segunda-feira, 28 de janeiro de 2008
é um dilema
Makukula, Mantorras e Fredy Adu. Três pretinhos para Camacho colocar na equipa a dez minutos do fim...
sexta-feira, 25 de janeiro de 2008
come to me...x 2
Come with me my love to the sea
The sea of love
I want to tell you
How much I love you
I'm drowning in a sea of love
Do you remember the night we met?
That's the night I knew you were my pet
I want to tell you
How much I love you
I'm drowning in a sea of love
Come with me to the sea
Do you remember the night we met?
That's the night I just knew you were my pet
I want to tell you
How much I love you
I'm down in a sea of love
Come with me to the sea
Do you remember the night we met?
That's the night I just knew you were my pet
I want to tell you
How much I love you
I'm down in a sea of love
Come with me to the sea
Do you remember the night we met?
That's the night I just knew you were my pet
I want to tell you
How much I love you
I'm down here in a sea of love
Come with me to the sea
Come with me my love to the sea
The sea of love
I want to tell you
How much I love you
I'm down here in a sea of love
Come with me to the sea
(letra de Philipe Baptiste/George Khoury)
terça-feira, 22 de janeiro de 2008
sexta-feira, 18 de janeiro de 2008
quinta-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2008
it's over
You must have brought the bad weather with you
The sky's the colour of lead
All you've left me is a feather
On an unmade bed
It's always me whenever there's trouble
The world does nothing but turn
And the ring it fell off my finger
I guess I'll never learn
But it's over, it's over, it's over
I'm getting dressed in the dark
Our story ends before it begins
I always confess to everyone's sins
The nail gets hammered down
And it's over, let it go
So don't go and make a big deal out of nothing
Well it's just a storm on a dime
And I've always found there's nothing
That money can't buy
I've already gone to the place I'm going
There's no place left to fall
And there's something to be said
For saying nothing at all
And it's over, it's over, it's over
It's done forgotten and through
No one cares what it's all for
You'll be buried in the clothes
That you've never wore
So keep your suitcase by the door
It's over, let it go
No one cares what it's all for
You'll be buried in the clothes
That you never wore
So keep your suitcase by the door
It's over, let it go
You gotta let it go
Let it go, let it go
in "orphans" by Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan-Waits
terça-feira, 15 de janeiro de 2008
Jornais de todo o mundo
Aqui pode consultar os principais jornais de todo o mundo com presença na Internet
Scarlett Johansson Sings Tom Waits
Scarlett, I am told, has signed a deal to make her first record. “Scarlett Sings Tom Waits” is being recorded now and through the winter, with a possible release next spring from Rhino Records’ noticia a FOXNews.
via Jack Matador´s Celebrity Bull
via Jack Matador´s Celebrity Bull
segunda-feira, 14 de janeiro de 2008
quinta-feira, 10 de janeiro de 2008
dos jornais e outras couves
Uma lula e um espargo na rua. O espargo pisa a lula, e esta diz:
- 'Tás Espargo ou quê??
Diz o espargo:
- Calula!
O jornalismo feito em Portugal anda pelas ruas da amargura. No dia em que o governo anuncia a decisão do local de construção do novo Aeroporto Internacional de Lisboa os jornais de referência (porque não há outros infelizmente) brindam-nos com grandes parangonas de primeira página a anunciar a transferência para o canal de televisão generalista SIC do grupo humorista de serviço à corte e aos impérios publicitários - os "gato fedorento". Ou seja, a classe jornalística portuguesa, a começar pelos seus principescamente bem pagos directores, padece de um autêntico síndrome de jornalismo cor-de-rosa que tem como guru máximo a tertúlia do programa "Fátima" a exibir diariamente nas manhãs da SIC. O resto é pura paisagem de tons meramente "oriflámicos" e suavidades "laferianas".
- 'Tás Espargo ou quê??
Diz o espargo:
- Calula!
O jornalismo feito em Portugal anda pelas ruas da amargura. No dia em que o governo anuncia a decisão do local de construção do novo Aeroporto Internacional de Lisboa os jornais de referência (porque não há outros infelizmente) brindam-nos com grandes parangonas de primeira página a anunciar a transferência para o canal de televisão generalista SIC do grupo humorista de serviço à corte e aos impérios publicitários - os "gato fedorento". Ou seja, a classe jornalística portuguesa, a começar pelos seus principescamente bem pagos directores, padece de um autêntico síndrome de jornalismo cor-de-rosa que tem como guru máximo a tertúlia do programa "Fátima" a exibir diariamente nas manhãs da SIC. O resto é pura paisagem de tons meramente "oriflámicos" e suavidades "laferianas".
domingo, 6 de janeiro de 2008
yesterday is here ( bom ano...)
If you want money in your pocket
and a top hat on your head
a hot meal on your table
and a blanket on your bed
well today is grey skies
tomorrow is tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here
Well I'm going to New York City
and I'm leaving on a train
and if you want to stay behind and
wait til I come back again
well today is grey skies
tomorrow is tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here
If you want to go
where the rainbows end
you'll have to say goodbye
all our dreams come true
baby up ahead
and it's out where your memories lie
well the road's out before me
and the moon is shining bright
what I want you to remember
as I disappear tonight
today is grey skies
tomorrow's tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here
Mr. Tom
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