quinta-feira, 23 de fevereiro de 2017

One Armed Scissor At The Drive-In

One Armed Scissor
At The Drive-In
  

Yes this is the campaign
Slithered entrails
In the cargo bay
A neutered is the vastness
Hallow vacuum check the
Oxygen tanks
They hibernate
But have they kissed the ground
Pucker up and kiss the asphalt now
Tease this amputation
Splintered larynx
It has access now

Cut away, cut away
Send transmission to
The one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from
The one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from
The one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away

Banked on memory
Mummified circuitry
Skin graft machinery
Sputnik sickles found in the seats

Self-destruct sequence
This station is non-operational
Species growing
Bubbles in an IV loitering
Unknown origins
Is this the comfort of being afraid
Solar eclipsed
Black out the vultures
As they wait
Unknown, unknown
Unknown, unknown, yeah

Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from
The one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from
The one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from
The one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away

Dissect a trillion sighs away
Will you get this letter
Jagged pulp sliced in my veins
I write to remember
'Cause I'm a million miles away
Will you get this letter
Jagged pulp sliced in my veins
I write to remember
I write to remember
I write to remember

Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from
The one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from
The one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from
The one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Cut away, cut away
Cut away, cut away

quarta-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2017

Hey Hey, My My (Into The Black) Neil Young

Hey Hey, My My (Into The Black)
Neil Young
  

Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There's more to the picture
Than meets the eye
Hey hey, my my

Out of the blue and into the black
You pay for this, but they give you that
And once you're gone, you can't come back
When you're out of the blue and into the black

The king is gone but he's not forgotten
Is this the story of johnny rotten?
It's better to burn out 'cause rust never sleeps
The king is gone but he's not forgotten

Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There's more to the picture
Than meets the eye

segunda-feira, 20 de fevereiro de 2017

Drive Incubus

Drive
Incubus
  

Sometimes I feel the fear
Of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself how much
I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer

It's driven me before
And it seems to have a vague
Haunting mass appeal
But lately I'm beginning to find that
I should be the one behind the wheel

Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes, yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there
I'll be there

So if I decide to waiver my chance
To be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine
And hold my own and drive?

It's driven me before
And it seems to be the way
That everyone else gets around
But lately I'm beginning to find that
When I drive myself my light is found

Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes, yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there
I'll be there

Would you choose water over wine
Hold the wheel and drive

Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes, yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there
I'll be there

sexta-feira, 17 de fevereiro de 2017

Blue Sky Mine Midnight Oil

Blue Sky Mine
Midnight Oil
  

There'll be food on the table tonight
There'll be pay in your pocket tonight

My gut is wrenched out it is crunched up and broken
My life that is lived is no more than a token
Who'll strike the flint upon the stone and tell me why?

If I yell out at night there's a reply of blue silence
The screen is no comfort I can't speak my sentence
They blew the lights at heaven's gate and I don't know why

But if I work all day on the blue sky mine
(There'll be food on the table tonight)
Still I walk up and down on the blue sky mine
(There'll be pay in your pocket tonight)

The candy store paupers lie to the shareholders
They're crossing their fingers they pay the truth makers
The balance sheet is breaking up the sky

So I'm caught at the junction still waiting for medicine
The sweat of my brow keeps on feeding the engine
Hope the crumbs in my pocket can keep me for another night

And if the blue sky mining company won't come to my rescue
If the sugar refining company won't save me

Who's gonna save me?

And some have sailed from a distant shore
And the company takes what the company wants
And nothing's as precious
As a hole in the ground

Who's gonna save me?
I pray that sense and reason brings us in
Who's gonna save me?
We've got nothing to fear

In the end the rain comes down
Washes clean the streets of a blue sky town

quinta-feira, 16 de fevereiro de 2017

Carolina Seu Jorge

Carolina
Seu Jorge
  

Carolina é uma menina bem difícil de esquecer
Andar bonito e um brilho no olhar
Tem um jeito adolescente que me faz enlouquecer
E um molejo que não vou te enganar

Maravilha feminina, meu docinho de pavê
Inteligente, ela é muito sensual
Te confesso que estou apaixonado por você
Ô, Carolina, isso é muito natural

Carolina, eu preciso de você
Carolina, eu não vou suportar não te ver
Carolina, eu preciso te falar
Carolina, eu vou amar você

De segunda à segunda eu fico louco pra te ver
Quanto eu te ligo você quase nunca está
Era outra coisa que eu queria te dizer
Não temos tempo, então melhor deixar pra lá

A princípio no domingo o que você quer fazer?
Faça um pedido que eu irei realizar
Olha aí, amigo, eu digo que ela só me dá prazer
Essa mina carolina é de abalar, ô

Ô, Carolina, eu preciso de você
Ô, Carolina, não vou suportar não te ver
Carolina, eu preciso te falar
Ô, Carolina eu vou amar você
Carolina, Carolina

Carolina, preciso te encontrar
Carolina, me sinto muito só
Carolina, preciso te dizer
Ô, Carolina, eu só quero amar você

Carolina, preciso te encontrar
Carolina, me sinto muito só
Carolina, preciso te dizer
Ô, Carolina, eu só quero amar você

Carolina é uma menina bem difícil de esquecer
Andar bonito e um brilho no olhar
Tem um jeito adolescente que me faz enlouquecer
E um molejo que não vou te enganar

Maravilha feminina, meu docinho de pavê
Inteligente, ela é muito sensual
Te confesso que estou apaixonado por você

Ô, Carolina, eu preciso de você
Ô, Carolina, não vou suportar não te ver
Carolina, eu preciso te falar
Ô, Carolina eu vou amar você

Eu vou amar você
Pois eu vou te dar muito carinho
Vou te dar beijinho no cangote
Oi, Carolina
Menina bela, menina bela

Carolina, preciso te encontrar
Carolina, me sinto muito só
Carolina, preciso te dizer
Ô, Carolina, eu só quero amar você

Carolina, preciso te encontrar
Carolina, me sinto muito só
Carolina, preciso te dizer
Ô, Carolina, eu só quero amar você

Carolina, preciso te encontrar
Carolina, me sinto muito só
Carolina, preciso te dizer
Ô, Carolina, eu só quero amar você

Carolina, Carolina

Carol, Carol, Carol

quarta-feira, 15 de fevereiro de 2017

Running Up That Hill Placebo

Running Up That Hill
Placebo
  

It doesn't hurt me
You wanna feel how it feels?
You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me?
You wanna hear about the deal I'm making?
You be running up that hill
You and me be running up that hill

And if I only could
Make a deal with God
And get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
If I only could, oh...

You don't want to hurt me
But see how deep the bullet lies
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder
There is thunder in our hearts, baby
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

You, be running up that hill
You and me, be running up that hill
You and me won't be unhappy

And if I only could
Make a deal with God
And get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
If I only could, oh...

C'mon, baby, c'mon, c'mon, darling
Let me steal this moment from you now
C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling
Let's exchange the experience, oh...

And if I only could
Make a deal with God
And get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no problems
With no problems

If I only could, be running up that hill (x7)

terça-feira, 14 de fevereiro de 2017

Rodo Cotidiano O Rappa

Rodo Cotidiano
O Rappa
  

Ô Ô Ô Ô Ô my brother (4x)

É...
A ideia lá comia solta
Subia a manga amarrotada social
No calor alumínio nem caneta nem papel
Uma ideia fugia

Era o rodo cotidiano (2x)

Espaço é curto quase um curral
Na mochila amassada uma quentinha abafada

Meu troco é pouco, é quase nada (2x)

Ô Ô Ô Ô Ô my brother (4x)

Não se anda por onde gosta
Mas por aqui não tem jeito, todo mundo se encosta
Ela some é lá no ralo de gente
Ela é linda mas não tem nome
É comum e é normal

Sou mais um no Brasil da Central
Da minhoca de metal que corta as ruas
Da minhoca de metal
É... como um concorde apressado cheio de força
Que voa, voa mais pesado que o ar
E o avião, o avião, o avião do trabalhador

Ô Ô Ô Ô Ô my brother (4x)

É... espaço é curto quase um curral
Na mochila amassada uma vidinha abafada
Meu troco é pouco, é quase nada (2x)

Não se anda por onde gosta
Mas por aqui não tem jeito, todo mundo se encosta
Ela some é lá no ralo de gente
Ela é linda mas não tem nome
É comum e é normal

Sou mais um no Brasil da Central
Da minhoca de metal que entorta as ruas
Da minhoca de metal que entorta as ruas
Como um Concorde apressado cheio de força
Voa, voa mais pesado que o ar
E o avião, o avião, o avião do trabalhador

Ô Ô Ô Ô Ô my brother (4x)

sexta-feira, 10 de fevereiro de 2017

Sunday Bloody Sunday U2

Sunday Bloody Sunday
U2
  

I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
'Cos tonight
We can be as one, tonight

Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead-end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Oh, let's go!

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trenches dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, bloody Sunday

How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
'Cause tonight
We can be as one, tonight
Sunday, bloody Sunday

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
I'll wipe your tears away
I'll wipe your bloodshot eyes

Sunday, bloody Sunday

And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
On

Sunday, bloody Sunday

quarta-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2017

All Of My Love Led Zeppelin

All Of My Love
Led Zeppelin
  

Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light?
To chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
There moves a thread that has no end

For many hours and days that passes ever soon
The tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?

All of my love, all of my love
Oh all of my love to you now
All of my love, all of my love
Oh all of my love to you now

The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again
One voice is clear above the din
Proud aryan one word, my will to sustain
For me, the cloth once more to spin

All of my love, all of my love
Oh all of my love to you now
All of my love, all of my love
Yeah all of my love to you child

Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time
His is the force that lies within
Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find
He is a feather in the wind

All of my love, all of my love
Oh all of my love to you now

All of my love, oh love yes
All of my love to you now
All of my love, all of my love
All of my love, love

Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Oh yeah, it's all, all, all of my love
All of my love, all of my love to you now
All of my love, all of my love
All of my love, to, to you and you, and you and yeah

I get a bit lonely, just standing up
Just standing up
Just standing up lonely
Just I get a bit lonely

terça-feira, 7 de fevereiro de 2017

Beautiful Ones Suede

Beautiful Ones
Suede
  

High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dad's suite you hide
staining his name again,
Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue
lost it to Bostik, yeah.
Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time tookill
get into bands and gangs.
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the
beautiful ones
loved up, Doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town
shaking their meat to the beat,
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the
beautiful ones.
You don't think about it,
You don't do without it,
because you're beautiful,
And if your baby's going crazy
that's how you made me,
la, la, la, la....

domingo, 5 de fevereiro de 2017

You Have Killed Me Morrissey

You Have Killed Me
Morrissey
  

Pasolini is me
'Accattone' you'll be
I entered nothing and nothing entered me
'Til you came with the key
And you did your best but

As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me

Piazza Cavour, what's my life for?

Visconti is me
Magnani you'll never be
I entered nothing and nothing entered me
'Til you came with the key
And you did your best but

As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes, I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me

Who am I that I come to be here...?

As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me

And there is no point saying this again
There is no point saying this again
But I forgive you, I forgive you
Always I do forgive you

sábado, 4 de fevereiro de 2017

Pretend We're Dead L7

Pretend We're Dead
L7
  

What's up with what's going down
In every city, in every town
Cramping styles is the plan
They've got in the palm of their big hands

When we pretend that we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we've said
When we pretend that we're dead

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Turn the tables with our unity
They're neither moral nor majority
Wake up and smell the coffee
Or just say no to individuality

When we pretend that we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we've said
When we pretend that we're dead

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon


sexta-feira, 3 de fevereiro de 2017

Is This Love? Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Is This Love?
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
  

You're so much different than me yea
I know
And I'm my only enemy
Pain is all that I can see oh

I see you're climbing a tree
And I know
That it's easier to be up high in
The air than oh the ground
Is it love, is this love, now its love, must be love, this is love, yes its love, now its tough,
Must be love, And its love, yes its love, this is love, must be love, it is love, yes its hard, no its not, must be love, this is hard, no its not, must be love, must be love, it is love, love, love, no doubt

You say you can't say anymore
You've already said it before
In a million different ways which
Were all not quite right
The rain is loud on the ground
Well I know
But I don't even make a sound when
I come around oh
And you say I'd be better off dead
This I know
But it's no use hiding this pretty
Head in the ground
And its love, yes its love, now its love, must be love, this is love, yes its love, now its tough, Must be love, is it love, yes its love, now its hard, must be love, and its hard, is it love, yes its not, now its hard, yet in love, is it love, this is love, must be love, it is love, love, love, no doubt

And we can do the zarathustra
We can do the broken fist
We can tear down all the borders
Or abbreviate the list
And when finally the finish line
Emerges from the mist we'll sound
A soft alarm

quarta-feira, 1 de fevereiro de 2017

Seven Nation Army The White Stripes

Seven Nation Army
The White Stripes
  

I'm going to fight them off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarrette

And the message coming from my eyes
Says "Leave it alone"

Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear
But that's what I'll do

And the feeling coming from my bones
Says "Find a home"

I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the Lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me and I will think
No more

And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me go back home