setembro 30, 2005

Song in Space

When man first flew beyond the sky
He looked back into the world's blue eye
Man said: What makes your eye so blue?
Earth said: The tears in the ocean do.
Why are the seas so full of tears?
Because I've wept so many thousand years.
Why do you weep as you dance through space?
Because I am the mother of the Human Race.


(Adrian Mitchell)

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Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting (GH)

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setembro 28, 2005

rubber sole


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setembro 27, 2005

Nirvana mutante

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Please don't you ever ask me things I wouldn't like to talk about
It's time to get in touch with things, we always used to dream about
I'll take a train in technicolor
Come along be nice to me my girl
Through the window, the nice thing on earth will pass by
Moving slowly
Though the wide screen I'm gonna see me kissing you babe
In tecnicolor
Oh ! What a nice film we would be, if only you could come with me
It's time to get in touch with things we only used to care about
I'll take a train in technicolor
Come along be nice to me my girl
Through the window, the nice thing on earth will pass by
Moving slowly
Though the wide screen I'm gonna see me kissing you babe
In tecnicolor
In tecnicolor

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setembro 26, 2005

Um fusca largado na garagem do tio


Ho, ho, ho
It's magic you know
Never believe, it's not so
It's magic, you know
Never believe, it's not so

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Never been awake
Never seen a day break
Leaning on my pillow in the morning
Lazy day in bed
Music in my head
Crazy music playing in the morning light

I love my sunny day
Dream of far away
Dreaming on my pillow in the morning
Never been awake
Never seen a day break
Leaning on my pillow in the morning light

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setembro 24, 2005

Guy chadwick (aquele do House of Love)

Is it today I'm going crazy,
come and help me lose my mind,
who knows what we might find,
maybe ourselves.

There's a thin blue line in my head I know so well,
it might be heaven, it might be hell.
Oh well.

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Come and take me down to the blue below,
feed me tea and kisses and wine, so soft and slow.

So lazy, I was dreaming today,
I was floating away, where? well I really can't say.
So high, I saw your face in the sky,
there were clouds in your eyes, well I nearly died.

Come and take me down to the blue below,
feed me tea and kisses and wine,
so soft and slow.

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setembro 15, 2005

Bushada!

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setembro 12, 2005

zuchero...

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Björk

Deus does not exist.
But if he does, he lives in the sky above me,
In the fattest largest cloud up there.
He's whiter than white and cleaner then clean.
He wants to reach me.

Deus does not exist.
But if he does I always notice him.
Getting ready in his airy room.
He's picking his gloves so gently off.
He wants to touch me.

I'm walking humbly down a tiny street
Pulling my collar it gets bigger, woooh

(Einar falando)
I once met him,
It really surprised me,
He put me in a bath tub,
Made me squeeky clean,
Really clean.

Björk

To create a universe
You must taste
The forbidden fruit.
(Einar dinovo)
He said hi. I said hi,
I was still clean.

Björk

Deus does not exist,
But if he does he'd want to get down from that cloud,
First marzipan fingers then marble hands,
More silent than silence and slower than slow,
Diving towards me.

My collar is huge room for two hands,
They start at the chest and move slowly down.

(Einar vortando)
I thought I had seen everything,
He wasn't white and fluffy,
He just had side burns,
He just had side burns,
And a quiff,
He said hi.
I said hi. I was still clean,
I was squeeky clean.
I was surprised.
Just as you would be.

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setembro 10, 2005

kântri

My hair might be a little to long
For your taste my friend
My car might cost a little less
Then that suit your wearing
I'm glad you stumbled in here on your business trip
Before you close your tab
Remember I play for tips
Well I bet your wife is beautiful
And your a really big so-and-so
Well I'm not doing bad myself
Hey friend don't you know

I play guitar
And I sing my songs in the sunshine
Captain and cokes and bar room jokes
Keep me feeling fine
And there's always a stage
And a beautiful babe to squeeze my line
In my simple way
Guess you could say
I'm living in the big time

I know I'll probably never make a million buck
But saving accounts and the IRS
Never worry me much
I don't need that stuff
Cause I've got friends like you
To buy me drinks, and boats and planes that I can use
I know your really living
In that house up on the hill
So if you feel like giving
Friend I've got a jar to fill

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sorte pra polaca

Carol, amiga que vai 'dar-um-tempo-ver-o-que-faz-da-vida' na Polônia (!) faz festa despedida no Berlim da Barra Funda.

Carol, vamos - talvez - ficar um bom tempo sem te ver (encarar a banda da Clara no Berlim...não dá).

Mas a foto dos Stones no site da casa é beeeem bacana.

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Boa sorte, boa Polônia e dê notícias, Karol (agora com K).

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setembro 09, 2005

Rock around the (ancient) clock


Gostou? Compre aqui entonces.

Stonehenge Lyrics
(Spinal Tap)

Stonehenge, where the demons dwell
Where the banshees live and they do live well
Stonehenge
Where a man is a man and the children dance to
the pipes of pan
Stonehenge
Tis a magic place where the moon doth rise
With a dragon's face
Stonehenge
Where the virgins lie
And the prayer of devils fill the midnight sky

And you my love, won't you take my hand
We'll go back in time to that mystic land
Where the dew drops cry and the cats meow
I will take you there
I will show you how

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setembro 08, 2005

NME


kricando kresce.

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setembro 05, 2005

bâh!

(Um pôr-do-sol me traduz em versos
De seguir livre muitos caminhos
Arando terras, provando vinhos
De ter idéias de liberdade
De ver amor em todas as idades
)


clicando, as fotos CRESCEM...

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