o baile começou!

"É que no Rio tem mulata e futebol
Cerveja, chope gelado, muita praia e muito sol
Tem muito samba, Fla X Flu no Maracanã
Mas também tem muito funk rolando até de manhã
(Vamos juntar o mulão e botar o pé no baile, DJ)

Ê, ê, ê, á... Peço paz pra agitar
Eu agora vou falar o que voce quer escutar
Ê, ê, ê, ê... Se liga que eu quero ver
O endereço dos bailes eu vou falar pra você

É que de sexta a domingo na Rocinha
O morro enche de gatinha
Que vem pro baile curtir
Ouvindo charme, rap, melody e montagem
É funk em cima, é funk embaixo
Que eu não sei pra onde ir

O Vidigal também não fica de fora
No final de semana rola um baile shock legal
A sexta feira lá no Galo é consagrada
A galera animada faz do baile um festival

Tem outro baile que a galera toda treme
É lá no Baile do Leme, lá no morro do chapéu
Tem na Tijuca um baile que é sem bagunça
A galera fica maluca lá no morro do Borel"

Endereço dos Bailes
Mc Junior/Mc Leonardo/Monobloco

"Rock errou"

"I know we're just like old friends
We just can't pretend
That lovers make amends
We are reasons so unreal
We can't help but feel that something has been lost

But please you know you're just like me
Next time I promise we'll be
Perfect
Perfect
Perfect strangers down the line
Lovers out of time
Memories unwind

So far I still know who you are
But now I wonder who I was...

Angel, you know it's not the end
We'll always be good friends
The letters have been sent on

So please, you always were so free
You'll see, I promise we'll be
Perfect
Perfect strangers when we meet
Strangers on the street
Lovers while we sleep

Perfect
You know this has to be
We always we're so free
We promised that we'd be
Perfect"

Perfect
Smashing Pumpkins

Drive

"Who's gonna tell you when it's too late,
Who's gonna tell you things aren't so great.

You can't go on, thinkin':
-"Nothings' wrong, but bye"
Who's gonna drive you home tonight?

Who's gonna pick you up when You fall?
Who's gonna hang it up when you call?

Who's gonna pay attention to your dreams?
And who's gonna plug their ears when you scream?

You can't go on, thinkin':
-"Nothings' wrong, but bye",

(who's gonna drive you)
(who's gonna drive you)
Who's gonna drive you home, tonight?
(who's gonna drive you home)

(bye baby)
(bye baby)
(bye baby)
(bye baby)

Who's gonna hold you down when you shake?
Who's gonna come around when you break?

You can't go on, thinkin':
-"Nothings' wrong, but bye"

(Who's gonna drive you)
(who's gonna drive you)
Who's gonna drive you home, tonight?
(who's gonna drive you home)

Oh, you know You can't go on, thinkin':
-"Nothings' wrong, but bye"
(Who's gonna drive you)
(Who's gonna drive you home)
Who's gonna drive you home, tonight?

(bye baby)
(bye baby)"

Drive
The Cars

Oração ao tempo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHP-hBHP3CU&NR=1

"Well, the smart money's on Harlow
And the moon is in the street
The shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you're east of East St. Louis
And the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon
His invisible fiancée is in the mirror
The band is going home
It's raining hammers, it's raining nails
Yes, it's true, there's nothing left for him down here

And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
That you love
And it's Time Time Time

And they all pretend they're Orphans
And their memory's like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can't remember
Tell the things you can't forget that
History puts a saint in every dream
Well she said she'd steak around
Until the bandages came off
But these mamas boys just don't know when to quit
And Matida asks the sailors are those dreams
Or are those prayers
So just close your eyes, son
And this won't hurt a bit

And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
That you love
And it's Time Time Time

Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars
And splash into the street
And when she's on a roll she pulls a razor
From her boot and a thousand
Pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window
And a kiss upon my lips
Till the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And play the fiddler off till I come back again

And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
That you love
And it's Time Time Time"

Time
Tom Waits

Música para vampiros

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