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terça-feira, 16 de setembro de 2008

Antes que o Diabo Saiba que Morreste!

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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

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

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.

terça-feira, 16 de setembro de 2008

Antes que o Diabo Saiba que Morreste!

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Sumos

Little trouble girl

For The Roses

Screenwriter's Blues

All I want

Alone in Kyoto

Destroy everything you touch

Keep It a Secret

Samba da minha Terra

No cars go

La Frontera

Hands around my throat

Novocaine for the soul

Hard Rain!!

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