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jueves, julio 31, 2003
martes, julio 29, 2003
lunes, julio 28, 2003
 A visita inusitada e bizarra ao camarim: Porcacultor, o mito. Paco (eu) prestes a começar o ritual de sacrifício. viernes, julio 25, 2003
jueves, julio 24, 2003
lunes, julio 21, 2003
"Masoko Tanga"
from Outlandos d'Amour Music and "Lyrics" by Sting, Magnetic Publishing Ltd. 1979 One, two, one, two, three, four Ohhhhh da la la Don't ba bose da la lomb ba bay Ping pong da la zoe da la la low People know what de lee do da day Key wo wa di com la day wa da Co wa da zu ma pu wa all day See po wa ta na po ba ba Zoe ka mo wa I've been sleepin' all day Took a lot of drugs, watch the tide roll out Day light na no ma do la Keep the sugar warmed up, hey! Keyboard is a mo day la Keyboard is a mo day la A key word is a mo way la Key wa wo day wa wo I've been Kicking a wall baby cos' I'm gay I broke all ma wa tay lay doe (Ahhh) People are ghosts. Ah my my! Go away. I pissed on my wall or my door I'm pissed so no wa though I gave my love away I'll come back though threw a sonar I pissed on my walk on my ass all day I stumble back home passed my door Oh Oh Oh Oh They all know what Oh Oh Oh Oh The mess in my way Oh Oh Oh Oh I'm called Mr. Wombat Oh Oh Oh Oh Pissed all the day Oh Oh Oh Oh Key from my Wombat Oh Oh Oh Oh He stood in my way Oh Oh Oh Oh Key from wild baby Oh Oh Oh Oh He took my wah Ma wa ba wa ta la throw away To ma ba sue le dah (Oh!) Don't know why my white car won't stay clean I don't know for what I do? Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh (ow!) (vocal's fade) Oh Oh Oh Oh repeat Note: These lyrics, provided by Jake Keel, were included with the original Japanese vinyl release of Outlandos d'Amour. The Japanese distributer just payed an English speaker to interpret the lyrics, but they are as close to "official" as has been found. The lyrics also contained a footnote warning that the song illustrates the negative effects of drug use. Nota del postador: Genial!!! E se alguiem quiser mirar la página clique aqui (recebido del Pedrassius)
O show foi muito bom. O astral da casa e da platéia ótimos e o Wilson conseguiu chegar "just in time" via Fedex depois de brincar com o Ed 1000 som em Bora-Bora e St. Tropez.
 jueves, julio 17, 2003
Atención:
Os preços abaixo são de consumação sem nome na lista. Não será cobrado "couvert artístico". Para pagar a consumação de H-R$15/M-R$7, basta enviar um e-mail para lospi@ig.com.br passando os nomes para a lista dos "descontados". Aprovetchen!!! martes, julio 15, 2003
lunes, julio 14, 2003
E aproveitando o momento "chicken man" aà de baixo só para lembrar para todo mundo ir ver "Finding Nemo".
domingo, julio 13, 2003
sábado, julio 12, 2003
"Hail to the Thief" do Radiohead e "Fever to Tell" dos Yeah Yeah Yeahs tem sido a trilha sonora do meu mau-humor.
viernes, julio 11, 2003
Murder by numbers (Police)
Once that you’ve decided on a killing, First you make a stone of your heart. And if you find that your hands are still willing, Then you can turn a murder into art. There really isn’t any need for bloodshed, You just do it with a little more finesse. If you can slip a tablet into someone’s coffee, Then it avoids an awful lot of mess. It’s murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3, It’s as easy to learn as your ABC. Murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3, It’s as easy to learn as your ABC. Now if you have a taste for this experience And you’re flushed with your very first success, Then you must try a twosome or a threesome And you’ll find your conscience bothers you much less Because murder is like anything you take to It’s a habit-forming need for more and more. You can bump off every member of your family And anybody else you find a bore Because it’s murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3, It’s as easy to learn as your ABC Murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3, It’s as easy to learn as your ABC. Now you can join the ranks of the illustrious In history’s great dark hall of fame. All our greatest killers were industrious At least the ones that we all know by name. But you can reach the top of your profession If you become the leader of the land, For murder is the sport of the elected, And you don’t need to lift a finger of your hand Because it’s murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3, It’s as easy to learn as your ABC. Murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3, It’s as easy to learn as your A, B, C, D, E,.......... (Trilha sonora oficial del preenchimento de los ISRCs) jueves, julio 10, 2003
lunes, julio 07, 2003
Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts
Bob Dylan The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall, The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall. The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down, Anyone with any sense had already left town. He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts. He moved across the mirrored room, "Set it up for everyone," he said, Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he turned their heads. Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin, "Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?" Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts. Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs, Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair. Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide, A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside. Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts. Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine, He made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine. With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place, He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste. But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts. Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town, She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown. She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear, "Sorry, darlin', that I'm late," but he didn't seem to hear. He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts. "I know I've seen that face before," Big Jim was thinkin' to himself, "Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf." But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him, Starin' at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts. Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child, She did whatever she had to do, she had that certain flash every time she smiled. She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere. But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts. The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined, The drillin' in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind. It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king. No, nothin' ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts. Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife, She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife. She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide, Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died. She was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts. Lily washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away. "Has your luck run out?" she laughed at him, "Well, I guess you must have known it would someday. Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint, I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint." Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts. The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair. "There's something funny going on," he said, "I can just feel it in the air." He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk, As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk. There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts. Lily's arms were locked around the man that she dearly loved to touch, She forgot all about the man she couldn't stand who hounded her so much. "I've missed you so," she said to him, and he felt she was sincere, But just beyond the door he felt jealousy and fear. Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts. No one knew the circumstance but they say that it happened pretty quick, The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked. And Big Jim was standin' there, ya couldn't say surprised, Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes. She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts. Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall And cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul. In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground For one more member who had business back in town. But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts. The next day was hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black, Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back. And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink, The hangin' judge was sober, he hadn't had a drink. The only person on the scene missin' was the Jack of Hearts. The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, "Closed for repair," Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair. She was thinkin' 'bout her father, who she very rarely saw, Thinkin' 'bout Rosemary and thinkin' about the law. But, most of all she was thinkin' 'bout the Jack of Hearts. Copyright © 1974 Ram's Horn Music miércoles, julio 02, 2003
martes, julio 01, 2003
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