terça-feira, maio 24, 2011
Copérnico morreu há 468 anos
Postado por Fernando Martins às 23:15 0 bocas
Marcadores: astronomia, Copérnico, teoria heliocêntrica
Mr. Tambourine Man
Mr. Tambourine Man - Bob Dylan
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you
Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin’
I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you
Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ madly across the sun
It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin’
And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn’t pay it any mind
It’s just a shadow you’re seein’ that he’s chasing
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you
Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you
Gotta Serve Somebody
Gotta Serve Somebody - Bob Dylan
You may be an ambassador to England or France
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
You might be a rock ’n’ roll addict prancing on the stage
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage
You may be a businessman or some high-degree thief
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame
You may be living in another country under another name
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
You may be a construction worker working on a home
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome
You might own guns and you might even own tanks
You might be somebody’s landlord, you might even own banks
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side
You may be workin’ in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair
You may be somebody’s mistress, may be somebody’s heir
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray
You may call me anything but no matter what you say
You’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
Blowin' In The Wind
Blowin' In The Wind - Bob Dylan
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, ’n’ how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, ’n’ how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
Like A Rolling Stone
Like A Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it
You said you’d never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain’t it hard when you discover that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you’d better lift your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Postado por Fernando Martins às 00:45 0 bocas
Marcadores: Bob Dylan, Like A Rolling Stone, música
Bob Dylan - 70 anos!
Robert Allen Zimmerman, mais conhecido como Bob Dylan, (Duluth, 24 de Maio de 1941) é um cantor e compositor norte-americano.in Wikipédia
segunda-feira, maio 23, 2011
Sismo nos Açores
O Instituto de Meteorologia informa que no dia 23.05.2011 pelas 07.23 (hora local) foi registado nas estações da Rede Sísmica do Arquipélago dos Açores, um sismo de magnitude 3.9 (Richter) e cujo epicentro se localizou a cerca de 6 km a Este da Ribeirinha (Faial).
Este sismo, de acordo com a informação disponível até ao momento, não causou danos pessoais ou materiais e foi sentido com intensidade máxima V (escala de Mercalli modificada) na região de Ribeirinha, intensidade IV nas regiões de Horta, Salão, Flamengos, Angústias, Praia do Almoxarife na Ilha do Faial; intensidade III/IV na região da Madalena na Ilha do Pico e intensidade II na região das Velas na Ilha de S. Jorge.
Se a situação o justificar serão emitidos novos comunicados.
Sugere-se o acompanhamento da evolução da situação através da página do IM na Internet (www.meteo.pt) e a obtenção de eventuais recomendações junto do Serviço Regional de Protecção Civil e Bombeiros (www.srpcba.pt).
Postado por Fernando Martins às 14:10 0 bocas
Marcadores: Açores, Faial, Geocrusoe, Pico, Ribeirinha, São Jorge, sismo, sismologia
O Papa reconheceu o Reino de Portugal há 832 anos
Manifestis probatum é a bula emitida pelo Papa Alexandre III, em 1179, que declarou o Condado Portucalense independente do Reino de Leão, e D. Afonso Henriques, o seu soberano. Esta bula reconheceu a validade do Tratado de Zamora, assinado a 5 de Outubro de 1143 em Zamora, pelo rei de Leão, e por D. Afonso Henriques.
- Alexandre, Bispo, Servo dos Servos de Deus, ao Caríssimo filho em Cristo, Afonso, Ilustre Rei dos Portugueses, e a seus herdeiros, in 'perpetuum'. Está claramente demonstrado que, como bom filho e príncipe católico, prestaste inumeráveis serviços a tua mãe, a Santa Igreja, exterminando intrepidamente em porfiados trabalhos e proezas militares os inimigos do nome cristão e propagando diligentemente a fé cristã, assim deixaste aos vindouros nome digno de memória e exemplo merecedor de imitação. Deve a Sé Apostólica amar com sincero afecto e procurar atender eficazmente, em suas justas súplicas, os que a Providência divina escolheu para governo e salvação do povo. Por isso, Nós, atendemos às qualidades de prudência, justiça e idoneidade de governo que ilustram a tua pessoa, tomamo-la sob a proteção de São Pedro e nossa, e concedemos e confirmamos por autoridade apostólica ao teu excelso domínio o reino de Portugal com inteiras honras de reino e a dignidade que aos reis pertence, bem como todos os lugares que com o auxílio da graça celeste conquistaste das mãos dos Sarracenos e nos quais não podem reivindicar direitos os vizinhos príncipes cristãos. E para que mais te fervores em devoção e serviço ao príncipe dos apóstolos S. Pedro e à Santa Igreja de Roma, decidimos fazer a mesma concessão a teus herdeiros e, com a ajuda de Deus, prometemos defender-lha, quanto caiba em nosso apóstolico magistério.
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Postado por Fernando Martins às 00:30 0 bocas
Marcadores: D. Afonso Henriques, Manifestis probatum, Monarquia, Papa, Portugal
Bonnie e Clyde foram massacrados há 77 anos
Postado por Fernando Martins às 00:24 0 bocas
Marcadores: assaltantes, Bonnie, Clyde, Georgie Fame and Blue Flames, massacre, The Ballad Of Bonnie and Clyde
domingo, maio 22, 2011
Mais um vulcão islandês a chatear os viajantes áreos
Postado por Geopedrados às 20:21 0 bocas
Marcadores: aviação, cinza vulcânica, Eyjafallajoekull, Grimsvotn, Islândia, Vulcanologia, Vulcão
Morrissey - 52 anos!
Postado por Pedro Luna às 20:10 0 bocas
Marcadores: Everyday is like Sunday., Morrissey, música, The Smiths
Charles Aznavour - 87 anos!
Richard Wagner nasceu há 198 anos
Postado por Fernando Martins às 19:48 0 bocas
Marcadores: música, Ópera, Richard Wagner
O maior sismo mesurável de sempre ocorreu há 51 anos
O pai de Sherlock Holmes nasceu há 152 anos
Postado por Fernando Martins às 19:38 0 bocas
Marcadores: Conan Doyle, livros, Sherlock Holmes
Música para o início de uma campanha eleitoral
Unchained - Johnny Cash
I have been ungrateful,
I've been unwise.
Restless from the cradle,
Now I realize,
It's so hard to see the rainbow,
Through glasses dark as these.
Maybe I'll be able,
From now on, on my knees.
Oh, I am weak.
Oh, I know I am vain.
Take this weight from me,
Let my spirit be unchained.
Old man swearin' at the sidewalk,
I'm overcome.
Seems that we've both forgotten,
Forgotten to go home.
Have I seen an angel?
Oh, have I seen a ghost?
Where's that rock of ages,
When I need it most?
Oh, I am weak.
Oh, I know I am vain.
Take this weight from me,
Let my spirit be unchained.
Postado por Adelaide Martins às 18:08 0 bocas
Marcadores: campanha eleitoral, Johnny Cash, música, Unchained
Sismograma - sismo e réplica registadas no geofone de Évora
Postado por Pedro Luna às 17:52 0 bocas
Marcadores: Alcácer do Sal, Alentejo, réplica, sismo, sismologia, Viana do Alentejo
Sismo no Alentejo
Postado por Fernando Martins às 17:41 0 bocas
Marcadores: Alcácer do Sal, Alentejo, sismo, sismologia, Viana do Alentejo
À rasquinha
Postado por Fernando Martins às 14:40 0 bocas
Marcadores: aldrabões, José Sócrates, mentirosos
As aldrabices do costume com o mentiroso de sempre
Postado por Fernando Martins às 14:35 0 bocas
Marcadores: aldrabão, aldrabices, José Sócrates, mentiras, mentirosos, siquismo