segunda-feira, 29 de dezembro de 2008
sexta-feira, 26 de dezembro de 2008
terça-feira, 23 de dezembro de 2008
sábado, 20 de dezembro de 2008
When you love so long...
We walked arm in arm
But I didn't feel his touch
A desire I'd first tried to hide,
That tingling inside was gone
And when he asked me:
'do you still love me?'
I had to look away
I didn't want to tell him
That my heart grows colder with each day
When you love so long
That the thrill is gone
And your kisses at night
Are replaced with tears
And when your dreams are on
A train to train wreck town
Then I ask you now, what's a girl to do?
He said he'd take me away
That we'd work things out
And I didn't want to tell him
But it was then I had to say
Over the times we've shared
It's all blackened out
And my bat lightning heart
Wants to fly away
When you love so long
That the thrill is gone
And your kisses at night
Are replaced with tears
And when your dreams are on
A train to train wreck town
Then I ask you now, what's a girl to do?
sexta-feira, 19 de dezembro de 2008
terça-feira, 16 de dezembro de 2008
segunda-feira, 15 de dezembro de 2008
Sideways
You know it ain't easy
For these thoughts here to leave me
There's no words to describe it
In French or in English
Well, diamonds they fade
And flowers they bloom
And I'm telling you
These feelings won't go away
They've been knockin' me sideways
They've been knockin' me out lately
Whenever you come around me
These feelings won't go away
They've been knockin' me sideways
I keep thinking in a moment that
Time will take them away
But these feelings won't go away
domingo, 14 de dezembro de 2008
Socorro, socorroooo
"
Adeus, adeus, adeus adeus
adeus sala, adeus casa de banho
adeus, adeus, adeus adeus
nesta casa não sou mais que um estranho.
"
quinta-feira, 11 de dezembro de 2008
quarta-feira, 10 de dezembro de 2008
terça-feira, 9 de dezembro de 2008
sábado, 6 de dezembro de 2008
THE KING AND THE CALLIGRAPHER
" (AN ANCIENT TALE)
A story is told of a King who summoned the nation’s best living Calligrapher and demanded of him that he make a drawing to symbolize the Kingdom. The Calligrapher reassured his lord as to his loyalty and left to undertake his task.
Days passed; then weeks. The King sent a messenger to the Calligrapher’s remotely located studio to find out what was happening. The messenger returned with the report that the drawing was not ready. Months came and departed. Every envoy to the Calligrapher was curtly dismissed with the same information; that the drawing was not yet complete.
After years had passed, the King could contain his impatience no longer and stormed off to the Calligrapher’s studio himself. The Calligrapher is sitting there, quietly and evidently quite at ease. The King is furious, ‘Where is my drawing?’ he shouts. At this the Calligrapher bows silently, pulls a large sheet of paper towards him, sets a variety of jars before him, picks up a brush and, within two minutes, has executed the most wonderfully sinuous design to represent the Kingdom.
The King can scarcely control his rage, ‘If it is so easy, why have I had to wait so long?’. Still maintaining his silence the Calligrapher goes to the back of his studio where there is a large alcove with doors reaching from the floor to the ceiling. He opens the doors and out onto the floor pour thousands of study drawings.
"
See the rest here
A story is told of a King who summoned the nation’s best living Calligrapher and demanded of him that he make a drawing to symbolize the Kingdom. The Calligrapher reassured his lord as to his loyalty and left to undertake his task.
Days passed; then weeks. The King sent a messenger to the Calligrapher’s remotely located studio to find out what was happening. The messenger returned with the report that the drawing was not ready. Months came and departed. Every envoy to the Calligrapher was curtly dismissed with the same information; that the drawing was not yet complete.
After years had passed, the King could contain his impatience no longer and stormed off to the Calligrapher’s studio himself. The Calligrapher is sitting there, quietly and evidently quite at ease. The King is furious, ‘Where is my drawing?’ he shouts. At this the Calligrapher bows silently, pulls a large sheet of paper towards him, sets a variety of jars before him, picks up a brush and, within two minutes, has executed the most wonderfully sinuous design to represent the Kingdom.
The King can scarcely control his rage, ‘If it is so easy, why have I had to wait so long?’. Still maintaining his silence the Calligrapher goes to the back of his studio where there is a large alcove with doors reaching from the floor to the ceiling. He opens the doors and out onto the floor pour thousands of study drawings.
"
See the rest here
sexta-feira, 5 de dezembro de 2008
quinta-feira, 4 de dezembro de 2008
The Thrill Is Gone
The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away
The thrill is gone baby
The thrill is gone away
You know you done me wrong baby
And you'll be sorry someday
The thrill is gone
It's gone away from me
The thrill is gone baby
The thrill is gone away from me
Although I'll still live on
But so lonely I'll be
The thrill is gone
It's gone away for good
Oh, the thrill is gone baby
Baby its gone away for good
Someday I know I'll be over it all baby
Just like I know a man should
You know I'm free, free now baby
I'm free from your spell
I'm free, free now
I'm free from your spell
And now that it's over
All I can do is wish you well
OUCH
terça-feira, 2 de dezembro de 2008
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