domingo, 26 de julho de 2009

crying lightning dos Artic Monkeys

A nova dos Arctic Monkeys negra como o video.



Sat in the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix

Said your mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been caught cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
Is all you have left and it was going to waste

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on it's way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile did not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne

With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

And your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons

Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
You are crying lightning

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying

sexta-feira, 24 de julho de 2009

Eurasia-sia-sia-sia

ok. Aqui está a nova dos muse. Há quem diga "ah e tal é Queen" ok ok ok...tem partes mas o senhor está a vender fruta podre e perde toda a razão. é a (r)evolução. agora piroso...buaa isso não é certamente.

Patrões Amigos do Ambiente

Hoje em dia ter um patrão é um luxo. Agora ter um patrão amigo do ambiente é uma cena completamente fora de serie. E como conseguir ter um patrão que seja amigo do Ambiente? É fácil!! Basta ter um patrão que pague mal...assim não terás guito para gasolina e terás de andar a pé. Simples e eficaz. O Ambiente agradece.

domingo, 19 de julho de 2009

segunda-feira, 6 de julho de 2009

limpópó


Esta cena não só limpa todo o pó que se está a limpar como tambem limpa o pó que ainda não existe. incrivel. Um avanço na ciencia melhor que o espremedor de citrinos em forma de foguetão.

quarta-feira, 1 de julho de 2009

A amiga Regina

esta senhora da música não se dá por satisfeita e continua a surpreender. depois do álbum "begin to hope", edita mais uma preciosidade "far".



laughing with

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor




No one laughs at God when the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one's laughing at God when it's gotten real late and their kid's not back from that party yet

No one laughs at God when their airplane starts to uncontrollably shake
No one's laughing at God when they see the one they love hand in hand with someone else and they hope that they're mistaken
No one laughs at God when the cops knock on their door and they say "We've got some bad new, sir,"
No one's laughing at God when there's a famine, fire or flood

But God can be funny
At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or
Or when the crazies say he hates us and they get so red in the head you think that they're about to choke

God can be funny
When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie
Who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus

God can be so hilarious
Ha ha
Ha ha

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God when they've lost all they got and they don't know what for

No one laughs at God on the day they realize that the last sight they'll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes
No one's laughing at God when they're saying their goodbyes

But God can be funny
At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or
Or when the crazies say he hates us and they get so red in the head you think that they're about to choke

God can be funny
When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie
Who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus

God can be so hilarious

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war

No one's laughing at God in a hospital
No one's laughing at God in a war

No one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor

No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
We're all laughing with God

Rosebuds-life like