Dohodas
sexta-feira, dezembro 31, 2004
quinta-feira, dezembro 30, 2004
terça-feira, dezembro 28, 2004
segunda-feira, dezembro 27, 2004
reap the wild wind
A finger points to show a scene
Another face where mine had been
Another footstep where I once walked
Take it all.
You take my hand and give me your friendship
I'll take my time and send you my slow reply
Give me an inch and I'll make the best of it
Take all you want and leave all the rest to die
Reap the wild wind.
A footprint haunts an empty floor
A fading coat that I once wore
Oh, desolation where I once lived
I have seen in times gone by
I have felt a different shadow on the wall,
A stranglehold on a certain feeling
Reap the wild wind
sábado, dezembro 25, 2004
sexta-feira, dezembro 24, 2004
quinta-feira, dezembro 23, 2004
quarta-feira, dezembro 15, 2004
Adrian Mole
"At junction eighteen I ran out of Opal Fruits, so I pulled into the services and bought three packets. Are the
manufacturers putting something extra in them? Something addictive? I seem to be getting through rather a lot of them lately. The other night I woke at 3a.m. and was distraught to discover that there wasn't a single Opal Fruit in the flat. I tramped the streets of Soho looking for them. Within two minutes of leaving home I was offered lesbian sex, heroin and a Rolex watch, but an innocent packet of Opal Fruits took over half an hour to track down. What does it tell us about the world we live in?"
terça-feira, dezembro 07, 2004
segunda-feira, dezembro 06, 2004
sábado, dezembro 04, 2004
"Boots", Nancy Sinatra
"You keep saying you've got something for me.
something you call love, but confess.
You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'
and now someone else is gettin' all your best.
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.
You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin'
and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet.
You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'.
Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.
You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin
and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt.
Ha!
I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah
and what he know you ain't HAD time to learn.
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.
Are you ready boots? Start walkin!"
quinta-feira, dezembro 02, 2004
"Quero que vá tudo pro inferno", Roberto Carlos
"De que vale o céu azul e o sol sempre a brilhar
Se você não vem e eu estou a lhe esperar
Só tenho você no meu pensamento
E a sua ausência é todo o meu tormento
Quero que você me aqueça nesse inverno
E que tudo mais vá pro inferno
De que vale a minha boa vida de playboy
Se entro no meu carro e a solidão me dói
Onde quer que eu ande tudo é tão triste
Não me interessa o que de mais existe
Quero que você me aqueça nesse inverno
E que tudo mais vá pro inferno
Não suporto mais você longe de mim
Quero até morrer do que viver assim
Só quero que você me aqueça nesse inverno
E que tudo mais vá pro inferno
Oh, oh,
E que tudo mais vá pro inferno
Não suporto mais você longe de mim
Quero até morrer do que viver assim
Só quero que você me aqueça nesse inverno
E que tudo mais vá pro inferno"

















