quarta-feira, setembro 26, 2007

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZKeSNZhm18


I get a feeling there's going to be a riot
I don't read the newspapers because
They all have ugly prints

At the starting of the week
At summit talks you'll hear them speak
It's only Monday
Negotiations breaking down
See those leaders start to frown
It's sword and gun day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

You could be sitting taking lunch
The news will hit you like a punch
It's only Tuesday
You never thought we'd go to war
After all the things we saw
It's April Fools' day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

You hear a whistling overhead
Are you alive or are you dead?
It's only Thursday
You feel a shaking on the ground
A billion candles burn aroundIs it your birthday?
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

Make tomorrow come I think it's too late

(Six days
Dj Shadow)

terça-feira, setembro 18, 2007

Grace Kelly



"Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?

I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess Im a little bit shy
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me without making me try?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like

Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!

How can I help it
How can I help it
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink
Why dont yo like me
Why dont you like me
Why dont you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on the shelf?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!

Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!"

Grace Kelly
Mika

quinta-feira, setembro 13, 2007

Eles estão chegando...



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Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!...

Os Alquimistas
Estão chegando
Estão chegando
Os Alquimistas...(2x)

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
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Êh! Êh! Êh! Êh!...

Eles são discretos
E silenciosos
Moram bem longe dos homens
Escolhem com carinho
A hora e o tempo
Do seu precioso trabalho...

São pacientes, assíduos
E perseverantes
Executam
Segundo as regras herméticas
Desde a trituração, a fixação
A destilação e a coagulação...

Trazem consigo, cadinhos
Vasos de vidro
Potes de louça
Todos bem e iluminados
Evitam qualquer relação
Com pessoas
De temperamento sórdido
De temperamento sórdido
De temperamento sórdido
De temperamento sórdido...

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Êh! Êh! Êh! Êh!...

Os Alquimistas
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Os Alquimistas...(2x)

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!..."

Os alquimistas
Jorge Ben