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sábado, fevereiro 28, 2009

on travel.







obs:as fotos são minhas e quem as usar sem me perguntar, há-de ter herpes pró resto da vida.

sexta-feira, fevereiro 27, 2009

Jump Around!!!






obs: Long Live Boston Celtics!

Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin
I came to win
Battle me that's a sin
I won't tear the sack up
Punk you'd better back up
Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on!
Come on, throw your hands up
If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling
Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk
Yo, I'll bust em in the eye
And then I'll take the punks home
Feel it, funk it
Amps it are junking
And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking
Donuts shop
Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill
Plus my mom and my pops

Chorus

I came to get down
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around
Jump up Jump up and get down.
Jump
I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the ho
Word to your moms I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned
Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned
Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none
So if you come to battle bring a shotgun
But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death
Try and step to me you'll take your last breath
I gots the skill, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill


I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator
Like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega
But I ain't going out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style and you know I might switch
It up up and around, then buck buck you down
Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya

JUMP JUMP JUMP..

Yo, this is dedicated
To Joe, da flava, Dakota
Grag yo bozac, punk

quinta-feira, fevereiro 26, 2009

quarta-feira, fevereiro 18, 2009

Estão abertas as hostes para o Carnaval.






Ora então aqui vamos deixar algumas musicas que se vão ouvir por esse mundo fora,e mais além, durantes os dias que se aproximam a passos esmagadores.
Vou deixar os grandes clássicos,uns mais conhecidos,outros menos conhecidos,alguns sons que se ouvem ao inicio do dia,ao final do dia, seja qual fôr a musica, espero conseguir passar o bichinho..
Carnavau!!!














obs: alguns videos tão repetidos mas não tava para grande pesquisa!

TÁ HÍ!!!

Vésperas de Carnaval,uma dedicatória.





Obs:isto sou eu numa ressaca de carnaval, e um final de noite de Carnaval.
Do meu Carnaval.


Ora então, aqui vou deixar um som para todos acabarmos a noite a dançar com os braços bem no ar,com um sentimento de frescura,um novo dia que se avizinha,(ou uma ressaca), e para nos deitarmos ás 9 da manhã com este som maravilhoso no ouvido!
Sim,isto é meio uma dedicatória,sem arrependimentos,nem pensamentos negativos,simplesmente..


"I don't wanna dance, dance with you baby no more!!".

I don't wanna dance
Dance with you baby no more
I'll never do something to hurt you, though
Oh but the feeling is bad
The feeling is bad

I love your personality
But I don't want our love on show
Sometimes I think it's insanity
Girl the way you go

With all of the guys on the corner
Oh baby, you're the latest trick
Oh, you seem to have their number
Look they're dancing still

I don't wanna dance
Dance with you baby no more
I'll never do something to hurt you, though
Oh but the feeling is bad
The feeling is bad

Baby now the party's over
For us, so I'll be on my way
Now that the things which moved me
Are standing still

I know it's only superstition
Baby, but I won't look back
Even though I feel your music
Baby that is that

I don't wanna dance
Dance with you baby no more
I'll never do something to hurt you, though
Oh but the feeling is bad
The feeling is bad

Don't wanna dance
Don't wanna dance
Don't wanna dance
Don't wanna dance
Don't wanna dance
Don't wanna dance
Don't wanna dance

I don't wanna dance
Dance with you baby no more
I'll never do something to hurt you, though
Oh but the feeling is bad
The feeling is bad!!

segunda-feira, fevereiro 16, 2009

domingo, fevereiro 15, 2009

Cold Heart David Fonseca







Don't you cry when we're through
I got a cold cold heart
I do

Growing old, faking new
Something borrowed
and then
Again
Something blue

My cold heart can't go wrong
And it gets me around
In bounds
Along
Can't define what is love
Should I then pray out to the one
Above

I don't have that stuff you need
But I can get down on my knees
I'll ease your pain, your appetite
For today it's ok. It' alright.
It's alright as long as I don't have to stay
My cold heart can't take it any other way

Out of luck, knock on wood
And I just left you because
I could
My cold heart, eho could tell?
That all this silence would burn
And turn
To hell

(Roy Orbison lookalike comes in underneath a bright spotlight)
"Long before I knew you
There was someone who cared
That warned my heart
And made it part
So high above the land"

I know what you're going through
I feel like I already know you
Why don't you come here near the light
It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. It's alright.
I don't have that stuff you need
But I can get down on my knees
I'll ease your pain, your appetite
For today it's ok. It's alright.
It's alright as long as I don't have to stay
My cold heart can't take it any other way
It's alright as long as ice can't turn to stone
I won't be alone

Don't you cry when we've been through
I've got this cold heart because
Because
I do.
obs: quando se fecha uma porta...abrem-se logo umas 3 ou 4. ahahahah

sábado, fevereiro 14, 2009

tentativa sem sair do carro.







Dia importante,novas viragens,novas energias,novas motivações,um pequeno passeio com sol e maquina.nao tão grande coisa,mas pronto..prometo esforçar-me mais.

sexta-feira, fevereiro 13, 2009

Sonho de uma Vida.

















Pois é meus amigos, ir á Grande Bombonera,apoiar o meu Boca..isso sim é um sonho digno!
cantar o dia todo,sempre em festa,os hinos,o ambiente,o peão,correr para as grades!
Se soubesse que morria amanhã,este era capaz de ser um dos meios maiores desejos.
viva Boca Juniors!!!
obs: se por acaso aparecer aí alguma galinha eu só lhe digo que me cago em cima delas.



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