Eurovision 2009 is close. So close we can taste it. It tastes like blood. Oh, wait, no, that’s where we’ve tried to chew our own tongue off because we can’t stand Eurovision. Our mistake.
Anyway, want to know the Eurovision news for the day? It’s an unusual one – today’s Eurovision profile is a song that we don’t completely hate. In fact, we really wouldn’t mind if it won. In other news, we’re going to spend the rest of today scrubbing the shame from our bodies with our fingernails.
Here’s the Eurovision 2009 profile for Flor-De-Lis from Portugal…
Portugal ? Flor-de-Lis, Todas as ruas do amor
You know what you get with a Portuguese Eurovision entry, and that's a desperate reminder that Portugal has more to it culturally than a couple of hundred bright pink English skinheads throwing garden furniture into a hotel swimming pool. This year, we're proud to say, is no different at all – Todas as ruas do amor by Flor-de-Lis is full of all kinds of traditional Portuguese instruments. And it's this total absence of nasty dance beats or old mulleted men in silver suits who think they can single-handedly stop all wars (hello Holland) that makes Todas as ruas do amor so disarmingly lovely. Portugal doesn't stand a hope in hell of winning Eurovision this year, although on the basis of what we've heard from the rest of the continent so far, it absolutely should.
Harry says
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Portugal aurrera says
Por el colorido, por la puesta en escena, por salir a pas
carmen says
me encanta esta canci
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You experience what you get with a European Eurovision accounting, and that’s a courageous reminder that Portugal has much to it culturally than a couple of hundred ardent sound Land skinheads throwing garden furniture into a hotel swim pool. This gathering, we’re braggy to say, is no distinguishable at all – Todas as ruas do amor by Flor-de-Lis is flooded of all kinds of traditional European instruments
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