Música de Hoje: Tompkins Square Park

Tompkins Square Park
Mumford & Sons

Oh babe, meet me in Tompkins Square Park
I wanna hold you in the dark
One last time
Just one last time

And oh babe, can you tell what's on my tongue?
Can you guess that I'll be gone?
With the twilight
With the twilight

But no flame burns forever, oh no
You and I both know this all too well
And most don't even last the night
No they don't, they say they don't

Oh babe, I've never been so lost
I wanna hear you lie
One last time
Just one last time

But oh babe, I really wish you would not cry
I only ever told you one lie
When it could have been a thousand
It might as well have been a thousand

But no flame burns forever, oh no
You and I both know this all too well
And most don't even last the night
No they don't, they say they don't
And we can talk it round again girl
Round and round, round and round again
Or we could leave it out to die
Leave it out just leave it out

I never tried to trick you babe
I just tried to work it out
But I was swallowed up by doubt
If only things were black and white
Cause I just want to hold you tight
Without holding back my mind
Without holding back my mind

But no flame burns forever, oh no
You and I both know this all too well
And most don't even last the night

Música de Hoje: Pátria Amada

Nem lá, nem cá...
30 anos depois, as musicas de protesto dos anos 80 permanecem atuais.
Os tempos mudaram, os governantes mudam a cara, o discurso, mas na prática é tudo farinha do mesmo saco.

:/


Pátria Amada
Inocentes
 

Pátria Amada, é pra você esta canção
Desesperada, canção de desilusão
Não há mais nada entre eu e você
Eu fui traído e não fiz por merecer

Pátria Amada, cantei hinos em seu louvor
Mas tudo o que fiz de nada adiantou
Na boca amarga ainda resta esse refrão
Que diz pra morrer por ti e não importa a razão

Pátria Amada, como pude acreditar
Em palavras vazias e promessas soltas no ar
Pátria Amada, você me decepcionou
Quando eu lhe pedi justiça você me negou

Pátria amada!

Pátria Amada, de quem você é afinal
É do povo nas ruas ? Ou do Congresso Nacional
Pátria Amada, idolatrada, salve,salve-se quem puder!

Música de Hoje: Play The Game Tonight

Isso é Hollywood, o Sucesso!



Play The Game Tonight
Kansas

You think that something's happening
And it's bigger than your life
But it's only what you're hearing
Will you still remember?
When the morning light has come.
Will the songs be playing over and over
Till you do it all over again?

Play, play the game tonight,
Can you tell me if it's wrong or right?
Is it worth the time, is it worth the price
Do you see yourself in a white spotlight?
Then play the game tonight.

And when the curtains open
To the roaring of the crowd
You will feel it all around you
Then it finally happens
And it's all come true for you
And the songs are playing over and over
Till you do it over again

Música de Hoje: Baby Come Back

Ah...
Sério. Pra que ficar longe?


Baby Come Back
Player
 

Spending all my nights, all my money going out on the town
Doing anything just to get you off of my mind
But when the morning comes, I'm right back where I started again
Trying to forget you is just a waste of time

Baby come back, any kind of fool could see
There was something in everything about you
Baby come back, you can blame it all on me
I was wrong, and I just can't live without you

All day long, wearing a mask of false bravado
Trying to keep up the smile that hides a tear
But as the sun goes down, I get that empty feeling again
How I wish to God that you were here

Baby come back, any kind of fool could see
There was something in everything about you
Baby come back, you can blame it all on me
I was wrong, and I just can't live without you

Now that I put it all together
Give me the chance to make you see
Have you used up all the love in your heart
Nothing left for me, ain't there nothing left for me

Baby come back, any kind of fool could see
There was something in everything about you
Baby come back, listen, you can blame it all on me
I was wrong, and I just can't live without you

I was wrong, and I just can't live

Baby come back, any kind of fool could see
There was something in everything about you
Baby come back, you can blame it all on me

Música de Hoje:Spark

"Don't they know, the speaker is about to explode?"

And I know, they don't care.
nobody cares

Spark
Fitz & The Tantrums

 
You think it's over now
You think we'll go away
But we keep climbing up
You can't keep us down
Ain't temporary no
This shit is not for play
We're not your typical
That ain't what we're here for

It's time we light it up
Our match's to the grade
The tension's driving in
We ain't looking down
Watch how we take the throne
Drop like a cannonball
We take the lead, no
We're never gonna follow

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Don't they know, the speaker is about to explode?
Don't they know, this building is about to blow?
This building is about to
Blow, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

3 Years of digging holes
Been burning through our clothes
Yeah we keep on rising high
You can't touch us now
We give it every night
Our hearts are dynamite
We spit that fire
So you better listen up

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Don't they know, the speaker is about to explode?
Don't they know, this building is about to blow?
Don't they know, the speaker is about to explode?
Don't they know, this building is about to blow?
This building is about to

Blow
Bang bang here we go
Everything's about to blow
(Oh oh, oh oh)
Our moment's going up
Blast it up and lift it up
Sky high sky high
Here we go 'bout to fly

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Don't they know, the speaker is about to explode?
Don't they know, this building is about to blow?
Don't they know, the speaker is about to explode?
Don't they know, this building is about to blow?
This building is about to
Blow, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Música de Hoje: Broken Wings

Broken Wings
Mr. Mister

Baby, don't understand
Why we can't just hold on to each other's hands
This time might be the last I fear
Unless I make it all too clear
I need you so
Oh, oh

Refrão
Take these Broken Wings
And learn to fly again, learn to live so free
When we hear the voices sing
The book of love will open up and let us in
Take these Broken Wings

Baby, I think tonight
We can take what was wrong and make it right
Baby, it's all I know
That you're half of the fresh and clood makes me whole
I need you so

So take these Broken Wings
And Learn to fly again
Learn to live so free
When we hear the voices sing
The book of love will open us and let us in ya ya
Let us in
Let us in

Baby, that's all I know
That's you're half of the fresh and blood makes me whole Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
So take these Broken Wings
And learn to fly again, learn to live so free
When we hear the voices sing
The book of love will open up and let us in

Take these Broken Wings
And Learn to fly again
Learn to live so free
When we hear the voices sing
The book of love will open us and let us in
Ya, ya, ya ya


Take these Broken Wings
So take these Broken Wings
Take these Broken Wings
So take these Broken Wings

Música de Hoje: Lucky Day

Eu faço o meu dia um Lucky day...
E claro lembro do seu sorriso ;)

Lucky Day
Sascha Schmitz
 

You're looking lost
and I don't know the reason
All that I know is that you should not be
Don't run away the time is now
the place is here

Don't hesitate, for this is very urgent
I'm in a state in which I should not be
Day It's up to you,
to let a minute save your day

Show me what you got,
I know you've got a lot
So don't you let it slip away
Just show me what it takes to hold you,
maybe no one told you
Trust me when I say
Today's your lucky day
Today's your lucky day

Dear Diary, I'm on my way to madness
She don't belong to mediocrity
I'll let her know,
that I have never been so sure

Show me what you got,
I know you've got a lot
So don't you let it slip away
Come on show me
what it takes to hold you,
maybe no one told you
Trust me when I say
Today's your lucky day

Don't get me wrong
(don't get me wrong)
I'm not in love
(not completely)
But if you want
(but if you want)
We'll carry on
(we'll carry on)
and on....

Show me what you got,
I know you've got a lot
So don't let it slip away
Come on show me
what it takes to hold you,
maybe no one told you
Trust me when I say

Come on show me what you got,
I know you've got a lot
So don't let it slip away
Just show me what it takes to hold you,
maybe no one told you
Trust me when I say
Today's your lucky day
It's your lucky day
So trust me when I say
Today's your lucky day

Juca Kfouri eu te AMO!

Os tempos são caóticos.
As pessoas se deixam levar pelas paixões.

Não ele.

“Mas não entendo como você pode ser contra o impeachment e não ser petista”. 

“Porque você é um ignorante político”, respondeu Juca Kfouri.

Então, vamos ter mais educação povo!

http://blogdojuca.uol.com.br/2016/03/quarteto-de-arruaceiros/

Música de Hoje: She's In Fashion

Essa vai pro Crush.
Cara, faz tempo q não vejo.
Tá, nem tanto tempo assim.

Ainda fica a pergunta no ar.

So...

She's In Fashion
Suede

 

She's the face on the radio
She's the body on the morning show
She's there shaking it out on the scene
She's the colour of a magazine
And she's in fashion
She's in fashion

She's employed where the sun don't set
And she's the shape of a cigarette
And she's the shake of a tambourine
And she's the colour of a magazine
And she's in fashion
And she's in fashion

Oh and if she tells you 2 is 1
then 2 is 1 my love,
Oh and if she tells you, you should know,
then you should know my love,

She is strung out on a TV dream
And she's the taste of gasoline
And she's as similar as you can get
To the shape of a cigarette
And she's in fashion
And she's in fashion

Música de Hoje: The KKK Took My Baby Away

fantastica!!!

The KKK Took My Baby Away
Ramones

 

She went away for the holidays
Said she's going to l.a.
But she never got there
She never got there
She never got there, they say

She went away for the holidays
Said she's going to l.a.
But she never got there
She never got there
She never got there, they say

The kkk took my baby away
They took her away
Away from me
The kkk took my baby away
They took her away
Away from me

Hey, ho, hey, ho,

I don't know
Where my baby can be
They took her from me
They took her from me

I don't know
Where my baby can be
They took her from me
They took her from me

Ring me, ring me, ring me
At the president
And find out
Where my baby went
Ring me, ring me, ring me
At the fbi
And find out if
My baby's alive

Yeah, yeah, yeah
O-o-o-o-o-o
O-o-o-o-o-o

She went away for the holidays
Said she's going to l.a.
But she never got there
She never got there
She never got there, they say

She went away for the holidays
Said she's going to l.a.
But she never got there
She never got there
She never got there, they say

The kkk took my baby away
They took her away
Away from me

The kkk took my baby away
They took her away
Away from me

The kkk took my baby away
They took her away
Away from me

The kkk took my baby away
They took my girl
They took my baby away

Música de Hoje: Veja (Margarida)

Lembrando dos tempos de cursinho.
Violão, breja e músicas que conheci ali.

Obrigada Cursinho da Poli.
Obrigada IME.


Veja (Margarida)
Vital Farias
 

Eu vou partir, pra cidade garantida, proibida
Arranjar meio de vida, Margarida
Pra você gostar de mim

Essas feridas da vida Margarida
Essas feridas da vida, amarga vida
Pra você gostar de mim

Veja você, arco-íris já mudou de cor
E uma rosa nunca mais desabrochou
E eu não quero ver você
Com esse gosto de sabão...na boca
Arco-íris já mudou de cor
E uma rosa nunca mais desabrochou
E eu não quero ver você
Eu não quero ver...

Veja meu bem, gasolina vai subir de preço
E eu não quero nunca mais seu endereço
Ou é o começo do fim...ou é o fim...

Eu vou partir, pra cidade garantida, proibida
Arranjar meio de vida, Margarida
Pra você gostar de mim

Essas feridas da vida Margarida
Essas feridas da vida, amarga vida
Pra você gostar de mim

Essas feridas da vida Margarida
Essas feridas da vida, amarga vida
Pra você gostar de mim

Essas feridas da vida Margarida
Essas feridas da vida, amarga vida
Pra você gostar de mim

Biss Lee Recomenda: Sites úteis do seu dia a Dia!

Ai vão 5 sites que eu acho de utilidade pública e são poucos divulgados.

Divulgue vc tb!

Lula é ministro: Tá confuso coma situação política do País? Não sabe se sai de vermelho ou preto? Se come Coxinha ou Mortadela. Deixe de ficar preocupado em acompanhar as noticias, coloque esse site no seu browser e ele dirá qual o Status do Ex-Presidente Lula, se ele é ou não ministro naquele momento: http://lulaeministro.com/


Choveu na Cantareira: Outro importante Site que auxilia na atualização da Crise Hídrica Paulista. http://www.choveunacantareira.com/


Tem água na Cantareira: Site co-irmão do link anterior. Util pra saber qdo vc deve tomar aquele banho mais rápido (TODO O DIA - PARA DE ENROLAR NO BANHO). http://www.temaguanacantareira.com/


O LHC já destruiu a Terra: se vc não manja de física, mas quer estar informado se o Grande Colisor de Haudrons destruiu o mundo em que vc vive, seu site é esse. E se olhar o código do site o autor pede para que caso o Mundo tenha sido destruído e o site não atualizou vc pode mandar um e-mail pra ele avisando. http://hasthelargehadroncolliderdestroyedtheworldyet.com/

O Mais tradicional e importante: O site THE BEST. Clássico! Já foi até alvo dos Harckers do Estado Islâmico. E voltou com o Apoio e aval da população: http://www.pudim.com.br/

Até as próximas dicas!

Biss Lee Fala: Coxinha ou Mortadela?

Cara... amo os dois.

Coxinha: Casquinha crocante, massa molinha, aquele recheio de frango bem temperadinho.
Mortadela: Hummm, aquele gostinho de infância. Aquela gordurinha famosa e amada. Não tem como descrever, só ficar com água na boca.

Ah... pra falar dos movimentos. Não tem coxinha e e não tem mortadela. Não curto colocar rotulo de coisas gostosas em torcidas.

Sim. Torcidas.

Claro que como toda torcida, no meio tem pessoas racionais, que deixam a paixão de lado e sabem o motivo pelo qual escolheram o lado para o qual torcem. Essas pessoas tem minha total atenção e respeito. Elas sabem defender o ponto forte e o ponto fraco daqueles para os quais torcem.

Escutam, mesmo não concordando, as opiniões de todos com respeito, e devem, na minha suposição, refletir a respeito se o que acreditam continua valendo com base no que ouviram.

E alguns integrantes, bem poucos, espero, deixam-se levar pela emoção. Encaram toda a disputa ou controvérsia tal qual uma partida de final de campeonato. E com a mesma volúpia de quem é roubada aos 46 do segundo tempo.

Acontece em ambos os lados.

Retire-se para o canto do observador, aquele imparcial.

A decisão contra o seu lado é sempre a mais injusta. A decisão a favor do outro é sempre a mais protegida. Sem meio termo, sem se importar com o senso, bom senso ou até mesmo a lei e a ética.

Nesses tempos, onde tudo esta confuso, vou para o canto do observador sempre. É reconfortante. Sério. Tente um dia.

Eu vejo os lados e não ligo, assumo a imparcialidade e nela consigo definir, para mim mesma, o que cada fato, significa baseado nas coisas que eu acredito.

Tem funcionado muito bem, o lado racional, avalia, qualifica e deixa de fora as paixões.

Existem qualidades e defeitos em todos os lado. Eu prefiro escolher o MEU.

Sem brigas, sem acaloramento, sem ressentimento. Apenas uma opinião formada com base em vários fatores e fatos que foi acumulando durante a vida.

Torcer pra algum lado? Sempre, pro Corinthians, é Evidentemente!

Música de Hoje: Blame It On Me

Ah, va...

Blame It On Me
George Ezra
 

The garden was
Blessed by the gods
Of me and you
We headed west for to
Find ourselves some truth

What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?

We counted all our
Reasons, excuses
That we made
We found ourselves
Some treasure and
Threw it all away

What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?

When I dance alone
And the sun's
Bleeding down
Blame it on me
When I lose control
And the veil's overused
Blame it on me

What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?

Caught in the tide
Of blossom, caught in
The carnival
Your confidence forgotten
I see the gypsies run

What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?

When I dance alone
And the sun's
Bleeding down
Blame it on me
When I lose control
And the veil's overused
Blame it on me

What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?

When I dance alone
And the sun's
Bleeding down
Blame it on me
When I lose control
And the veil's overused
Blame it on me

When I dance alone
I know I'll go
Blame it on me
When I lose control
I know I'll go
Blame it on me

What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?

Música de Hoje: Best Of You

Eu amo Foo Fighters



Best Of You
Foo Fighters
 

I've got another confession to make
I'm your fool
Everyone's got their chains to break
Holding you
Were you born to resist
Or be abused?

Is someone getting the best,
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best,
The best, the best, the best of you?

Or are you gone and onto someone new?

I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn't have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can't choose
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best,
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best,
The best, the best, the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel?
Your trust?
You must confess
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel?
The life, the love you'd die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken hearts
Your trust
You must confess

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

I've got a another confession, my friend
I'm no fool
I'm getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new
Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel?
Your trust?
You must confess

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?