pequenos nadas

encontrar, renovar, vou fugir ou repetir

Aljezur

thank you to god for making me an atheist

I want little fat kids with snub noses

Pereira

I'm going home on the morning train

Just like a bird without a feather
You know I'm lost without your love
You know I need your loving
Just like an angel needs heaven above

Woke up this morning
Black snake moved in on me.

Alte

This I'll hold it up higher, higher, high

Come on inside
Takin' that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride

There's a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
And it's all right, baby, it's all right

Sítio-das-Fontes, Estômbar

i really don't know how

so now i'm here again... i really tried this time

pick up the rock, son, and carry it on

Great morning light splits through the chain
Another day older and closer to the grave
I'm closer to the grave and come the dawn
I woke this morning shackled and drawn

flores e cautelas

Lá vai a Bia que arranjou um par jeitoso,
É vendedor como ela ali para o Bem Formoso.
São dois amores, duas vidas tão singelas
Enquanto ela vende flores, o Chico vende cautelas.

Na Mouraria só falam do namorico
A Bia namora o Chico, as conversas são iguais.
Ai qualquer dia, Deus queira que isto não mude
Que a Senhora da Saúde vai ser pequena demais.

de perna bamba e solta

Nem vem tirar
Meu riso frouxo com algum conselho
Que hoje eu passei batom vermelho,
Eu tenho tido a alegria como dom
Em cada canto eu vejo o lado bom.

Englischer Garten, Munique

beginners

This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure
Under pressure

Englischer Garten, Munique

this story, our story

The light won't hit your eye
And the moon won't rise
Before it's time
But i don't know how it will end
With all those records playin'...
i guess it's just how it goes..

Englischer Garten, Munique

24

Dans une taverne du vieux Lisbonne
Ou se retrouvaient des etrangers
Nos voix criblees de joies montaient de l'ombre
Et nous ecoutions nos coeurs chanter

Lisboa

picture it

I'm gonna steal a silver stallion
With not a mark upon his silky hide
Teach him he can trust me like a sister
One day we'll saddle up and ride

And we're gonna ride
We're gonna ride
Ride like the one-eyed Jack of Diamonds
With the Devil close behind
We're gonna ride
We're gonna ride...

I'm gonna find me a reckless man
Razor blades and ice in his eyes
Just a touch of sadness in his fingers
Thunder and lightning in his thighs

And we're gonna ride
We're gonna ride
Ride like the one-eyed Jack of Diamonds
With the Devil close behind
We're gonna ride
We're gonna ride...

I'm gonna chase the sky forever
With the man, the stallion and the wind
The sun is gonna burn into a cinder
Before we ever pass this way again

And we're gonna ride
We're gonna ride
Ride like the one-eyed Jack of Diamonds
With the Devil close behind
We're gonna ride
We're gonna ride...

c'est du passé, n'en parlons plus

Je ne sais pourquoi j'allais danser
A Saint-Jean au musette

Silves

and we kissed as though nothing could fall

Just for one day

Silves

mama, don't take my kodachrome away

To The Penguins
The Moonglows
The Orioles
and The Five Satins

Óbidos

Is that you chokin?

I tried to give you whiskey but it never did work
Suddenly you're begging me to do so much work
Right away from the get go the bullet was cursed

You dream of seeing fire in them hills
But you better wipe that smile from your lips

be a begger or a thief

Love's a hand-me-down brew, I'll never know a Sunday, in this weekday room. One o'clock till four, and Lord, how slow the moments go. And all I do is pour black coffee, since the blues caught my eye. I'm hangin' out on Monday, my Sunday dreams to dry.

Englischer Garten, Munique

all of the pictures that you keep on the wall

But say what you'll say
about the farmers and the fun
and the things behind the sun
and the people round your head
who say everything's been said
and the movement in your brain
sends you out into the rain.

Schlosspark Nymphenburg, Munique

when the lights are low

Need someone's hand to lead me through the night
I need someone's arms to hold and squeeze me tight
Now, when the night begins, whoa, I'm at an end
Because I need your love so bad

Salzburgo

Choose life

Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good
health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed
interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your
friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a
three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing
game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose
rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable
home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up
brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.

Alte

whisky soda e rock and roll

Puorte o cazone cu 'nu stemma arreto
'na cuppulella cu 'a visiera alzata.
Passe scampanianno pe' Tuleto
camme a 'nu guappo pe' te fa guardà!

Munique

love is an open book to a verse of your bad poetry

So ring the alarm, ring the alarm
Bar me and hold me and cling to my arm
Here it comes, here it comes
And what you're asking me now, disastrous now
Hoping and hoping and hoping
The feeling goes away

Alte

here's looking at you, kid

Sam, I thought I told you never to play...

Silves

sin auld lang syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And auld lang syne?

And surely ye'll be your pint' stowp,
And surely I'll be mine,
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

Silves

any kind of weather

Dutch pink on a downtown train
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
And I've been stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
A flamingo drinking from a coctail glass
Come admire the view from up on top of the mast

oh bebé

oh honey you're too much

Munique

as I’ve implied

In my baby’s arms, in my baby’s arms
And I got the hands to hold on to them

Munique

fazer a trouxa

Para tentar a sorte com aquelas vagas para a maçonaria
Vêm marxistas lá do norte dormir com os padres da monarquia

Porto

It's coming on xmas, they're cutting down trees

So times have been tough, and times have been tough
You have been put down, washed up, erased out
But honestly, and be honest with yourself, how much time do you waste? How much time do you blow every day?

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