Wednesday, 31 December 2008

Let's dance!!! You wanna party? Let's party!

festa Festa FESTAAAAA!!!!!!

Há muito tempo, coloquei esta música numa festa que fiz numa passagem de ano. Desde então, é "a música" das O horas de 1 de Janeiro. Long time ago, i played this music in a new year's party i made. Since then, this is The O h new year's song. Cheers!


Drive into the new year

Thursday, 18 December 2008

redemption song

Na festa do solistício, tomada pelos cristãos ao povo, que celebrava o fim das trevas, que meditava no passado e fazia votos para o futuro, enfeitava as casas de cor, luz e alegria, distribuía mais amor às crianças e alimentava a esperança de um mundo melhor, esta podia ser uma canção tocada à lareira numa roda de gente boa:

Wednesday, 17 December 2008

Fairytale Queen of New York???

Sorry, can't have Christmas without the favourite British Xmas song....and yes, he was always drunk and totally stoned! It was Christmas Eve babe/ In the drunk tank/An old man said to me, won't see another one, And then he sang a song/The Rare Old Mountain Dew/ I turned my face away And dreamed about you Got on a lucky one/ Came in eighteen to one/ I've got a feeling This year's for me and you/ So happy Christmas/ I love you baby I can see a better time/ When all our dreams come true They've got cars big as bars/ They've got rivers of gold But the wind goes right through you/ It's no place for the old When you first took my hand/ On a cold Christmas Eve You promised me Broadway was waiting for me You were handsome/ You were pretty/ Queen of New York City When the band finished playing/ They howled out for more Sinatra was swinging,/ All the drunks they were singing We kissed on a corner/ Then danced through the night The boys of the NYPD choir/ Were singing "Galway Bay" And the bells were ringing out/ For Christmas day You're a bum/ You're a punk/ You're an old slut on junk Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed You scumbag, you maggot/ You cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas your arse/ I pray God it's our last I could have been someone/ Well so could anyone You took my dreams from me/ When I first found you I kept them with me babe/ I put them with my own Can't make it all alone/ I've built my dreams around you

Monday, 1 December 2008

In too deep

kid A

We got heads on sticks ... You got ventriloquists ... Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed ... Rats and children follow me out of town ... Come on kids...