Wednesday, 31 December 2008
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!
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!
Tuesday, 30 December 2008
Friday, 19 December 2008
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
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
Tuesday, 16 December 2008
Monday, 15 December 2008
:D and on
to listen, dance and jump:
grandaddy - stray dog and the chocolate shake
Labels:
2000's,
grandaddy,
Jason Lytle,
party
Saturday, 13 December 2008
Friday, 12 December 2008
to listen loud and dance in a foolish way
the 2745th version of 'love will tear us apart'
Labels:
90's,
cover,
Ian Curtis,
Joy Division,
love will tear us apart,
party,
Stanton Miranda
Thursday, 11 December 2008
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
Monday, 8 December 2008
Friday, 5 December 2008
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
Tuesday, 2 December 2008
Monday, 1 December 2008
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...
Labels:
2000,
2000's,
radiohead,
thom yorke
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