"My Ex- Boyfriends"
Soko
terça-feira, 17 de fevereiro de 2009
sábado, 14 de fevereiro de 2009
Dia dos Namorados
"A Kiss is Not a Contract"
by Flight of the Conchords
A kiss is not a contract
But it's very nice
Mmmmm, very nice
Just because you've been exploring my
mouth
Doesn't mean you get to take an
expedition further south
No.
A kiss is not a contract,
But it's very nice,
It's very, very nice,
Just because we've been playing tonsil
hockey
Doesn't mean you get to score the goal
that's in my jockey
Just because I'm in a two man
novelty band
Doesn't mean it's all about
poontang.
I can't go around loving everyone
I just wouldn't get anything done
You can take me out to dinner that
might be quite nice
you could buy me a burrito and some beans
and rice
but that won't get you into pants
paradise
They call it a fly because it takes
you up to heaven oh oh
A kiss is not a contract but it's very
nice. It's very very nice.
I'm only one man, baby, pretty baby
We're only two men, ladies
Babies. Pretty babies.
Sou o Principe das festas!
"Prince of Parties"
Flight of the Conchords
I'm the pretty prince of parties
You're a tasty piece of pastry
You're so lighty flighty flakey
I go where the party takes me
I'm the funky monkey junky
You're a flunky bunky donkey
You're a picture of the devil's daughter
I'm a pitcher of holy water
Oh pretty prince of parties where's
the party now? - I don't know.
Oh pretty prince of parties where does
water go? - I let it flow.
Oh pretty prince of parties can I come
to your party? - No.
Oh pretty prince of parties where do
you get your clothes? - They're made
of snow. Pretty party clothes
crocheted of snow.
I'm the mickey Maori minstrel
You're the high priestess of tinsel
I'm the guru god of ganja
Ramashalanka lanka ravi shanka
la la la la la la la la la la la la
Sábado
"Saturday"
by Cut Copy
When I am looking for you,
I call your number
but I can't get through.
When I am looking for you,
I call your number
but I can't get through.
When I am looking for you,
I call your number
but I can't get through.
When I am looking for you,
I call your number
but I can't get through.
There is a feeling in me
and I don't know why.
Is there a feeling in you
that you can't deny?
There is a feeling in me
and I don't know why.
Is there a feeling in you
that you can't deny?
There is a feeling in me
and I don't know why.
Is there a feeling in you
that you can't deny?
There is a feeling in me
and I don't know why.
Is there a feeling in you
that you can't deny?
There is a feeling in me
and I don't know why.
Is there a feeling in you
that you can't deny?
sexta-feira, 13 de fevereiro de 2009
i LOVE this oNE
of montreal
"gallery piece"
I want to be your love
I want to make you cry
And sweep you off your feet
I want to hurt your pride
I want to slap your face
I want to paint your nails
I want to make you scream
I want to braid your hair
I want to kiss your friends
I want to make you laugh
I want to dress the same
I want to defend you
I want to squeeze your thighs
I want to kiss your eyelids
And corrupt your dreams
I want to crash your car
I want to scratch your cheeks
I want to make you sick
I want to sell you out
Want to expose your flaws
I want to steal your things
I want to show you off
I want to tell you lies
I want to write you books
I want to turn you on
I want to make you come
200 times a day
I want to dry your tears
Every time you're sad
I want to be what's happening
I want to be your only friend
I only go all the way
This time i'm not pretending
I can't take the trash
Your trashy friends are catching onto us
They got like fifty personalities
Oh girl, that's so messed up
You see that sculpture on the hill
That's where she cleared me out
Forever
They're monitoring my self conscious massacres, i know
Bringing it closer to the surface so it's easily pervertable
I want to be a beast
I want to make you proud
And play with your head
I want to take you out
Make you feel adored
And buy you everything
I want to hurt you bad
Make you paranoid
And say the sweetest things
I want to help you grow
Until for eternity
I want to be your what's happening
What's happening
Aqui estamos com mais nada que nós entre nós
"Another day"
Original de Roy Harper
Pelos This Mortal Coil
Kate Bush & Peter Gabriel
The kettle's on, the sun has gone
another day
She offers me Tibetan tea on a flower tray
She's at the door, she wants to score
She dearly needs to say
I loved you a long time ago
Where the winds own forget-me-nots blow
But I just couldn.t let myself go
not knowing what on earth there was to know.
But I wish that I had 'cause I need you so bad
I should have had one of your children.
And across the room inside a tomb
a chance is waxed and wanes
The night is young, why are we so hung up
in each others chains
I must make her, I must take her
while the dove domains
and feel the juice run as she flies
run my winds under her sighs
as the flames of eternity rise
to lick us with the first born lash of dawn.
Oh really my dear I can't see what we fear
Sat here with ourselves in between us.
And at the door she can't say more
than just another day
and without a sound
I turn around
and I walk away.
Original de Roy Harper
Pelos This Mortal Coil
Kate Bush & Peter Gabriel
The kettle's on, the sun has gone
another day
She offers me Tibetan tea on a flower tray
She's at the door, she wants to score
She dearly needs to say
I loved you a long time ago
Where the winds own forget-me-nots blow
But I just couldn.t let myself go
not knowing what on earth there was to know.
But I wish that I had 'cause I need you so bad
I should have had one of your children.
And across the room inside a tomb
a chance is waxed and wanes
The night is young, why are we so hung up
in each others chains
I must make her, I must take her
while the dove domains
and feel the juice run as she flies
run my winds under her sighs
as the flames of eternity rise
to lick us with the first born lash of dawn.
Oh really my dear I can't see what we fear
Sat here with ourselves in between us.
And at the door she can't say more
than just another day
and without a sound
I turn around
and I walk away.
Uma bela música sobre a amizade
"I See A Darkness"
por Bonnie Prince Billy
Well, you're my friend, (that's what you told me)
And can you see (what's inside of me)
Many times we've been out drinking
And many times we've shared our thoughts
But did you ever, ever notice, the kind of thoughts I got
Well you know I have a love, a love for everyone I know
And you know I have a drive to live I won't let go
But can you see it's opposition, comes arising up sometimes
That it's dreadful antiposition, comes blacking in my mind
And then I see a darkness
And then I see a darkness
And then I see a darkness
And then I see a darkness
And did you know how much I love you
Is a hope that somehow you, you
Can save me from this darkness
Well I hope that someday buddy
We have peace in our lives
Together or apart
Alone or with our wives
And we can stop our whoring
And pull the smiles inside
And light it up forever
And never go to sleep
My best unbeaten brother
This isn't all I see
Oh no, I see a darkness
Oh no, I see a darkness
Oh no, I see a darkness
Oh no, I see a darkness
And did you know how much I love you
Is a hope that somehow you, you
Can save me from this darkness
Uma bela música
Pelos Cocteau Twins
Original de Tim Buckley
"Song to the Siren"
On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.
And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.
For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."
Original de Tim Buckley
"Song to the Siren"
On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.
And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.
For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."
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