Making Of John Denver & Green Day

isto foi um trabalho de frupo feito por mim e umas amigas. nos tivemos de recriar um videoclip para uma musica, por isso mixamos as musicas "West Virginia" e "Wake Me Up When September Ends", pq tinhamos gostos diferentes. nenhuma infracçao dos direitos de autor, isto e so as gravaçoes dos bastidores q nos colecionamos. nos falamos em portugues, mas eu pus legendas em ingles. apreciem!

Technology

"One Thanksgiving, I was asked a question by my grandfather, who always seems to have some deep moral hidden in his questions. He asked if I even knew what technology was in a world that itself is a technology. Usually when asked these types of questions, I think about them for a while and then forget them. For some reason this question, however, is different. I am constantly reminded of it because, I suppose, everything around me is technology. I have contemplated this question for more than a year now and so far, here is the best answer I have come up with.
Every day something new is invented to make life easier. What I find strange, though, is that as the world becomes easier to live in, it seems to need more. People find solutions for problems that barely exist.
Do I really need that MP3 player when I can just burn a CD? Or do I even need that CD burner when I can go out and buy the CD? Or do I really need that CD when I can read a book instead? This progression could go on forever. For every invention, a new and better one will follow.
The more I look at the world and technology, the more I think about myself. Without even realizing it, my life has been affected by technology and its never-ending advances. While I have spent days writing endless emails and watching DVDs, I never stopped to think about the technology behind these devices.
I worry that I do not understand the genius behind technology. I have turned on lamps countless times without really appreciating Thomas Edison’s invention. Talking on the telephone, I forget to thank Alexander Graham Bell for his miracle of communication.
Even after thinking and writing about technology, I still do not think I have fully answered the question my grandfather asked me. I believe the answer is no – I do not really know what technology is, because everything around me is technology. I suppose technology is anything from the invention of a fishhook to the ability to clone sheep. Technology is inevitable.
Through necessity we invent, and through invention we need more. This never-ending circle of technology has brought the world this far."

By Barbara C., San Antonio, TX - www.teenink

tombar e arrefecer

"-Porque escolheste esta vida?
Agora a pergunta era tão clara que eu não achei uma sombra para me esconder. De outras vezes, outra gente me perguntara o mesmo. E nunca soube responder. Falavam-me de fora, de outro mundo, com uma linguagem diferente. E assim, as nossas ideias jogavam à cabra-cega. Eu próprio, quando queria entender-me, espreitando-me donde me não suspeitasse, não tinha razões talhadas à medida do meu sonho. Os princípios do senso, da justiça, talvez tivessem envelhecido e não pudessem acompanhar o meu anseio. Só metido dentro de mim eu me compreendo todo e sem razões. Hei-de um dia tombar e arrefecer. Talvez então seja possível a outros ler em rigor o que se imobilizou da minha agitação. Até lá, é difícil. Qualquer coisa me está sempre forçando os limites, mesmo da regra que julgo dar-me. (…)
Tenho pés para andar e olhos para ver. Posso sentar-me ou posso fechar os olhos e dizer que não há sol nem estradas. Mas eu sei que há estradas e sol e que os olhos vêem e os pés andam. Por mais que eu queira, quando sei por dentro que uma coisa está certa, eu tenho de saber que está certa. E ainda que os outros saibam que está errada, isso não me ajuda."

Ferreira, Vergílio; “Adeus” em Contos; 10.ª edição; Bertrand Editora; Chiado; 2003

Paramore: Brick By Boring Brick

"She lives in a fairy tale, somewhere too far for us to find. Forgotten the taste and smell of a world that she's left behind. It's all about the exposure, the lends I told her. The angles were all wrong, now she's ripping wings off of butterflies. Keep your feet on the ground when your head's in the clouds. Go, get your shovel, and we'll dig a deep hole, to bury the castle. (...) So one day he found her crying, coiled up on the dirty ground. Her prince finally came to save her, and the rest you can figure out... But it was a trick and the clock struck 12. We'll make sure to build your home brick by boring brick, or the wolf's gonna blow it down. (...) You built up a world of magic, because your real life is tragic. (...) If it's not real you can't hold it in your hands, you can't feel it with your heart, and I won't believe it; but if it's true you can see it with your eyes, even in the dark, and that's where I want to be (...)"

Nickelback: Hero

"I am so high, I can hear heaven. (...) Whoa, but Heaven...no, Heaven won't hear me. And they say that a hero could save us, I'm not gonna stand here and wait; I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles, watch as we all fly away. Someone told me love would all save us, but how can that be? Look what love gave us: a world full of killing and blood spilling. That world never came. (...) Now that the world isn't ending, it's love that I'm sending to you. It isn't the love of a hero and that's why I fear it won't do. (...) And they're watching us (...) as we all fly away. (...)"