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Mercredi 13 août 2008
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Comme promis, j'ai dit que ça allait parler musique, voilà l'un des premiers articles.Je vais vous parler ici de Cansei de Ser Sexy -connu aussi sous le nom de CSS. Cansei de Ser Sexy (Marre/Fatiguée d'être Sexy, en portugais) est un groupe d'indé pop Brésilien formé en 2003 (composé de cinq filles et d'un garçon). Attention, je vous dis Bresil, ça ne veut pas dire favelas, loin de là même. En effet, ils ont tous fait des études qui touchent au domaine artistiques : cinéma, stylisme, graphisme.
Vous devez déjà avoir entendu Let's Make Love And Listen To Death From Above, non ? En effet, c'est grâce à ce morceau que nous les avons connus en Europe (enfin, je crois x]). Le premier album garde cette allure electro pop qui déménage. Mais les textes ne sont pas gentillets comme on pourrait le penser, les textes sont volontairement provocateurs et souvent très drôles. Petit plus pour Meeting Paris Hilton quand même xD. Cependant, ils ne se cantonnent pas un style engagé, car convaincus que le plaisir doit être le but de la vie (héhéhé), il y a tout de même des chansons comme Alcohol . Enfin, voici mon coup de cœur : Music Is My Hot Hot Sex. =D
Fiche du groupe
- * Lovefoxxx - chant
- * Adriano Cintra - batterie, guitare, basse, chant et production
- * Luiza Sá - guitare, batterie et claviers
- * Ana Rezende - guitare et harmonica
- * Carolina Parra - guitare et batterie
- * Em Rotterdam Já É uma Febre (Indépendant) - 2004
- * 'A Onda Mortal / Uma Tarde com PJ (Indépendant) - 2004
- * Cansei de Ser Sexy (Trama) - 2005
- * CSS SUXXX (Trama) - 2005
- * Cansei de Ser Sexy (Sub Pop, Warner) - 2006
- * Donkey (Sub Pop, Warner) - 2008
From all the drugs the one I like more is music
From all the junks the one I need more is music
From all the boys the one I take home is music
From all the ladies the one I kiss is music (muah!)
Music is my boyfriend
Music is my girlfriend
Music is my dead end
Music is my imaginary friend
Music is my brother
Music is my great-grand-daughter
Music is my sister
Music is my favorite mistress
From all the shit the one I gotta buy is music
From all the jobs the one I choose is music
From all the drinks, I get drunk off music
From all the bitches the one I wanna be is music
Music is my beach house
Music is my hometown
Music is my king-size bed
Music's where I make my friends
Music is my hot hot bath
Music is my hot hot sex
Music is my back rub
My music is where I'd like you to touch
Claro-que-sim
Fui escoteira-mirim
Direto da escola, não
Não ia cheirar cola
Nem basquete, pebolim
O que eu gosto não é de graça
O que gosto não é farsa
Tem guitarra, bateria, computador saindo som
Alguns dizem que mais alto que um furacão (rhéum)
Perto dele eu podia sentir
SaÃa de seu olho e chegava em mim
Sentada do seu lado
Eu queria encostar
Faria o tigela até o sol raiar
Debaixo do lençol
Ele gemia em ré bemol
Fiquei tensa
Mas tava tudo bem
Ele é fodão, mas eu sei que eu sou também
Callin me high on the telephone
Came by plane all alone
Spend the afternoon making a speech
Speech made you nervous that you couldn't eat
You came to show your mad love
You came to tell it's not enough
Come and erase me and take me with you
Kiss me I'm drunk, and don't worry it's true
I want to show me how mad is your love
Come and attack me it's not gonna hurt
Fight me deny me if I fear when your close
Let's make love and listen death from above
You knew my ideas when they were in my head
They were my secret evening plans
Wine then bed then more then again, wine then bad then more then again
Run run run, to make your heart shake,
Kiss kiss kiss will make this earth quake
I'm gonna get what I'm willin to take
This gotta worth the miles you made
Come back I'll warm you up,
Make me breakfast, I'll make it up
You're so talented I'm in love
Let's make love and listen death from above
I'm back with a smack, and I'm ready to attack
Stare at my lips and I see they were wet
I know how you're doing by loonking at your pants
And this is how we call it a comeback..
Screaming your name on the microphone,
Going back home all alone
Listen to the tunes that you sent to me..
Listen to them good company
I want to show my mad love,
You have to know it's not enough
Come and complete me, stay here with me
This is all true, it's water I drink
I want you to show me how mad is your love
Come and attack me it's not gonna hurt
Fight me, deny me if I fear when you're close
Let's make love and listen death from above
From all the junks the one I need more is music
From all the boys the one I take home is music
From all the ladies the one I kiss is music (muah!)
Music is my boyfriend
Music is my girlfriend
Music is my dead end
Music is my imaginary friend
Music is my brother
Music is my great-grand-daughter
Music is my sister
Music is my favorite mistress
From all the shit the one I gotta buy is music
From all the jobs the one I choose is music
From all the drinks, I get drunk off music
From all the bitches the one I wanna be is music
Music is my beach house
Music is my hometown
Music is my king-size bed
Music's where I make my friends
Music is my hot hot bath
Music is my hot hot sex
Music is my back rub
My music is where I'd like you to touch
Claro-que-sim
Fui escoteira-mirim
Direto da escola, não
Não ia cheirar cola
Nem basquete, pebolim
O que eu gosto não é de graça
O que gosto não é farsa
Tem guitarra, bateria, computador saindo som
Alguns dizem que mais alto que um furacão (rhéum)
Perto dele eu podia sentir
SaÃa de seu olho e chegava em mim
Sentada do seu lado
Eu queria encostar
Faria o tigela até o sol raiar
Debaixo do lençol
Ele gemia em ré bemol
Fiquei tensa
Mas tava tudo bem
Ele é fodão, mas eu sei que eu sou também
Came by plane all alone
Spend the afternoon making a speech
Speech made you nervous that you couldn't eat
You came to show your mad love
You came to tell it's not enough
Come and erase me and take me with you
Kiss me I'm drunk, and don't worry it's true
I want to show me how mad is your love
Come and attack me it's not gonna hurt
Fight me deny me if I fear when your close
Let's make love and listen death from above
You knew my ideas when they were in my head
They were my secret evening plans
Wine then bed then more then again, wine then bad then more then again
Run run run, to make your heart shake,
Kiss kiss kiss will make this earth quake
I'm gonna get what I'm willin to take
This gotta worth the miles you made
Come back I'll warm you up,
Make me breakfast, I'll make it up
You're so talented I'm in love
Let's make love and listen death from above
I'm back with a smack, and I'm ready to attack
Stare at my lips and I see they were wet
I know how you're doing by loonking at your pants
And this is how we call it a comeback..
Screaming your name on the microphone,
Going back home all alone
Listen to the tunes that you sent to me..
Listen to them good company
I want to show my mad love,
You have to know it's not enough
Come and complete me, stay here with me
This is all true, it's water I drink
I want you to show me how mad is your love
Come and attack me it's not gonna hurt
Fight me, deny me if I fear when you're close
Let's make love and listen death from above
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