In the caves
All cats are grey
quarta-feira, outubro 15, 2008
segunda-feira, agosto 18, 2008
Birthday
Today is a birthday
They're smocking cigars
He's got a chain of flowers
And sows a bird in her knickers
They're smocking cigars
He's got a chain of flowers
And sows a bird in her knickers
terça-feira, julho 15, 2008
quinta-feira, julho 03, 2008
I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself
That's not too serious but, I just should wise up! I really should!
quarta-feira, junho 25, 2008
domingo, junho 22, 2008
sábado, junho 21, 2008
Mal Necessário
Ney, Ney... Show perfeito! Meu Deus!
Que afinação!
Que presença!
CAralho...!!!
Thanx, Marcos!
Que afinação!
Que presença!
CAralho...!!!
Thanx, Marcos!
segunda-feira, junho 16, 2008
Little Mother Of Sky
Little mother of sky, quando é que eu vou aprender, little motther of sky, que a história não pede bis?
Fudeu! hehe
Fudeu! hehe
sábado, junho 14, 2008
sábado, abril 12, 2008
sexta-feira, março 14, 2008
sábado, março 08, 2008
Who´s Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses?
Like this, so so:
"You're dangerous, 'cos you're honest.
You're dangerous, you don't know what you want.
Well you left my heart empty as a vacant lot
For any spirit to haunt.
You're an accident waiting to happen
You're a piece of glass left there on a beach.
Well you tell me thingsI know you're not supposed to
Then you leave me just out of reach.
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?
Well you stole it 'cos I needed the cash
And you killed it 'cos I wanted revenge.
Well you lied to me 'cos I asked you to.
Baby, can we still be friends?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?
Ah, the deeper I spin
Ah, the hunter will sin for your ivory skin.
Took a drive in the dirty rain
To a place where the wind calls your name
Under the trees, the river laughing at you and me.
Hallelujah! Heaven's white rose
The doors you open I just can't close.
Don't turn around, don't turn around again.
Don't turn around your gypsy heart.
Don't turn around, don't turn around again.
Don't turn around, and don't look back.
Come on now love, don't you look back.
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna taste your saltwater kisses?
Who's gonna take the place of me?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna tame the heart of thee?"
Who?
"You're dangerous, 'cos you're honest.
You're dangerous, you don't know what you want.
Well you left my heart empty as a vacant lot
For any spirit to haunt.
You're an accident waiting to happen
You're a piece of glass left there on a beach.
Well you tell me thingsI know you're not supposed to
Then you leave me just out of reach.
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?
Well you stole it 'cos I needed the cash
And you killed it 'cos I wanted revenge.
Well you lied to me 'cos I asked you to.
Baby, can we still be friends?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?
Ah, the deeper I spin
Ah, the hunter will sin for your ivory skin.
Took a drive in the dirty rain
To a place where the wind calls your name
Under the trees, the river laughing at you and me.
Hallelujah! Heaven's white rose
The doors you open I just can't close.
Don't turn around, don't turn around again.
Don't turn around your gypsy heart.
Don't turn around, don't turn around again.
Don't turn around, and don't look back.
Come on now love, don't you look back.
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna taste your saltwater kisses?
Who's gonna take the place of me?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna tame the heart of thee?"
Who?
sexta-feira, fevereiro 01, 2008
Ovelha Negra
Oh, baby, babeee,
Não adianta esperar, oh não!
Tire isso da cabeça
e põe o resto no lugar.
Não adianta esperar, oh não!
Tire isso da cabeça
e põe o resto no lugar.
segunda-feira, janeiro 28, 2008
quinta-feira, janeiro 17, 2008
segunda-feira, janeiro 07, 2008
Panic
Aff, enforquem mesmo alguns djs, como o Jão Durval, do Valenta!
Cara cuzão!
E dançar na Friends então? Quase impossível!
Como Morrissey já cantou:
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed DJ...
Cara cuzão!
E dançar na Friends então? Quase impossível!
Como Morrissey já cantou:
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed DJ...
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