O Sueco Vociferante

Please to meet you...

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long years
Stole many a man's soul and faith

And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
(woo woo, woo woo)

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
(woo woo, woo woo)

I shouted out,
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me
(who who, who who)

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
(woo woo, who who)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
(who who, who who)

But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
(who who, who who)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
(woo woo, who who)

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
(who who, who who)
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
(woo woo, woo woo)
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
(woo woo, woo woo)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
(woo woo, woo woo)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
(woo woo, woo woo)
(woo woo, woo woo)
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
woo woo, woo woo)

Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame
Oh, who
woo, woo
Woo, who
Woo, woo
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah
What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Woo woo
Woo woo

Sexta-feira e tal

E a inspiração continua em baixa e assim.
Dói-me a cabeça, fosca-se.

Boes Boes

Welke os kan ons iets leren?
Boes Boes
Boes Boes
En een fietsband repareren?
Boes Boes
Boes Boes
Rock 'n Roll en ook nog de Samba
danst hij met je mee
Wie laat zich niet koeioneren?
Boes Boes
Boes Boes
Boes Boes
Boes Boes

Bocas

Alguém se lembra do boi Bocas e da sua quinta absolutamente surreal?
Eu lembrei-me há bocadinho...
:oD

Rat Race

«suspiro»
E só ainda é segunda-feira...

Used to be

I used to be happy
I used to be such a loving man
I used to be…

That was before the end of y world
That was before the end of my world

She used to be happy
She used to be such a loving woman
She used to be…

That was before the end of her world
That was before the end of her world

We used to be happy
We used to be such a loving people
We used to be…

That was before the end of our world
That was before the end of our world

À falta de inspiração para algo menos pobrezinho, deixo aqui uma pequena lista das

"séries" na televisão que me conseguem (conseguiram)nos últimos tempos fazer não ver o que também está a dar nos outros canais:

Criminal Minds
Dexter
The Closer
Boston Legal
House
Shark
Las Vegas
CSI
CSI:Miami
West Wing
Family Guy
Taken
Nero Wolf
Carnivale
The Office

Fujem!!! Fujem pera os montes!!!

BRUTAL!!!

White man came across the see
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed
He took our game for his own need

We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for cree
Oh will we ever be set free?

Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom a stab in the back
Women and children and cowards attack

Run to the hills run for your lives
Run to the hills run for your lives

Soldier blue on the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good indians are tame
Selling them whisky and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old

Run to the hills run for your lives…

Teste

Este "post" é um teste

Repetição

I still have the No Pussy blues

200

Português – duzentos

English – two hundred

Français – deux cents

Castellano – doscientos

Català – dos-cents

Euskara - berrehun

Polski – dwieście

Magyar – kétszáz

Nederlands - twee honderd

Deutsch – zweihundert

Italiano – duecento

Svenska - tveyhundrað.

E por aí afora em muitas línguas do mundo que agora não estou com pachorra para compilar e o babelfish não traduz...

Estado em que me encontro

Estou além

Não consigo dominar
Este estado de ansiedade
A pressa de chegar
P’ra não chegar tarde

Não sei do que é que eu fujo
Será desta solidão
Mas porque é que eu recuso
Quem quer dar-me a mão

Vou continuar a procurar a quem eu me quero dar
Porque até aqui eu só
Quero quem
Quem eu nunca vi
Porque eu só quero quem
Quem não conheci
Porque eu só quero quem
Quem eu nunca vi
Porque eu só quero quem
Quem não conheci
Porque eu só quero quem
Quem eu nunca vi

Esta insatisfação
Não consigo compreender
Sempre esta sensação
Que estou a perder
Tenho pressa de sair
Quero sentir ao chegar
Vontade de partir
Pra outro lugar

Vou continuar a procurar o meu mundo o meu lugar
Porque até aqui eu só
Estou bem aonde não estou
Porque eu só quero ir
Aonde não vou
Porque eu só estou bem
Aonde não estou
Porque eu só quero ir
Aonde não vou
Porque eu só estou em
Aonde não estou

Diz que é assim uma espécie de haiku

Dormi mal e pouco.
Insónia brava e sonhos agitados...
Numa noite de Inverno

The Darjeeling Limited

Genial, Lindo, Fabuloso...