sábado, 7 de janeiro de 2012

here's looking at you, kid

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


quinta-feira, 5 de janeiro de 2012

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!


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


quarta-feira, 4 de janeiro de 2012

as I’ve implied

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


fazer a trouxa

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


terça-feira, 3 de janeiro de 2012

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?