R.E.M. - Begin the Begin

"Birdie in the hand for life's rich demand
The insurgency began and you missed it
I looked for it and I found it
Miles Standish proud, congratulate me

A philanderer's tie, a murderer's shoe

Life's rich demand creates supply in the hand
Of the powers, the only vote that matters
Silence means security silence means approval
On Zenith, on the TV, tiger run around the tree
Follow the leader, run and turn into butter

Let's begin again, begin the begin
Let's begin again like Martin Luther Zen
The mythology begins the begin
Answer me a question I can't itemize
I can't think clear, you look to me for reason
It's not there, I can't even rhyme here in the begin

A philanderer's tie, a murderer's shoe
Example: the finest example is you

A philanderer's tie, a murderer's shoe
Let's begin again, begin the begin
Let's begin again..."

Interpol - No I In Threesome

"Through the storms and the light
baby, you stood by my side
and life is wine
but there are days in this life
when you see the teeth marks of time
two lovers divide

Sound meets sound, babe
the echoes the surround
and know that we need is one thing
now what is there to allow?
babe, it's time we give something new a try
oh, alone we may fight
so, just let us be free

And baby tonight
i see your lips are on fire
and life is wine
now the windows are open the moon is so bright
there's no one can tell us what love brings, you and i

Sound meets sound, babe
the echoes they surround
and know that we need is one thing
now what is there to allow
babe, it's time we give something new a try
oh, alone we may fight
so just let us be free, tonight

Through the storms and the light
baby you stood by my side
and life is wine
you feel the sweet breath of time
it's whispering, its truth not mine
there's no I in threesome

And i am all for it
babe, it's time we give something new a try
oh, alone we may fight
and feathers bend like trees in the moonlight
babe, it's time we give something new a try
oh, alone we may fight"

Morrissey - I'm Not Sorry

On returning, i can't believe this world is still turning,
The pressure's on, because the pleasure hasn't gone
And i'm, not sorry for, for the things i've done
And i'm, not looking for, just anyone

On competing, oh, when will this tired heart stop beating?
It's all a game, existence is only a game
And i'm, not sorry for, for the things i've done
And i'm, not looking for, just anyone

I'm, slipping below the water line,
I'm, slipping below the water line
Reach for my hand, and, and the race is won
Reject my hand, and, the damage is done

I'm, slipping below the water line
I'm, slipping below the water line

The woman of my dreams, she, she never came along
The woman of my dreams, well, there never was one

And i'm, not sorry for, for the things i've said
There's a wild man in my head, there's a wild man in my head

Coldplay - High Speed

Can anybody fly this thing?
Before my head explodes,
Before my head starts to ring

We've been living life inside a bubble,
We've been living life inside a bubble

Confidence in you,
Is confidence in me,
Is confidence in high speed

Can anybody stop this thing?
Before my head explodes,
Before my head starts to ring

We've been living life inside a bubble,
We've been living life inside a bubble

Confidence in you,
Is confidence in me,
Is confidence in high speed
In high speed

In high speed, you want,
High speed, you want,
High speed, you want,

Legião Urbana - Last Time I Saw Richard

The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate
Someday, cynical and bitter and boring someone
In some dark cafe
You laugh, he said you think you're immune,
Go look at your eyes
They're fool of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies, pretty lies
When are you gonna realize they're only pretty lies
Only pretty lies, pretty lies

He put a quarter in the wurlitzer, and he pushed
Three button and the thing began to whirl
And a waitress came by a fishnet stockings and a bow tie
And she said drink up now it's getting on time to close
Richard, you haven't really changed, I said
Is she that now you´re romanticizing some pain that's in head
You've got tombs in your in eye, but the songs
You punched are dreaming
Listen, they talk of love so sweet
When are you gonna get back on your feet?
Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet

Richard got married to a figure skater
And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffe percolator
And he drinks at home now most night with the TV on
And all the house lights left up bright
I'm gonna blow this dam candle out
I don't want nobody, comin' over to my table
I´ve got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamer pass this away someday
Hidin' behind bottles in dark café
Dark cafes
Only a dark coccon before
I get my gorgeous wings
And fly away
Only a phase, these dark cafe days

Grant Lee Buffalo - Lone Star Song

There's a bullet in the heart tonight in the heart of Texas
Shout it to the Dallasites we are rolling home
They shot an angel in mid-flight and now she won't protect us
Shout it to the bedlamites we are westward ho

Pray the holy war is ending
Like in the films of Hollywood
And the angels are descending (important important)
Like Koreshians said
They would before too long
Sing a Lone Star Song

They had him nailed up to a T with a T for Texas
His disciples with artillery they held the fort inside
And by the time the story broke down at Dealey Plaza
We've already caught the smoke read the TV guide

Pray the holy war is ending (ending)
Like the films of Hollywood
And the choppers are descending (easy words easy words)
Like Ma. Reno said
They would before too long
Sing a Lone Star Song

Lone Star Song of the south
Words that can't help
But escape my mouth
When they bring down the house
Day upon day
Day upon day
Day upon day

Ooh ooh ooh

Pray the holy war is ending (ending)
Like the films of the Hollywood
And the trumpet's blast is blending
With the crack of burning
Wood/would before too long
Sing a Lone Star Song
Lone Star Song
Lone Star
Lone Star Song
Sing a Lone Star Song
Lone Star easy words come on come on...

Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence

Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Can't you understand
Oh my little girl

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

Vows are spoken
To be broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial
Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

Kid Abelha - Meio Desligado

Na minha opinião, Meio Desligado é o melhor CD do Kid Abelha.

Disco gravado entre março e julho de 1994, proveniente de shows realizados em BH, Curitiba, Crisciuma, Concordia, Venâncio Aires e Santa Bárbara.

Foi, digamos, o 1º "acústico" do Kid Abelha. Acontece uma certa renovação do público da banda. O disco atinge uma vendagem extraordinária, ganhando o primeiro duplo de platina (mais de 500 mil cópias). Traz uma versão meio mística de "Deus (apareça na televisão)"; deliciosas versões românticas para "Alice (não me escreva aquela carta de amor)", "Seu espião", "Porque não eu?" e "Gosto de ser cruel", com bastante violão e piano; "No meio da rua" vem com uma versão meio country; três regravações, sendo elas "Canário do reino", "Cristina" (do Tim Maia) e "Solidão que nada" (do Cazuza). Também os sucessos "Grand'Hotel", "Como eu quero" e "Eu tive um sonho" preenchem o disco. Apesar de ser um disco acústico gravado ao vivo, não teve versão em Home Vídeo. Último trabalho da banda lançado em LP.

Conta com participações de Ritchie (Como eu quero), Lulu Santos (Canário do Reino) e Sérgio Dias (Deus). O CD traz uma faixa bônus, “O Beijo”. Para baixá-lo, clique aqui ou na imagem acima.

Roy Orbison - I Drove All Night

I had to escape, the city was stinking and cruel
Maybe I should have called you first, but I was dying to get to you
I was dreaming while I drove the long straight road ahead
Uh-huh, yeah
Could taste your sweet kisses, your arms open wide
This fever for you was just burning me up deep inside

I drove all night to get to you
Is that all right?
I drove all night, crept in your room
Woke you from your sleep
To make love to you
Is that all right?
I drove all night

What in this world keeps us from falling apart?
No matter where I go I hear the beating of our one heart
I think about you when the night is cold and dark
Uh-huh, yeah
No one can move me the way that you do
Nothing erases this feeling between me and you

I drove all night to get to you
Is that all right?
I drove all night, crept in your room
Woke you from your sleep
To make love to you
Is that all right?
I drove all night

To taste your sweet kisses, your arms open wide
This fever for you is just burning me up inside

I drove all night to get to you
Is that all right?
I drove all night, crept in your room
Is that all right?
I drove all night

The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends

People I know, Places I go
Make me feel tongue tied
I can see how people look down
They're on the inside

Here's where the story ends

People I see, weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside

Here's where the story ends
Ooh, Here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
And it's the memories of the shed that make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise

Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside

Oh, Here's where the story ends
Ooh, Here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And who ever would've thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for
Oh the devil in me said go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

It's that little souvenir of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

Here's where the story ends
Ooh, Here's where the story ends

Nenhum De Nós - Julho De 83

Acho que era Julho de 83
Eu sempre esqueço do dia
Mas lembro do mês
A gente mal se conhecia
Nos vimos apenas uma vez
Mas foi como a fotografia
De um velho filme francês
Não fosse a roupa que eu vestia
Aquele estilo New Wave
Quem sabe eu conseguiria
Chegar perto de você

Adolescência vazia
Eu tinha quase 16
Ninguém me compreendia
E eu não compreendia ninguém

Fiquei ali sentando
Sentado sobre as mãos
Pensando em te perder
Querendo te encontrar
E foi então que aconteceu
Você me viu olhar
E veio em minha direção
Sorrindo disse, "olá"
E nesse dia começou
A nossa história
Que continua até hoje
E só parece melhorar
Adolescência vazia
Eu tinha quase 16
Ninguém me compreendia
E eu não compreendia ninguém

Acho que era Julho de 83
Eu sempre esqueço do dia
Mas lembro do mês

R.E.M. - Finest Worksong

The time to rise has been engaged
You're better best to rearrange
I'm talking here to me alone
I listen to the finest worksong
Your finest hour

Another chance has been engaged
To throw Thoreau and rearrange
You are following this time
I beg you not beg to rhyme (blow your horn)
Your finest hour (blow your horn)

Take your instinct by the reins
Your better best to rearrange
What we want and what we need
Has been confused been confused (blow your horn)
Your finest hour (blow your song)

Take your instinct by the reins
Better best to rearrange
What we want and what we need
Has been confused been confused (blow your horn)
Your finest hour (blow your song)
Your finest hour (blow your horn)
Your finest hour (blow your song)
Your finest hour

Placebo - Pure Morning

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better,
A friend with breasts and all the rest,
A friend who's dressed in leather

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend who'll tease is better, Our thoughts
compressed,
Which makes us blessed,
And makes for stormy weather

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
My Japanese is better,
And when she's pressed she will undress,
And then she's boxing clever

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better,
My friend confessed she passed the test,
And we will never sever

Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Pure morning
Pure morning
Pure morning

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend who'll tease is better,
Our thoughts compressed,
Which makes us blessed,
And makes for stormy weather

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better,
My friend confessed she passed the test,
And we will never sever

Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Pure morning
Pure morning
Pure morning

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
My Japanese is better,
And when she's pressed she will undress,
And then she's boxing clever

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better,
A friend with breast and all the rest,
A friend who's dressed in leather...

Alô, Creuzebek!

Uma homenagem a banda que colocou a minha velha Guarulhos no mapa, os caras que tocaram em várias quemerces do Cecap na minha época "adolescêntica", os loucos que se deram bem cantando músicas escrachadas: Os Mamonas Assassinas.

A 12 anos os caras foram dessa p/ melhor. Lembro de eu chegando de alguma balada madruguenta e o sr. Antônio, velho porteiro piadista do Malumar, veio me dizendo que os Mamonas haviam sumido, que eles tinham vindo de Brasília e sumiram. Perguntei "De onde os caras tavam vindo de Brasília, Seu Antônio? De Santos? Heheee!", já esperando alguma piada dele, mas aí ele falou do sumiço do avião deles vindos de Brasília/DF, na nossa vizinha Serra da Cantareira. Fiquei assustado na hora, mas não devia ser nada. Infelizmente era. O velório foi no gináio do Thomeuzão, na quadra atrás do meu ap. Realmente, juntou gente pra caramba.

Fui em alguns shows deles na época de sucesso, e realmente os caras colocavam todo mundo pra dar risada e pular. Lembro de um dos 1ºs shows que foi no extinto Lua Nua em Guarulhos, bar onde se apresentaram algumas vezes como Utopia. Nesse show, os cinco simplesmente se apresentaram de cueca, somente com um disco do próprio Utopia tampando as genitálias.

Mas lembro mesmo da época de Utopia e talvez da última apresentação deles em quemerce, onde todos apareceram de smoking, e o Dinho, ainda cabeludo, chegou e disse que a banda ia mudar o estilo, que agora seriam o "Roupa Nova Cover". A galera se matou de rir, e eles já emendaram seus covers de Guns N´Roses, Ramones e por aí vai. E quase no final ele veio pedindo p/ galera ajudar a virar o palanque onde estavam p/ trás, pois tinha mais gente do outro lado do que ali na frente. Sempre escrachado.

Segue um vídeo da Globo, diferente daquele que passa mil vezes no Gugu. Bem interessante, não havia visto ainda.

Evolução Da Dança

Para quem não sabe, esse é o vídeo mais visto do YouTube. Evolução da Dança de Judson Laipply possui mais de 76,5 milhões de visualizações e quase 120 mil comentários!

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The Charlatans - You're So Pretty, We're So Pretty

Show me the diamonds
Show me the gold
Call me the answer
Oh yeah
Call me anywhere
I don't have a care
This is my world

You're so pretty, we're so pretty

Show me the silver
Show me the gold
You're taking my name, angel
Done disappoint me
I see you smiling
Tie up elbows, no joke
Talking to the devil
Talking to the lord
For one sweet touch
Talking me to heaven
Talking to me to hell
For your sweet touch

You're so pretty, we're so pretty
You're so pretty, Oh so pretty

Show me the money,
Show me the money baby

You're so pretty, Oh so pretty
You're so pretty, we're so pretty

All the hours asking question
Couldnees fit in
Wasting time
Keep coming back for a little more
I see you smiling
Feed me to the lions
I'll throw you to the floor for the sweet touch
Diamonds in the rain
Will always be the same when there's a rainbow

You're so pretty, we're so pretty...

Comprei 1 Quatiiii!

Um idéia xarope, um doido e um violão. Versão atoscada de I Want to Break Free, do Queen. É pra rir, paps!

(Mas a menininha do vídeo consegue te irritar sem falar nada!!!)

Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
My head's been wet with the midnight dew
I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, "John go do My will!"

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What's down in the dark will be brought to the light

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down

Blur - Beetlebum

Beetlebum, what you done
She's a gun, now what you done, Beetlebum
Get nothing done, you Beetlebum
Just get numb, now what you done, Beetlebum

And when she lets me slip away
She turns me on and all my violence gone
Nothing is wrong, I just slip away and I am gone
Nothing is wrong, she turns me on
I just slip away and I am gone

Beetlebum, because you're young
She's a gun, now what you done, Beetlebum
She'll suck your thumb, she'll make you come
Cos she's your gun, now what you done, Beetlebum

And when she lets me slip away
She turns me on and all my violence gone
Nothing is wrong, I just slip away and I am gone
There's nothing wrong, she turns me on
I just slip away and I am

He's on, he's on, he's on it,
He's on, he's on, he's on it. (to end)

R.E.M. - Man On The Moon

Mott the Hoople and the game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
See you in heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.

Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey, Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.

Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah,yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling [wrestling bears]. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis, hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believe they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.