Não tendo sono a estas belas horas da manhã, faz sentido postar uma música que evoque as minhas insónias de uma maneira suficientemente subtil. Na verdade, elas são um sintoma de overkill - o uso excessivo de uma força ou acção para resolver um problema. A letra reflete bem o que sinto nestes momentos em que o sono não vem:
I can't get to sleep I think about the implications Of diving in too deep And possibly the complications
Especially at night I worry over situations I know I'll be alright Perhaps it's just imagination
Day after day it reappears Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear Ghosts appear and fade away
Alone between the sheets Only brings exasperation It's time to walk the streets Smell the desperation
At least there's pretty lights And though there's little variation It nullifies the night from overkill
Day after day it reappears Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear Ghosts appear and fade away Come back another day
I can't get to sleep I think about the implications Of diving in too deep And possibly the complications
Especially at night I worry over situations I know I'll be alright It's just overkill
Day after day it reappears Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear Ghosts appear and fade away Ghosts appear and fade away Ghosts appear and fade away
O princípio de Peter postula que em qualquer hierarquia um empregado tende a subir até ao seu nível de incompetência, e o "pointy-haired boss" de Dilbert é um bom exemplo disso.
In memoriam de Carla Vinieda (foi usado um anagrama para proteger a identidade das pessoas que têm de suportar a Carla diariamente)
Esta é uma das minhas músicas preferidas. A mais bem sucedida de Jeff Buckley, consegue ser leve no tom e na melodia enquanto que a mensagem afunda-se na memória.
This is our last goodbye I hate to feel the love between us die. But it's over Just hear this and then I'll go: You gave me more to live for, More than you'll ever know.
Well, this is our last embrace, Must I dream and always see your face? Why can't we overcome this wall? Baby, maybe it's just because I didn't know you at all.
Kiss me, please kiss me, But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation. Oh, you know it makes me so angry 'cause I know that in time I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye.
Did you say, "No, this can't happen to me"? And did you rush to the phone to call? Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind saying, "Maybe, you didn't know him at all, you didn't know him at all, oh, you didn't know"?
Well, the bells out in the church tower chime, Burning clues into this heart of mine. Thinking so hard on her soft eyes, and the memories Offer signs that it's over, it's over.
Há notícias que nem de propósito podiam ser mais engraçadas... O motociclista Randy De Puniet, da LCR Honda, vai ser patrocinado pela Playboy. A cereja no topo do bolo é o facto de Randy ser francês - tal como o mui conhecido Marquis De La Pugnette.