Ólhá musiquinha fresquinha! - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Todos os Domingos (ou quase todos) deixamos uma pequena sugestão de grupo ou artista de Música. Algo que podem ou não conhecer. Assim, têm com que se entreterem durante a semana.

Esta semana sugerimos o Indie Rock de Black Rebel Motorcycle Cub. 

Cliquem na imagem para visitarem a página no Spotify.

Ou então podem deslocar-se a lojas em Lisboa como a Louie Louie, Flur, Carpets & Snares, Carbono, Groovie Records, Discolecção, Vinil Experience, Glam-O-Rama, Magic Bus, Sound Club Vynil Store, e comprar, que os artistas agradecem ainda mais (cliquem nos nomes para irem à loja ou página online).

Álbuns para Sempre, 66

Existem músicas que permanecem. São mais do que prazeres. São memórias. 

São nossas e dos outros. Como em nenhuma outra arte, a Música é comunhão. Quer por estarmos num concerto, quer porque a ouvimos no conforto de casa.

Todos os fins-de-semana vão poder ouvir um álbum que me marcou. Esta semana cabe aos Black Rebel Motorcycle Club e ao LP Take Them, On Your Own.

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club / Berlin

Do álbum Baby 81.



have a little love, as were fighting with each other
aint no use in crying like the others
were fools in need, fools to believe,
there are fools in need, to foolish to believe

im gonna, uh somebody, uh somebody

here but dont you please, ive got time and time to bleed
it aint no use in trying to deceive ive been fooled by the lover, fooled by the sinner, fooled myself into thinking i was living

im fighting just to breathe as i get back off my knees
help me somebody
help me somebody
im fighting just to breathe as i get back off my knees
im gonna, uh somebody, uh somebody, uh somebody, uh somebody

she said
suicides easy, what happened to the revolution
suicides easy, what happened to the revolution
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suicides easy, what happened to the revolution
suicides easy, what happened to the revolution

heavy little lovers, as were fighting with each other
aint no use in suffering like the others
were fools in need, fools to believe,
there are fools in need, to foolish to believe

im fighting just to breathe as i get back off my knees
help me somebody
help me somebody
im fighting just to breathe as i get back off my knees

im gonna, um somebody, um somebody, um somebody, um somebody, um somebodies gonna, somebody, hurt somebody,
um somebodies gonna, somebody

she said
suicides easy, what happened to the revolution
suicides easy, what happened to the revolution
suicides easy, what happened to the revolution
suicides easy, what happened to the revolution

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club / Fault Line (acc.)

I've been waitin' on the fault line
Let the needle take me on
I'll be standing with my dyin' bell
If you care to come along
Racin' with the risin' tide to my father's door
Racin' with the risin' tide to my father's door

I've been lyin' in the bright lights
See my shadow from below
Never wanted from another man
Never wanted from my own
Drownin' in the risin' tide in my father's door
Drownin' in the risin' tide in my father's door

Through a window to the last mile
Little picture on the wall
From the banks on the far side
See the lights come ashore
Racin' from the risin' tide to my father's door
Racin' from the risin' tide to my father's door
Racin' with the risin' tide to my father's door

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club / Spread your Love

A batida ritual inaugura a cerimónia. A guitarra rasga o ar. O baixo é o precursor. O hábito negro, muito negro, tão negro que se confunde com a noite. A voz é enlameada. A voz é bêbeda. A voz roga por nós, pecadores. Não existem caminhos fáceis. Existem Bestas por ali e por aqui. Existe muita alma pelo arrastar das décadas.

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Diz o letreiro.

Parem e oiçam. Olhem para um lado e para o outro...

The ritual beat opens the ceremony. The guitar rips the air. Bass is the harbinger. The cloth is black, very black, so black that it’s mistook with the night. The voice is muddy. The voice is drunk. The voice prays for us, sinners. There are no easy roads. There are Beasts here and there. There is a lot of soul in the dragging of the decades.

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Says the sign.

Stop and listen. Look to your left and to your right...

Do álbum Howl.
From the LP Howl.



Spread your love like a fever
And don't you ever come down
Spread your love like a fever
And don't you ever come down
I spread my love like a fever
I ain't ever coming down

She gave me love like a big fire
I only saw it once
She spread her love like a fever
She's bad, but not enough

(I'm so low)
Spread your love like a fever
(I'm so low)
And don't you ever come down
(I'm so low)
Spread your love like a fever
(I'm so low)
And don't you ever come down
I spread my love like a fever
I ain't ever coming down

She spread her love like a big fire
I only saw it once
She gave me love like a sister
She's bad, but not enough

(I'm so low)
Spread your love like a fever
(I'm so low)
And don't you ever come down
(I'm so low)
Spread your love like a fever
(I'm so low)
And don't you ever come down
I spread my love like a fever
I ain't ever coming down

Spread your love like a fever
And don't you ever come down
Spread your love like a fever
And don't you ever come down
Spread your love like a fever
Spread your love like a fever
Spread your love like a fever
Spread your love like a fever