...anunciou-se a morte da poesia nestes tempos da pós modernidade... mas a poesia voltou simplesmente ao seu início, à origem mais remota, ao canto, à música...
Quarta-feira, 27 de Setembro de 2006
the nature of my game

Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, whats my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, whats my name
I tell you one time, youre to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Whats me name
Tell me, baby, whats my name
Tell me, sweetie, whats my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah

 

Rolling stones - Sympathy for the Devil



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all lovers must have thought provocking dreams


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Quinta-feira, 14 de Setembro de 2006
Ursos voyeuristas


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Terça-feira, 12 de Setembro de 2006
letras para breve :)


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A-lookin' at my honey in the rearview mirror

THE MIXTURES - PUSHBIKE SONG

Ridin' along on my pushbike, honey.
When I noticed you.
Ridin' downtown in a hurry, honey,
Down South Avenue.

You looked so pretty as you were ridin' along.
You looked so pretty as you were singing this song.

Well, I put on the speed,
And I tried catching up,
But you were pedaling harder too.
Ridin' along like a hurricane, honey,
Spinning out of view.

You looked so pretty as you were ridin' along.
You looked so pretty as you were singing this song.
Sing a song!

A-round, round, wheels goin' round round round.
Down up pedals, down up down.
But I gotta get across to the other side of town,
Before the sun goes down. Hey, hey!

Now we're riding along on the bicycle, honey.
That's a bicycle built for two.
A-lookin' at my honey in the rearview mirror;
Now I got a better view.

You looked so pretty as you were ridin' along.
You looked so pretty as you were singing this song.
Sing a song!

A-round, round, wheels goin' round round round.
Down up pedals, down up down.
But I gotta get across to the other side of town,
Before the sun goes down. Hey, hey



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os dias do arco-iris


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escaldão


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os lilazes


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Nota ao blogue

Estou a aproveitar para colocar alguns videos musicais que melhor ilustrem as letras.

Vários seguem sem a inclusão de letras uma vez que as mesmas já fora publicadas neste blogue outros têm-nas anexas.



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gently, gently!


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Ah only one day away from your arms

 

GENE PITNEY - 24 HOURS FROM TULSA
(H. David; B. Bacharach)
CBS

Dearest darling I had to write to say that I won't be home anymore
'Cause something happened to me while I was driving home and I'm not the same anymore

Oh I was only 24 hours from Tulsa
Ah only one day away from your arms

I saw a welcoming light and stopped to rest for the night
And that is when I saw her as I pulled in outside of a small hotel
She was there and so I walked up to her
Asked where I could get something to eat and she showed me where

Oh I was only 24 hours from Tulsa
Ah only one day away from your arms

She took me to a cafe
I asked her if she would stay
She said: "Okay"

Oh I was only 24 hours from Tulsa
Ah only one day away from your arms

The jukebox started to play
And nighttime turned into day as we were dancing closely
All of a sudden I lost control as I held her charms
And I caressed her, kissed her
Told her I'd die before I would let her out of my arms

Oh I was only 24 hours from Tulsa
Ah only one day away from your arms

I hate to do this to you
But I love somebody new
What can I do
And I can never, never, never
Go home again



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