terça-feira, 24 de maio de 2011



Sorrow found me when I was young
Sorrow waited, sorrow won
Sorrow, they put me on the pill
It's in my honey, it's in my milk
Don't leave my hyper heart alone on the water

Cover me in rag and bone and sympathy
'Cause I don't want to get over you
I don't want to get over you

Sorrow's my body on the waves
Sorrow's the girl inside my cake
I live in a city sorrow built
It's in my honey it's in my milk

Don't leave my hyper heart alone on the water
Cover me in rag and bone and sympathy
'Cause I don't want to get over you
I don't want to get over you

Don't leave my hyper heart alone on the water
Cover me in rag and bone and sympathy
'Cause I don't want to get over you
I don't want to get over you

quinta-feira, 19 de maio de 2011

aap ki kamre main yaadon ki barat (ao P.F. ;-))



O melhor filme Indiano de sempre!
"Indiano, só? 3 horas de acção, romance, intriga e humor, misturados com melodrama, canção e dança? Um film-noir com cheirinho a surf-rock indiano?"

sexta-feira, 15 de abril de 2011

back to nam...



Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no senator's son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me;
I ain't no fortunate one, no,
Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me;
I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me;
I ain't no fortunate one, one.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate son, no no no,

domingo, 13 de fevereiro de 2011

Canto dei Sanfedisti



Alli tridece de giugno
sant'Antonio gluriuso
'E signure, 'sti birbante
'e facettero 'o mazzo tante
So' venute li Francise
aute tasse n'ci hanno mise
Liberté... Egalité...
tu arruobbe a me
io arruobbo a te.

Sona sona
sona Carmagnola
sona li cunsiglia
Viva 'o rre cu la Famiglia.

Townes Van Zandt - Snake Song