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Exits to freeways
twisted like knots on
fingers.
Jewels cleaving
skin between
breasts.
Your Cadillac breathes
four hundred horses
over blue lines.
You are going
to Reseda
to make love
to a model
from Ohio
whose real name
you don't
know.
You spin
like the cadillac was
overturning down a cliff
on television.
And the radio is on
and the radioman is speaking
and the radioman says
women were a curse.
So men built Paramount
studios.
And men built Columbia
studios.
And men built
Los Angeles.
It is 5 am
and you are listening
to Los Angeles.
And the radioman says
it is a beautiful night out there!
And the radioman says
Rock and Roll lives!
And the radioman says
it is a beautiful night out there
in Los Angeles.
You live
in Los Angeles
and you are going to
Reseda; we are all
in some way or
another going to
Reseda someday
to die.
And the radioman
laughs because
the radioman fucks
a model too.
Gone savage
for teenagers with
automatic weapons and
boundless love.
Gone savage for
teenagers who are
aesthetically pleasing,
in other words,
fly.
Los Angeles beckons
the teenagers
to come to her
on buses;
Los Angeles loves
love.
It is 5 am
and you are listening
to Los Angeles.
I am going to
Los Angeles
to build a screenplay about
lovers who murder each other.
I am going to
Los Angeles
to see my own name on a
screen, five feet
long and luminous.
As the radioman says
it is 5AM
and the sun has charred
the other side of
the world and come
back to us
and painted the smoke
over our heads
an imperial violet.
It is 5 am
and you are listening
to Los Angeles.
You are listening...
You are listening...
You are listening...
You are listening...
...to Los Angeles.
Tonight I'm feeling like an animal
Tonight I'm howling inside
Tonight I'm feeling like an animal
Tonight I'm going wild
And all I want is to be with you again
And all I want is to hold you like a dog
And all I want is to be with you again
With you again
Just to hold you like a dog
Tonight I'm screaming like an animal
Tonight I'm losing control
Tonight I'm screaming like an animal
Tonight oh I'm getting so low
And all I want is to be with you again
And all I want is to hold you like a dog
And all I want is to be with you again
With you again
Just to hold you like a dog
That's all I want
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Anything that may desert you
So it cannot hurt you
You only have to look behind you
At who's undermined you
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Walks you out of the sun
What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Anything that may delay you
Might just save you
You only have to look behind you
At who's underlined you
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Walks you out of the sun
What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way
Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Walks you out of the sun
What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way
Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Walks you out of the sun
What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way
You know I'm not a single man
But anyway you think you can
Come up to me and make a try
By saying make this a night to remember
What you said to me
What you did to me
What you wanted me to do
What you said last night
When you came up tight
What was I supposed to do
I don't know what made you believe
My simple heart could be so weak
That I could fall for your offence
In saying make this a night to remember
What you said to me
What you did to me
What you wanted me to do
What you said last night
When you came up tight
What was I supposed to do
Don't worry, don't worry
You know my lips are sealed
Samba da minha terra deixa a gente mole
Quando se canta
Quando se canta
Samba da minha terra deixa a gente mole
Quando se canta todo mundo bole
Quando se canta todo mundo bole (3x)
Quem não gosta de samba
Bom sujeito não é
É ruim da cabeça ou é doente do pé
Eu nasci com o samba
No samba me criei
E do danado do samba
Nunca me separei
Nunca me separei (2x)
Samba da minha terra deixa a gente mole
Quando se canta todo mundo bole
Quando se canta todo mundo bole (2x)
Quem não gosta de samba
Bom sujeito não é
É ruim da cabeça ou é doente do pé
Eu nasci com o samba
No samba me criei
E do danado do samba
Nunca me separei
Nunca me separei (2x)
Samba da minha terra deixa a gente mole
Quando se canta
Quando se canta
We know a place where no planes go,
We know a place where no ships go,
(Hey!) No cars go,
(Hey!) No cars go,
Where we know,
We know a place no space ships go,
We know a place where no subs go,
(Hey!) No cars go,
(Hey!) No cars go,
Where we know,
(Hey!),
(Hey!),
(Mom, Dad!),
(No go!),
(Hey!) Us kids know,
(Hey!) No cars go,
Where we know
Hoy vuelvo a la frontera
Otra vez he de atravesar
Es el viento que me manda
Que me empuja a la frontera
Y que borra el camino
Que detrás desaparece
Me arrastro bajo el cielo
Y las nubes del invierno
Es el viento que las manda
Y no hay nadie que las pare
A veces combate despiadado
A veces baile
Y a veces…nada
Hoy cruzo la frontera
Bajo el cielo
Bajo el cielo
Es el viento que me manda
Bajo el cielo de acero
Soy el punto negro que anda
A las orillas de la suerte
[La Frontera Lyrics on
Back down
And touch
The door is shut
In the end
You're just too close
There's no-one here
There's no-one there
I still can't tell
Try this
And you might find
I'm in your face
I see your face
The air is cold
I'm still on hold
I still can't tell
What's been said
Your Hands around my Throat
Ask me to let go
Your Hands around my Throat
Your Hands around my Throat
Life is hard and so am I
you better give me something
so I don't die
Novocaine for the soul
before I sputter out
before I sputter out
Life is white and I am black
Jesus and his lawyer
are coming back
Oh my darling will you be here
before I sputter out
before I sputter out
before I sputter out
Guess who's living here
with the great undead
this paint by numbers life is fucking with my head
once again
(solo)
Life is good and I feel great
'cause mother says I was
a great mistake
Novocaine for the soul
you better give me something
to fill the hole
before I sputter out
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Espremedor
Sumos
Little trouble girl
If you want me to
I will be the one
that is always good
and you'll love me too
But you'll never know
What I feel inside
That I'm really bad
Little trouble girl
(Kim Gordon)
Remember mother
We were close
Very, very close
You taught me how to feel good
flow down life we understood
curl my hair and eye lash
hitch my cheeks and do my lips
Swing my hips just like you
Smile and behave
A circle of perfection, it's what you gave
Then one day I met a guy
He stole my heart, no alibi
He said:
Romance is a ticket to paradise
Momma, I'm not too young to try
We kissed
We hugged
We were close
Very, very close
We danced in the sand
and the water rose - higher and higher
until I found myself floating - in the sky
I'm sorry mother
I'd rather fight than have to lie
If you want me to
I will be the one
that is always good
and you'll love me too
But you'll never know
What I feel inside
That I'm really bad
Little trouble girl
[Repeats line]
Cross my heart and hope to die
I can not tell a lie
Ah-hu
[Repeats
For The Roses
Rose said quote: "it's time to make a mess"
Time won't be soon mine in time I guess
She's painting on my back a beautiful flowerpot
And she treats me she treats me she treats me like her local god
Rose said quote: "it's time to make a mess"
This one's yours and yours is self obsessed
She's painting on my back a green tom, the Beefheart one
And she cuddles and she coos and she cuts the bullshit I confessed
She said: "Don't look my way
What can I possibly say
I've never seen you before today
I'm just the one that makes you think of the one
that makes you feel like you're the one."
But thank you for the roses for the roses
So thank you for the roses for the roses
Thank you for the roses for the roses (2 times)
Rose said quote: "it's time to make a mess"
remind me what it is that I do best
She's painting on my back some beautiful something sweet
And she treats me, she treats me, she beats me
Rose said quote: "my time has come at last"
Ugly things through my mind they have passed
She's scratching on my back 'if this boy believes me'
She leaves me, deceives me and takes those flowers just to
please me...
Rose don't mind where she been
She been blind
She been mine
all this time
She been kind
She been blind
She says: "Thank you for the roses for the roses."
Just to thank you for the roses for the roses (5 times)
Screenwriter's Blues
Exits to freeways
twisted like knots on
fingers.
Jewels cleaving
skin between
breasts.
Your Cadillac breathes
four hundred horses
over blue lines.
You are going
to Reseda
to make love
to a model
from Ohio
whose real name
you don't
know.
You spin
like the cadillac was
overturning down a cliff
on television.
And the radio is on
and the radioman is speaking
and the radioman says
women were a curse.
So men built Paramount
studios.
And men built Columbia
studios.
And men built
Los Angeles.
It is 5 am
and you are listening
to Los Angeles.
And the radioman says
it is a beautiful night out there!
And the radioman says
Rock and Roll lives!
And the radioman says
it is a beautiful night out there
in Los Angeles.
You live
in Los Angeles
and you are going to
Reseda; we are all
in some way or
another going to
Reseda someday
to die.
And the radioman
laughs because
the radioman fucks
a model too.
Gone savage
for teenagers with
automatic weapons and
boundless love.
Gone savage for
teenagers who are
aesthetically pleasing,
in other words,
fly.
Los Angeles beckons
the teenagers
to come to her
on buses;
Los Angeles loves
love.
It is 5 am
and you are listening
to Los Angeles.
I am going to
Los Angeles
to build a screenplay about
lovers who murder each other.
I am going to
Los Angeles
to see my own name on a
screen, five feet
long and luminous.
As the radioman says
it is 5AM
and the sun has charred
the other side of
the world and come
back to us
and painted the smoke
over our heads
an imperial violet.
It is 5 am
and you are listening
to Los Angeles.
You are listening...
You are listening...
You are listening...
You are listening...
...to Los Angeles.
All I want
Tonight I'm feeling like an animal
Tonight I'm howling inside
Tonight I'm feeling like an animal
Tonight I'm going wild
And all I want is to be with you again
And all I want is to hold you like a dog
And all I want is to be with you again
With you again
Just to hold you like a dog
Tonight I'm screaming like an animal
Tonight I'm losing control
Tonight I'm screaming like an animal
Tonight oh I'm getting so low
And all I want is to be with you again
And all I want is to hold you like a dog
And all I want is to be with you again
With you again
Just to hold you like a dog
That's all I want
Alone in Kyoto
Destroy everything you touch
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Anything that may desert you
So it cannot hurt you
You only have to look behind you
At who's undermined you
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Walks you out of the sun
What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Anything that may delay you
Might just save you
You only have to look behind you
At who's underlined you
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Walks you out of the sun
What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way
Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Walks you out of the sun
What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way
Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Walks you out of the sun
What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way
Keep It a Secret
You know I'm not a single man
But anyway you think you can
Come up to me and make a try
By saying make this a night to remember
What you said to me
What you did to me
What you wanted me to do
What you said last night
When you came up tight
What was I supposed to do
I don't know what made you believe
My simple heart could be so weak
That I could fall for your offence
In saying make this a night to remember
What you said to me
What you did to me
What you wanted me to do
What you said last night
When you came up tight
What was I supposed to do
Don't worry, don't worry
You know my lips are sealed
Samba da minha Terra
Samba da minha terra deixa a gente mole
Quando se canta
Quando se canta
Samba da minha terra deixa a gente mole
Quando se canta todo mundo bole
Quando se canta todo mundo bole (3x)
Quem não gosta de samba
Bom sujeito não é
É ruim da cabeça ou é doente do pé
Eu nasci com o samba
No samba me criei
E do danado do samba
Nunca me separei
Nunca me separei (2x)
Samba da minha terra deixa a gente mole
Quando se canta todo mundo bole
Quando se canta todo mundo bole (2x)
Quem não gosta de samba
Bom sujeito não é
É ruim da cabeça ou é doente do pé
Eu nasci com o samba
No samba me criei
E do danado do samba
Nunca me separei
Nunca me separei (2x)
Samba da minha terra deixa a gente mole
Quando se canta
Quando se canta
No cars go
We know a place where no planes go,
We know a place where no ships go,
(Hey!) No cars go,
(Hey!) No cars go,
Where we know,
We know a place no space ships go,
We know a place where no subs go,
(Hey!) No cars go,
(Hey!) No cars go,
Where we know,
(Hey!),
(Hey!),
(Mom, Dad!),
(No go!),
(Hey!) Us kids know,
(Hey!) No cars go,
Where we know
La Frontera
Hoy vuelvo a la frontera
Otra vez he de atravesar
Es el viento que me manda
Que me empuja a la frontera
Y que borra el camino
Que detrás desaparece
Me arrastro bajo el cielo
Y las nubes del invierno
Es el viento que las manda
Y no hay nadie que las pare
A veces combate despiadado
A veces baile
Y a veces…nada
Hoy cruzo la frontera
Bajo el cielo
Bajo el cielo
Es el viento que me manda
Bajo el cielo de acero
Soy el punto negro que anda
A las orillas de la suerte
[La Frontera Lyrics on
Hands around my throat
Back down
And touch
The door is shut
In the end
You're just too close
There's no-one here
There's no-one there
I still can't tell
Try this
And you might find
I'm in your face
I see your face
The air is cold
I'm still on hold
I still can't tell
What's been said
Your Hands around my Throat
Ask me to let go
Your Hands around my Throat
Your Hands around my Throat
Novocaine for the soul
Life is hard and so am I
you better give me something
so I don't die
Novocaine for the soul
before I sputter out
before I sputter out
Life is white and I am black
Jesus and his lawyer
are coming back
Oh my darling will you be here
before I sputter out
before I sputter out
before I sputter out
Guess who's living here
with the great undead
this paint by numbers life is fucking with my head
once again
(solo)
Life is good and I feel great
'cause mother says I was
a great mistake
Novocaine for the soul
you better give me something
to fill the hole
before I sputter out
Hard Rain!!
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it,
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
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2 comentários:
Muito bem!
A malta precisa de desabafos.
Abraço :)
Ora bem... sendo eu grande apreciadora de sumos de fruta, espero vir a consumir estes espremidos na "hora". Desde ja deixo a minha preferencia para sumos de frutas exóticas e nao de frutas da epoca que todas a gente os espreme!! Um bom cocktail "du chef" tambem será mto bem degustado... ah! e sempre 100% natural, nada de aditvos, corantes, edulcorantes e outras coisas terminadas em "ante(s)" que possam tornar o sabor, de algum modo, desinteressante;)
beijo,
[g i v s ®]
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