memories is all that left

2010-04-03T12:47:00.005+01:00

Bob Harris presents the ultimate rock radio playlist - The A-Z Of AOR - a new series featuring great rock tracks, power ballads, million-selling songs and album gems.

Powered by the West Coast experimental music scene and the release of the Beatles' Sgt. Pepper LP, Album Orientated Rock (AOR) first burst onto American radio in San Francisco in 1967. It was a revelation, a tour de force of creative programming which empowered its DJs and provided an antidote to the Top 40 hit radio that just wasn't "hip" anymore. By the mid-70s, AOR had become the most successful radio format in America.

From Pink Floyd, Boston, Journey and Apple Tree Theatre; to Spirit, Tom Petty, Bruce Springsteen and Santana, The A-Z Of AOR plays the biggest hits and the hidden gems from a genre that drove album sales into the triple millions.

2010-04-02T12:29:00.002+01:00

Stephen Maynard Clark (April 23, 1960 – January 8, 1991) was one of the co-lead guitarists for British hard rock band Def Leppard up until his death in 1991

2010-04-02T12:00:00.004+01:00

Early February 2010 - David Coverdale has announced his voice seems to have fully recovered from the trauma, that sidelined him and the band on the Priest tour. He states he's been recording new demos, aiming for a new Whitesnake album, and on tape his voice is sounding full and strong.

a Dream: long road to...

2006-03-20T16:56:00.000Z

My dreams are some kind of weird. Sometimes I dream with soo many things that could be possible to came true in this world, and thats the normal dreams right? But latelly, ive been dreaming about some weirdo things like someone going after me... or something. Looks like to be continnued, and thank god it is because i want to finish them, and see what can i do "inside the dream". In every dream that im in, im nervous, with fear to fail, dont know why but in this dream in particulary that im writting right now, its like "I take something on my back a long time ago, without knowing what im taking, because I cant move my head, I could only look to the front, but also knowing that the "thing" that i carry on is good and have great value, and i cant let it go... soo its weird to see how can I go, but going to places that I never been before, that i never felt before, and without knowing where am I going... and what destiny am i going to find with this? not always the destiny is the way... at least that destiny gives to me some vision of what way should i take. I see other ways on my left side. well, its a simple way to go, but it doesnt mean that i can go and follow that way and say that is the right one?! There's are a lot of shortcuts on both sides, and many walls too but on the road that i am right now, it looks like in the movies that im in the desert and this is the only road with no end... im always scared to look to the both sides because there are as well people that i know waiting for a look to just be "free" from the dark and stand right in front of me testing my last episodes from this person in real life"
Many times this dream was faced, and many times this dream was been successful, and others are still there because on the time that they appeared i couldnt faced them, soo now i wish i could beat them.

morrer?

2005-09-22T20:41:00.000+01:00

Penosa dor que teima em não me largar, é uma triste sina esta que tenho de carregar
Solidão mortífera que me ha-de levar com um choro isolado num canto
fugindo de tudo, até de ti me deixo escapar a vida, e nada faço para a agarrar
já não tenho vontade de lutar penso que perdi a fé, a razão de viver, a vontade de sonhar.
Para quê batalhar quando já nada tenho para ganhar...
Melancólica é esta vida sem sentido, sem rumo, sem direcção, sem caminho definido, sem paixão. Prefiro desaparecer e nunca mais voltar...
Partir para onde? Não o sei.
Só sei que aqui não quero mais ficar ...quero voar e não mais retornar.

sad dream

2005-09-22T20:36:00.000+01:00

this day seems to be like all the others, im not ok
cant you see, im alone?
writing this again,leaving this words to you on the way I know
but im not sick, and your not here
i cant forget, your everything to me
your heart is my home, is where i live, is where i belong
i cant sleep and your not where i want you to be
i just want you to know that i miss you soo much that i cant stop saying it
suddently all seems to be blue and whiteim breathing
im feeling something
youve just keep my breath all away
i know that this is a dream thats why i dont want to wake up
ive had soo many things to say to you that i cant stop thinking
i miss you soo much, soo much that i cant stand it anymore
why your not here?someone can ask me this...
all my tears were cried, now my heart is bleeding
can i bought your feelings?shit! what im buying...
im feeling so unuselessmaybe you dont want me
im awake
im alright

morrer

2005-09-22T20:22:00.000+01:00

Sentado à beira do precipício sinto-me só
Tentando perceber o vazio deste meu inicio
sentindo a dança do vento na minha cara esperando que esta loucura passe
Gritando em silêncio para a solidão pensando que tudo o que fiz foi em vão..
existe uma força que me faz recuar
Eu em desespero começo a entrar
São tantas as coisas que me ocorrem no pensamento
Passando assim noites sucessivas acordando ao relento...
Existe algo mais forte, um sitio tão diferente da desejada morte
Levantando-se, ele parte em minha busca
Existem dias difíceis... tanto que o próprio medo se assusta...