The_Universal

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O baixista dos Blur escreveu um livro e a crítica do site PopMatters inicia-se com este excerto, com o qual concordo em profundidade (apesar de em inglês), sobre a Música:
“I do believe music is the highest form of art. It’s the ultimate condition and the highest form of anything. Music is an absolutely fundamental quality of the universe. Films are not fundamental entities, nor are paintings, or sculptures. They represent things and have functions. Music actually is something. Music is omniscient, a quality that echoes across space and time: from the concord and balance of galactic superclusters down to the vibrating 10 dimensional filaments of superstring theory.
The entire cosmos is a musical situation and all artistic and scientific endeavors tend towards music. All life aspires to the state of music. Music is a mystery, pure abstraction, calling from deep to deep. Voices raised in song are louder than when you’re in love, when you’re happy, when you’re sad. Music can make hearts beat faster and cause tears to flow. Melody is a universal language. Harmony is the resting place of consciousness. Rhythm hammers the mind into the right shape. Rock stars are the only real deities. We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.”

Paraphrased version of the Oxford Univeristy Union speech given by Alex James, Bit of a Blur

Fica aqui o vídeo e a lírica deste hino maravilhoso à vida de hoje (ou ao momento em que lerem isto); tal como o red man diz, agora EU sou mais rosa! - e o beijo final do padre no último segundo!



This is the next century
Where the universal's free
You can find it anywhere
Yes, the future has been sold
Every night we're gone
And to karaoke songs
How we like to sing a long
Although the words are wrong

It really, really, really could happen
Yes, it really, really, really could happen
When the days they seem to fall through you, well just let them go

No one here is alone, satellites in every home
Yes the universal's here, here for everyone
Every paper that you read
Says tomorrow is your lucky day
Well, here's your lucky day

It really, really, really could happen
Yes, it really, really, really could happen
When the days they seem to fall through you, well just let them go

Well, it really, really, really could happen
Yes, it really, really, really could happen
When the days they seem to fall through you, well just let them go

Just let them go...


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