Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the girl who came to stay?
She's the kind of girl you want so much
It makes you sorry
Still you don't regret a single day
Ah girl!girl!girl!
When I think of all the time
I've tried so hard to leave her
She will turn to me and start to cry
And she promises the earth to me
And I believe her
After all this time I don't know why
Ah girl!girl!girl!
She's the kind of girl who puts you down
When Friends are there
You feel a fool
When you say she's looking good
She acts as if It's understood
She's cool Oh!Oh!Oh!
Girl!Girl!Girl!
Was she told when she was young
That pain would lead to pleasure?
Did she understand It when they said
That a man must break his back
To earn his day of leisure?
Will she still believe It when he's dead?
Oh girl!girl!girl!
segunda-feira, 28 de fevereiro de 2011
sábado, 26 de fevereiro de 2011
Whish so baddly
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish
How I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish
How I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
Pink Floyd
quinta-feira, 24 de fevereiro de 2011
What will I want do when I face myself?
In this farewell
There's no blood
There's no alibi
'Cause I've drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies
So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done
Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands
Of uncertainty
So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done
For what I've done
I'll start again
And whatever pain may come
Today this ends
I'm forgiving what I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done
What I've done
Forgiving what I've done
Linkin Park
There's no blood
There's no alibi
'Cause I've drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies
So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done
Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands
Of uncertainty
So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done
For what I've done
I'll start again
And whatever pain may come
Today this ends
I'm forgiving what I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done
What I've done
Forgiving what I've done
Linkin Park
segunda-feira, 21 de fevereiro de 2011
Não sei como vai ser o meu ano, mas que seja com meus amigos...
What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
hm I get high with a little help from my friends,
hm Gonna try with a little help from my friends.
What do I do when my love is away.
(Does it worry you to be alone)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(Are you sad because you're on your own)
No I get by with a little help from my friends,
hm I get high with a little help from my friends,
hm Gonna try with a little help from my friends.
Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.
Would you believe in a love at first sight,
Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light,
I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
hm I get high with a little help from my friends,
Oh Gonna try with a little help from my friends.
Do you need anybody?
I just need someone to love,
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
hm Gonna try with a little help from my friends,
Oh I get high with a little help from my friends,
Yes I get by with a little help from my friends,
With a little help from my friends.
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
hm I get high with a little help from my friends,
hm Gonna try with a little help from my friends.
What do I do when my love is away.
(Does it worry you to be alone)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(Are you sad because you're on your own)
No I get by with a little help from my friends,
hm I get high with a little help from my friends,
hm Gonna try with a little help from my friends.
Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.
Would you believe in a love at first sight,
Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light,
I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
hm I get high with a little help from my friends,
Oh Gonna try with a little help from my friends.
Do you need anybody?
I just need someone to love,
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
hm Gonna try with a little help from my friends,
Oh I get high with a little help from my friends,
Yes I get by with a little help from my friends,
With a little help from my friends.
The Beatles
domingo, 20 de fevereiro de 2011
É HOJE!
o dia D é hoje
de hoje não vai passar
mandei o meu juízo
descansar, descansar
relógio e compromisso
esperar, esperar
não vou pedir licença
vou gritar, vou gritar
e o teu cabelo liso eu quero enrolar
e aquela calça escura eu quero desbotar
e o velho ar-condicionado eu quero ver queimar
o dia D é hoje
de hoje não vai passar
vou apertar o passo
vou prá lá, vou prá lá
não vou mandar aviso
vou chegar, vou chegar
não vou bater na porta
vou entrar, vou entrar
e o teu cabelo liso eu quero enrolar
e aquela calça escura eu quero desbotar
e o velho ar-condicionado eu quero ver queimar
o dia D é hoje
o dia D é hoje
por muito tempo eu fiquei
vendo você e mais ninguém
se a hora é certa eu não sei
de qualquer jeito eu vou fazer
tudo o que eu sempre esperei
e o teu cabelo liso eu quero enrolar
e aquela calça escura eu quero desbotar
e o velho ar-condicionado eu quero ver queimar
o dia D é hoje
o dia D é hoje
o dia D é hoje
o dia D é hoje
de hoje não vai passar
mandei o meu juízo
descansar, descansar
relógio e compromisso
esperar, esperar
não vou pedir licença
vou gritar, vou gritar
e o teu cabelo liso eu quero enrolar
e aquela calça escura eu quero desbotar
e o velho ar-condicionado eu quero ver queimar
o dia D é hoje
de hoje não vai passar
vou apertar o passo
vou prá lá, vou prá lá
não vou mandar aviso
vou chegar, vou chegar
não vou bater na porta
vou entrar, vou entrar
e o teu cabelo liso eu quero enrolar
e aquela calça escura eu quero desbotar
e o velho ar-condicionado eu quero ver queimar
o dia D é hoje
o dia D é hoje
por muito tempo eu fiquei
vendo você e mais ninguém
se a hora é certa eu não sei
de qualquer jeito eu vou fazer
tudo o que eu sempre esperei
e o teu cabelo liso eu quero enrolar
e aquela calça escura eu quero desbotar
e o velho ar-condicionado eu quero ver queimar
o dia D é hoje
o dia D é hoje
o dia D é hoje
o dia D é hoje
Acusticos & Valvulados
sábado, 19 de fevereiro de 2011
why Strangefolk?
Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain,
there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived,
their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world,
obscured as it was by great clouds.
Here they played out their peaceful lives,
innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was
growing in the world below.
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain
called Monkey was enough.
Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town.
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses,
but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows.
You see, without the Truth of the Eyes,
the Happyfolk were blind.
Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump back from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead
In time, Strangefolk found their way into the high reaches
of the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves
of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty.
By chance, they stumbled upon the Place
Where All Good Souls Come to Rest.
The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these
caves above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain,
its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world.
Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly,
their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls.
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain.
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain,
holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind
that chilled the very soul of them up.
For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful
for they knew that soon the Monkey would
soon stir from its deep sleep. And then came a sound.
Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense
it could be heard far away in space.
There were no screams. There was no time.
The mountain called Monkey had spoken.
There was only fire. And then, nothing.
O little town in U.S.A, your time has come to see
There's nothing you believe you want
But where were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me now?
there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived,
their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world,
obscured as it was by great clouds.
Here they played out their peaceful lives,
innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was
growing in the world below.
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain
called Monkey was enough.
Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town.
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses,
but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows.
You see, without the Truth of the Eyes,
the Happyfolk were blind.
Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump back from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead
In time, Strangefolk found their way into the high reaches
of the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves
of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty.
By chance, they stumbled upon the Place
Where All Good Souls Come to Rest.
The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these
caves above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain,
its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world.
Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly,
their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls.
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain.
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain,
holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind
that chilled the very soul of them up.
For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful
for they knew that soon the Monkey would
soon stir from its deep sleep. And then came a sound.
Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense
it could be heard far away in space.
There were no screams. There was no time.
The mountain called Monkey had spoken.
There was only fire. And then, nothing.
O little town in U.S.A, your time has come to see
There's nothing you believe you want
But where were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me now?
Gorillaz
quinta-feira, 17 de fevereiro de 2011
Se eu pudesse...
Eu tenho uma camiseta escrita eu te amo
Parece uma grande bobagem mas é o que eu sinto quando estou voando, eu tô voando
Eu fico pelado no quarto vendo a sua foto
Parece uma grande bobagem mas é o que eu faço quando estou de porre, e eu tô de porre
Se eu pudesse eu ficaria sempre junto de você
Se eu pudesse eu estaria sempre perto de você
Se eu pudesse eu ficaria ouvindo o seu coração
Se eu pudesse eu não faria nada, nem esta canção
Eu tenho uma camiseta escrita eu te amo
Parece uma grande bobagem mas é o que eu sinto quando estou voando, e eu tô voando
Eu fico pelado no quarto vendo a sua foto
Parece uma grande bobagem mas é o que eu faço quando estou de porre, e eu tô de porre
Se eu pudesse eu ficaria sempre junto de você
Se eu pudesse eu estaria sempre perto de você
Se eu pudesse eu ficaria ouvindo o seu coração
Se eu pudesse eu não faria nada, nem esta canção
Se eu pudesse eu ficaria sempre junto de você
Se eu pudesse eu estaria sempre perto de você
Se eu pudesse eu ficaria ouvindo o seu coração
Se eu pudesse eu não faria nada, nem esta canção
Parece uma grande bobagem mas é o que eu sinto quando estou voando, eu tô voando
Eu fico pelado no quarto vendo a sua foto
Parece uma grande bobagem mas é o que eu faço quando estou de porre, e eu tô de porre
Se eu pudesse eu ficaria sempre junto de você
Se eu pudesse eu estaria sempre perto de você
Se eu pudesse eu ficaria ouvindo o seu coração
Se eu pudesse eu não faria nada, nem esta canção
Eu tenho uma camiseta escrita eu te amo
Parece uma grande bobagem mas é o que eu sinto quando estou voando, e eu tô voando
Eu fico pelado no quarto vendo a sua foto
Parece uma grande bobagem mas é o que eu faço quando estou de porre, e eu tô de porre
Se eu pudesse eu ficaria sempre junto de você
Se eu pudesse eu estaria sempre perto de você
Se eu pudesse eu ficaria ouvindo o seu coração
Se eu pudesse eu não faria nada, nem esta canção
Se eu pudesse eu ficaria sempre junto de você
Se eu pudesse eu estaria sempre perto de você
Se eu pudesse eu ficaria ouvindo o seu coração
Se eu pudesse eu não faria nada, nem esta canção
Wander Wildner
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