sábado, 7 de janeiro de 2012

here's looking at you, kid


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

Silves

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!

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

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

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

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?

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