighbors bloody moan
Keep the bloody racket down
This is bloody chicken town
The bloody clubs are bloody full
Of bloody girls and bloody guys
With bloody murder in their eyes
A bloody bloke is bloody stabbed
Waiting for a bloody cab
You bloody stay at bloody home
The bloody neighbors bloody moan
Keep the bloody racket down
This is bloody chicken town
The bloody pies are bloody old
The bloody chips are bloody cold
The bloody beer is bloody flat
The bloody flats have bloody rats
The bloody clocks are bloody wrong
The bloody days are bloody long
It bloody gets you bloody down
Evidently chicken town
The bloody train is bloody late
You bloody wait you bloody wait
You're bloody lost and bloody found
Stuck in fucking chicken town
The bloody chips are bloody cold
The bloody beer is bloody flat
The bloody flats have bloody rats
The bloody clocks are bloody wrong
The bloody days are bloody long
It bloody gets you bloody down
Evidently chicken town
The bloody train is bloody late
You bloody wait you bloody wait
You're bloody lost and bloody found
Stuck in fucking chicken town
"... dark has a lot more territory..."
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| True Detective |
A Rough History of Disbelief
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| Jonathan Miller |
"Infact, intelligence, which was once seen as the antecedent cause of all things, is, in itself, almost certainly, a biological phenomenon. Far from being the initiator of things, we are now beginning to recognize that intelligence is a relatively late arrival in the universe. Like the limbs and organs which, until Darwin, were visualized as the products of the intelligent design, it's becoming increasingly likely that intelligence itself is the product of natural selection. Inconceivable without the existence of the brain. Even the idea of the soul, which the faithful fondly visualize as the colonial outpost of an imperial power on high, will, I'm sure, shortly be explained as the autonomous product of local brainwork."
Jonathan Miller, aqui
Serial Lover
Aqui vai a minha escolha das séries televisivas que me encheram as medidas. A ordem em que as apresento não tem nada a ver com o grau de preferência. Terá mais a ver com o tempo cronológico em que as vi (sem grande rigor).
FERGUS THE FISH
The title character was a youthful wooden fish, who lived in a cellophane sea world. On each episode, Fergus' mother would tell him what not to do, whereupon the hero, after gurgling an obedient "Yes mummy" or "No mummy," would proceed to behave in any manner he pleased, with hilariously disastrous results.
É curioso que, ao tentar pesquisar na net acerca desta série, verifico que não me lembrava da ideia subjacente. Só sei que era uma série que me encantava. Agora até achei graça :)
SKIPPY
A história das aventuras de um canguru chamado skippy, e toda a logística que rodeia a vida e as aventuras de quem vive no meio natural da Austrália.
STAR TREK
Bem, meus senhores. Aqui havia algo muito sério. As razões que me levavam a não perder um episódio desta série não tinham apenas a ver com as aventuras, a "ciência" e os mistérios do espaço desconhecido. Eu apaixonei-me pelo Mr. Spock!
HITCHCOCK APRESENTA
Dispensa comentários.
SUNDAY NIGHT
Não é propriamente uma "série". Mas funcionava da mesma maneira. Se me lembro, passava na RTP2 ao Domingo à noite. Um programa musical do melhor que já vi. Apresentado por Jools holland e David Sanborn, que nos davam a conhecer músicos e bandas, FA-BU-LO-SOS.
BRIDESHEAD REVISITED
Grandes actores, grande reconstituição da época, grande série.
MONTY PYTHON'S FLYING CIRCUS
BUÉ DA LOLES
TWIN PEAKS
SIX FEET UNDER
Grande ideia, grandes argumentos, grandes actores. Muita pena por ter acabado.
WEEDS
Uma maluqueira muito séria!
DEXTER
Um psicopata que mata "sempre por uma boa causa". O crime vai compensando. Tudo ao som de ritmos latino-americanos. Aguardo nova temporada.
LOST
Acompanhando presentemente.
Haveria algumas mais (felizmente), mas vou dar por terminada a minha selecção.
Preâmbulo
Enquanto ponho mãos à obra para cumprir um desafio que me foi proposto, deixo aqui uma antiga recordação. A musiquinha é maravilhosa! Havia uma coisa nestas séries infantis que imediatamente me cativava e fascinava "bué": a gestão dos silêncios e o timbre das vozes.
Anjos #1
santa maria, santa teresa, santa anna, santa susannah
santa cecelia, santa copelia, santa domenica, mary angelica
frater achad, frater pietro, julianus, petronilla
santa, santos, miroslaw, vladimir and all the rest
a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries,
and high above the church bells start to ring
and as the heaviness the body oh the heaviness settles in
somewhere you can hear a mother sing
then it's one foot then the other as you step out onto the road
how much weight? how much weight?
then it's how long? and how far? and how many times before it's too late?
calling all angels
calling all angels
walk me through this one
don't leave me alone
calling all angels
calling all angels
we're cryin' and we're hurtin'
and we're not sure why...
and every day you gaze upon the sunset with such love and intensity
it's almost...
it's almost as if if you could only crack the code
then you'd finally understand what all this means
but if you could...
do you think you would trade in all the pain and
suffering? ah, but then you'd miss the beauty of the light upon this earth
and the sweetness of the leaving
calling all angels
calling all angels
walk me through this one
don't leave me alone
callin' all angels callin' all angels
we're tryin'
we're hopin'
we're hurtin'
we're lovin'
we're cryin'
we're callin'
'cuz we're not sure how this goes
Jane Siberry
