Marquês do Sado

quarta-feira, julho 23, 2008

electrosomething

Por causa da nossa inefável Merrill Lisker, aka Peaches, anda o Senhor Marquês submerso em electroclashes e afins, num mar sem fim de bleeps, clangs, poings, clings, boings e tudo o resto em órbita, como que a fazer recordar que os anos 80 ainda são o que nunca foram, com 20 anos de atraso. Confuso? Nem por isso. A banda sonora destes dias electrónicos soa como se segue:

01. Peaches: Lovertits

02. Fischerspooner: Sweetness

03. Junesex: Fast Food Messiahs

04. Felix Da Housecat: Watching Cars Go By (Cyberwhore)

05. Vitalic: My Friend Dario (Extended)

06. Adult: RSX

07. Tiga: Time 2 Kill

08. Black Strobe: Me And Madonna

09. Ladytron: Evil

10. Miss Kittin & The Hacker: 1982

11. My Robot Friend: We're The Pet Shop Boys

12. Mouse On Mars: Wipe That Sound

13. Egoexpress: The Fool Of The New City

14. The Hacker, Millimetric and David Carretta: Moscow Reise

15. Playgroup: Bring It On (Version)

16. Peaches: Do Ya

É como se o mundo tivesse parado em 1982 e nada se tivesse passado entretanto. Em 2008, tudo isto parece um universo paralelo feito de neons e batom vermelho. Ainda assim, uma alucinação melhor do que a realidade...

terça-feira, julho 22, 2008

The Teaches Of Peaches

Parece-me adequado, considerando as circunstâncias...

Grande Peaches!

Peaches: Fuck The Pain Away

domingo, julho 20, 2008

Breath

The Splendours of Man's Creation!

William Orbit: John Cage's In A Landscape

m/E/E/k

JC: Os humildes herdarão a Terra!

Senhor Marquês: Os humildes não querem a Terra para nada.

Mantra

Que se foda o Papa.

Que se foda o amor ao próximo.

Que se foda ser bom.

Que se foda a moral.

Que se fodam os bons costumes.

Que se foda a puta da Igreja.

Que se foda o respeito pelos mais velhos.

Que se foda o mundo.

Só uma coisa interessa: satisfazer os nossos desejos!

O Homem está no seu melhor quando entregue ao seu sangue.

Ela sabe.

Low

Cristo morreu por nós na cruz, mas quem lhe disse para fazer isso?

Sandero

Trago em mim a gravidade dos desejos.

My Name is...

If you have to ask for something more than once or twice, it wasn't yours in the first place...

On The Rocks

Duffy: Warwick Avenue

Este vídeo deixa-me absolutamente de rastos...

Será do calor?

sexta-feira, julho 18, 2008

Lexikon Redux

The splendour, the splendour...

Lexikon

Porque o senhor Marquês gosta de yachts.

E porque este se chama "Savarona", que é uma das palavras mais belas do mundo...

segunda-feira, julho 14, 2008

Sadefulness

In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice.

Donatien Alphonse François de Sade, Marquis de Sade

It runs in the family...

Going Down

Madonna: Deeper And Deeper (1992)

When she's good, she's good, when she's bad, she's even better

Classic, anyone?

saranaagathi

Every human being is the author of his own health or disease.

Buddha

Miura

All that's in my veins, sweat, tears and champagne, heroine and cocaine.

Sundae Sundae

mouthcandy galore

The Garrden

" An erotic derangement that turns us all into voyeurs, a place filled with the intoxicating air of perfect liberty".

"The Garden Of Earthly Delights"

by Hieronymus Bosch (c. 1450–1516)

Um toque de classe, n'est pas?

Technicolour Dreams

Não é melhor do que contar ovelhas...?

Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag!

Jaguar XJ 2009.

Can you believe it?

domingo, julho 13, 2008

h/A/p/p/Y/n/E/s/s

Join our group and you will find

Harmony and peace of mind

Make you better

We're here to welcome you

We're all on a journey to

Finding the real inner you

Make you better (make you better)

(We're here to welcome you)

Time stops still when

You've lost love

Happiness

How'd you get to be

Happiness

How'd you get to find

Love, real love

Love, love, love

Floating in the magic world

Donate all your money we'll

Make it better (make it better)

(We're here to welcome you)

We can see you troubled soul

Give us all your money we'll

Make it better (make it better)

(We're here to welcome you)

Time stops still when

You've lost love

Happiness

How'd you get to be

Happiness

How'd you get to find

Love, real love

Love, love, love

We'll be swimming in the sea

Of wisdom and serenity

Make you better

Happiness

How'd you get to be

Happiness

How'd you get to find

Love, real love

Love, love, love

Goldfrapp: Happiness

Ecce Homo

< totally Fucked up>

Kiss The Chrome

The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.

Buddha

DB

It's you It's you It's you It's you It's you It's you It's you It's you It's you It's you It's you It's you Slave to the Canon.

Bickering

Always the same. Not really there.

So I breathe.

Never meant to.

Naked by your Side

I
Feel
Like
I
Am
About
To
Disappear.

Saber Ryder

Mon enfant, ma soeur,

Songe à la douceur,

D'aller là-bas, vivre ensemble!

Aimer à loisir,

Aimer et mourir,

Au pays qui te ressemble!

Les soleils mouillés,

De ces ciels brouillés,

Pour mon esprit ont les charmes,

Si mystérieux,

De tes traîtres yeux,

Brillant à travers leurs larmes.

Charles Baudelaire: L'Invitation Au Voyage

Plastic Surgery

I used to be a person.

It's all over now.

I don't even recognise me.

It's all over now.

Not me.

Fired Down

Who is it now?

What is it now?

Where were you then?

Am I all That?

It's not the same

I'm sorry.

2nite

Why Fuck With The Truth?

Erstwhile

I hug my friends until we're bruised.

I won't quit hugging them,

not if they scream at me to stop.

Every-thing's a machine.

Snort it. Everyone's a ride.

I won't stop riding us until the barf backs up my throat

Everyone's fantastic every second.

Suddenly one of us is torn apart by a machine

but I'm too real to care.

Fuck you.

Dennis Cooper: Elliot Smith at 14

sábado, julho 12, 2008

Good To Go

Through your mercy I live and die

The Bells, The Bells

Não me parece bem. Mas não consigo parar. Esta semana só tenho ouvido as campaínhas do Senhor Oldfield. Todas elas. I, II, III, IV e The Best Of. Sem parar. Porque não me parece ser possível fazer outra coisa. Um recalcamento? Um desespero primordial? Ou apenas o fascínio pela voz de Alan Rickman no tomo II? E elas aí estão...