<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424</id><updated>2012-01-21T13:29:35.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A banda sonora da minha vida</title><subtitle type='html'>Cada dia uma música diferente, até porque não há dois dias iguais!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>356</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-2827817018386736482</id><published>2010-09-27T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T14:18:22.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E após 2 anos este blog ressuscita!!!! BACK IN BLACK - AC/DC</title><content type='html'>Já andava com saudades de um bom rock n roll, verdadeiro, purinho, sem mariquices, de gajos a sério, sem os olho pintados e sem paneleirices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVIVvOqBHps?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVIVvOqBHps?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Black - AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Back in black &lt;br /&gt;I hit the sack &lt;br /&gt;I've been too long I'm glad to be back &lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm, let loose &lt;br /&gt;From the noose &lt;br /&gt;That's kept me hanging about &lt;br /&gt;I keep looking at the sky &lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's gettin' me high &lt;br /&gt;Forget the herse 'cause I'll never die &lt;br /&gt;I got nine lives &lt;br /&gt;Cat's eyes &lt;br /&gt;Usin' every one of them and running wild &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm back &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm back &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm back &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back, back &lt;br /&gt;(Well) I'm back in black &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm back in black &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the back &lt;br /&gt;Of a Cadillac &lt;br /&gt;Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm in a bang &lt;br /&gt;With a gang &lt;br /&gt;They've got to catch me if they want me to hang &lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm back on the track &lt;br /&gt;And I'm leadin' the pack &lt;br /&gt;Nobody's gonna get me on another rap &lt;br /&gt;So look at me now &lt;br /&gt;I'm just makin' my play &lt;br /&gt;Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm back &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm back &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm back &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back, back &lt;br /&gt;(Well) I'm back in black &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm back in black &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back, Yes I'm back &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back, Yes I'm back &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back, back &lt;br /&gt;Well I'm back in black &lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm back in black &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooo yeah &lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeah &lt;br /&gt;Yes I am &lt;br /&gt;Oooh yeah, yeah Oh yeah &lt;br /&gt;Back in now &lt;br /&gt;Well I'm back, I'm back &lt;br /&gt;Back, I'm back &lt;br /&gt;Back, I'm back &lt;br /&gt;Back, I'm back &lt;br /&gt;Back, I'm back &lt;br /&gt;Back &lt;br /&gt;Back in black &lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm back in black &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outta sight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-2827817018386736482?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2827817018386736482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=2827817018386736482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/2827817018386736482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/2827817018386736482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-apos-2-anos-este-blog-ressuscita-back.html' title='E após 2 anos este blog ressuscita!!!! BACK IN BLACK - AC/DC'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-5403664772586509036</id><published>2008-07-24T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:09:24.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me</title><content type='html'>Musiquinha boa para se ouvir na primavera, no verão, no outono ou no inverno, nunca só, numa cama , num sofá, no chão, no campo, sempre perto de alguém com quem se possa praticar o acto. Recomendavel, receitavel, e aceitavel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5CWKxKMcLA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5CWKxKMcLA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss me - Sixpence None The Richer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss me out of the bearded barley&lt;br /&gt;Nightly, beside the green, green grass&lt;br /&gt;Swing, swing, swing the spinning step&lt;br /&gt;You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight&lt;br /&gt;Lead me out on the moonlit floor&lt;br /&gt;Lift your open hand&lt;br /&gt;Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance&lt;br /&gt;Silver moon's sparkling&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me down by the broken tree house&lt;br /&gt;Swing me upon its hanging tire&lt;br /&gt;Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat&lt;br /&gt;We'll take the trail marked on your father's map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-5403664772586509036?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5403664772586509036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=5403664772586509036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5403664772586509036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5403664772586509036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/kiss-me.html' title='Kiss me'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-7893195905570034649</id><published>2008-07-23T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:29:44.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motorcycle emptiness</title><content type='html'>Uma musiquinha a fazer lembrar, ainda a dar, e muito boa a tocar. Que linda... Pra Joana, que tanto sofre com os computadores. Inveja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6TDPfkswlI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6TDPfkswlI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motorcycle emptiness - Manic street preachers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Culture sucks down words&lt;br /&gt;Itemise loathing and feed yourself smiles&lt;br /&gt;Organise your safe tribal war&lt;br /&gt;Hurt maim kill and enslave the ghetto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day living out a lie&lt;br /&gt;Life sold cheaply forever, ever, ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life lies a slow suicide&lt;br /&gt;Orthodox dreams and symbolic myths&lt;br /&gt;From feudal serf to spender&lt;br /&gt;This wonderful world of purchase power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like lungs sucking on air&lt;br /&gt;Survivals natural as sorrow, sorrow, sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we want from you are the kicks youve given us&lt;br /&gt;All we want from you are the kicks youve given us&lt;br /&gt;All we want from you are the kicks youve given us&lt;br /&gt;All we want from you are the kicks youve given us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive away and its the same&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere death row, everyones a victim&lt;br /&gt;Your joys are counterfeit&lt;br /&gt;This happiness corrupt political shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life like a comatose&lt;br /&gt;Ego loaded and swallow, swallow, swallow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness everlasting nothingness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-7893195905570034649?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7893195905570034649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=7893195905570034649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7893195905570034649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7893195905570034649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/motorcycle-emptiness.html' title='Motorcycle emptiness'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-1069564320998923270</id><published>2008-07-22T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:08:05.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Echo Beach</title><content type='html'>E assim vamos ao bairro alto, ouvir o que eh a musica marada... e voltamos. A musica fica sempre, apesar das modas passarem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CyzsBqk8u1w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CyzsBqk8u1w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Echo Beach - Martha &amp; the Muffins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's out of fashion&lt;br /&gt;And a trifle uncool&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;I'm a romantic fool&lt;br /&gt;It's a habit of mine&lt;br /&gt;To watch the sun go down&lt;br /&gt;On Echo beach, I watch the sun go down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From nine till five I have to spend my time at work&lt;br /&gt;The job is very boring, I'm an office clerk&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that helps pass the time away&lt;br /&gt;Is knowing I'll be back at Echo Beach some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a silent summer evening&lt;br /&gt;The sky's alive with light&lt;br /&gt;Building in the distance&lt;br /&gt;Surrealistic sight&lt;br /&gt;On Echo Beach&lt;br /&gt;Waves make the only sound&lt;br /&gt;On Echo Beach&lt;br /&gt;There's not a soul around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From nine till five I have to spend my time at work&lt;br /&gt;The job is very boring, I'm an office clerk&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that helps pass the time away&lt;br /&gt;Is knowing I'll be back at Echo Beach some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echo Beach&lt;br /&gt;Far away in time&lt;br /&gt;Echo Beach&lt;br /&gt;Far away in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT AND FADE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-1069564320998923270?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1069564320998923270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=1069564320998923270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1069564320998923270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1069564320998923270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/echo-beach.html' title='Echo Beach'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-1642620938037060318</id><published>2008-07-21T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:01:41.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush</title><content type='html'>Groovyniling!!! Que som completo... e estavamos no ano de 1968... e eu ainda nem estava, e ja se fazia assim e bem. Assim eh que se comeca uma semana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kCIa7lxq2cE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kCIa7lxq2cE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hush - Deep Purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got a certan little girl she's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it she looks so fine&lt;br /&gt;She's the best girl that I ever had&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she's gonna make me feel so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard her calling my name now&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;She broke my heart but I love her just the same now&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;Thought I heard her calling my name now&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;I need her loving and I'm not to blame now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Love, love)&lt;br /&gt;They got it early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;(Love, love)&lt;br /&gt;They got it late in the evening&lt;br /&gt;(Love, love)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want that, need it&lt;br /&gt;(Love, love)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I gotta gotta have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got loving like quicksand&lt;br /&gt;Only took one touch of her hand&lt;br /&gt;To blow my mind and I'm in so deep&lt;br /&gt;That I can't eat and I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;Thought I heard her calling my name now&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;She broke my heart but I love her just the same now&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;Thought I heard her calling my name now&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;I need her loving and I'm not to blame now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Love, love)&lt;br /&gt;They got it early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;(Love, love)&lt;br /&gt;They got it late in the evening&lt;br /&gt;(Love, love)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want that, need it&lt;br /&gt;(Love, love)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I gotta gotta have it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-1642620938037060318?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1642620938037060318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=1642620938037060318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1642620938037060318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1642620938037060318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/hush.html' title='Hush'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-7532995241755074962</id><published>2008-07-20T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:41:06.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Zen</title><content type='html'>The energy is back! Sempre gostei muito desta musica , sempre me deu energia, sera mesmo o meu estado zen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qE7SgQHlGCE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qE7SgQHlGCE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything zen - Bush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There must be something we can eat &lt;br /&gt;Maybe find another lover &lt;br /&gt;Should I fly to Los Angeles &lt;br /&gt;Find my asshole brother &lt;br /&gt;Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow &lt;br /&gt;Dave's on sale again &lt;br /&gt;We kissy kiss in the rear view &lt;br /&gt;We're so bored &lt;br /&gt;You're to blame &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to see it once my way &lt;br /&gt;Everything zen &lt;br /&gt;Everything zen &lt;br /&gt;I don't think so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindogs howl for the century &lt;br /&gt;A million dollars a stake &lt;br /&gt;As you search for your demi-god &lt;br /&gt;And you fake with a saint &lt;br /&gt;There's no sex in your violence &lt;br /&gt;There's no sex in your violence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to see it once my way &lt;br /&gt;Everything zen &lt;br /&gt;Everything zen &lt;br /&gt;I don't think so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that Elvis is dead &lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that Elvis is dead &lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that Elvis is, Elvis is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no sex in your violence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-7532995241755074962?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7532995241755074962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=7532995241755074962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7532995241755074962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7532995241755074962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/everything-zen.html' title='Everything Zen'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-8091839022785023627</id><published>2008-07-19T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T05:00:37.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey boy Hey Girl</title><content type='html'>Sempre a acelarar... melhor que estes a fazer musica assim ha poucos... isto ao vivo deve ser uma maluquice... jazuz... viva la vida loca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VRUsdQ-rNVk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VRUsdQ-rNVk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey Boy Hey Girl - The Chemical Brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-8091839022785023627?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8091839022785023627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=8091839022785023627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8091839022785023627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8091839022785023627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-boy-hey-girl.html' title='Hey boy Hey Girl'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-5853664427193301178</id><published>2008-07-18T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T04:54:28.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High energy protons</title><content type='html'>Verdadeiramente BRUTAL... feel the energy, feel the vibe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/531KYHUcIsE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/531KYHUcIsE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High energy protons - Juno Reactor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-5853664427193301178?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5853664427193301178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=5853664427193301178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5853664427193301178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5853664427193301178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/high-energy-protons.html' title='High energy protons'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-3571013488656411748</id><published>2008-07-17T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T04:46:42.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Jam</title><content type='html'>Era verão, e tudo era festa... aos tempos... esta era a musica que animava tudo o que era bar, disco, bailarico e ate tasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZL8kj3miggI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZL8kj3miggI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer Jam - The Underdog project&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This ain't nothing but a summer jam&lt;br /&gt;Bronze skin and cinnamon tans whoa!&lt;br /&gt;This ain't nothing but a summer jam&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna party as much as we can&lt;br /&gt;Hey-yeah, ooh, hey-yeah&lt;br /&gt;Summer jam alright&lt;br /&gt;Hey-yeah, ooh, hey-yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight hotties wearing "Prada"-skirts&lt;br /&gt;Real tight temperature is rising&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' real hot in the heat of the night&lt;br /&gt;Midnight the party won't stop&lt;br /&gt;until the morning light&lt;br /&gt;I'm skopin' out the hotties with the light eyes&lt;br /&gt;Be with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't get you outta my mind&lt;br /&gt;I can't lie&lt;br /&gt;Cause a girl like you is so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the day to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't nothing but a summer jam&lt;br /&gt;Bronze skin and cinnamon tans whoa!&lt;br /&gt;This ain't nothing but a summer jam&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna party as much as we can&lt;br /&gt;Hey-yeah, ooh, hey-yeah&lt;br /&gt;Summer jam alright&lt;br /&gt;Hey-yeah, ooh, hey-yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight cruisin' down the boulevard&lt;br /&gt;Strobe lights watching you your body's tight&lt;br /&gt;Alright looking kinda freaky to me&lt;br /&gt;Can't get you out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I can't lie&lt;br /&gt;Cause a girl like you is so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the day to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't nothing but a summer jam&lt;br /&gt;Brown skin and cinnamon tans&lt;br /&gt;This ain't nothing but a summer jam&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna party as much as we can&lt;br /&gt;Hey-yeah ooh hey-yeah&lt;br /&gt;Summer jam alright&lt;br /&gt;Hey-yeah ooh hey yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't nothing but a summer jam&lt;br /&gt;Brown skin and cinnamon tans&lt;br /&gt;This ain't nothing but a summer jam&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna party as much as we can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't nothing but a summer jam&lt;br /&gt;Brown skin and cinnamon tans&lt;br /&gt;This ain't nothing but a summer jam&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna party as much as we can&lt;br /&gt;Hey-yeah ooh hey-yeah&lt;br /&gt;Summer jam alright&lt;br /&gt;Hey-yeah ooh hey yeah&lt;br /&gt;Summer jam alright &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-3571013488656411748?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3571013488656411748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=3571013488656411748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3571013488656411748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3571013488656411748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-jam.html' title='Summer Jam'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-459747895486789349</id><published>2008-07-16T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T04:38:16.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Rap</title><content type='html'>Do melhor ao pior, porque há coisas que por vezes nem no tempo delas deviam ter aparecido. enfim.&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser do calor do verão, da-me para estas parvoices... isto muda, com toda a certeza, isto muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4LtYaCm5njY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4LtYaCm5njY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holiday Rap - MC Miker G &amp; DJ Sven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Celebrate simple ways&lt;br /&gt;With your ...&lt;br /&gt;We take the holidays with all our friends&lt;br /&gt;It's a time to relate&lt;br /&gt;Leave your worries behind&lt;br /&gt;It took me several weeks when cross my mind&lt;br /&gt;It was prime of the time we never forget&lt;br /&gt;One morning our parents kicked us out of bed&lt;br /&gt;We told them that the stupid don't play the fool&lt;br /&gt;But the answer was shouted you gotta go to school&lt;br /&gt;Geez running up and down and every body know&lt;br /&gt;That ...&lt;br /&gt;While the G rocks the house and you know what I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;Now when he's on the mic there'll be no delaying&lt;br /&gt;So you better run to see him in your neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;He check it out&lt;br /&gt;He's out of words we say&lt;br /&gt;Scream it out we need a holiday&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna ring a rang a dong for the holidays&lt;br /&gt;Put your arms in the air&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you say&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna ring a rang a dong for the holidays&lt;br /&gt;Put your arms in the air&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you say&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Dee are here let me hear you say&lt;br /&gt;Hey check out the new style we just played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;We are going on a summer holiday&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go you'll swim&lt;br /&gt;We're going to London and New York City&lt;br /&gt;And we'll take a little piece of Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;Right&lt;br /&gt;We are going on a summer holiday&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go you'll swim&lt;br /&gt;We're going to London and New York City&lt;br /&gt;And we'll take a little piece of Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a holiday&lt;br /&gt;I'll scream it loud&lt;br /&gt;School is the only thing I got&lt;br /&gt;... I better go&lt;br /&gt;Because hanging on the street&lt;br /&gt;And street get show&lt;br /&gt;And the bot rocks&lt;br /&gt;What happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;I told him it's my life I know what I'm doin'&lt;br /&gt;I started school I thought I'd never stay&lt;br /&gt;Give me several weeks again I need a holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is my partner with the number one jam&lt;br /&gt;Famous in the boogie in Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;He's the fastest rapper yo his name is Miker G&lt;br /&gt;His rap is longer than a sucker MC&lt;br /&gt;Well let me show you what my man can do&lt;br /&gt;Rapping talking and the Boogaloo too&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, no more delays&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the beat box he will play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Dee Jay Sven and also DJ&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like the school so I took the other way&lt;br /&gt;I like the mic&lt;br /&gt;So I use my voice and soon I got me a big Rolls Royce&lt;br /&gt;That's why my name is Miker G&lt;br /&gt;Use the honey days with the F-I-C&lt;br /&gt;On the street with the party ...&lt;br /&gt;I groove in thie world starting in the neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;We are going on a summer holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna ring a rang a dong for the holidays&lt;br /&gt;Put your arms in the air&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you say&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna ring a rang a dong for the holidays&lt;br /&gt;Put your arms in the air&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you say&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Dee are here let me hear you say&lt;br /&gt;Hey check out the new style we just played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write is the thing most rappers do&lt;br /&gt;Yo I can write my shit too&lt;br /&gt;I can understand things most rappers say&lt;br /&gt;Because rapping is my thing and I do it every day&lt;br /&gt;I'm the number one rapper yo my name is Sven&lt;br /&gt;I could rap more raps than Superman can&lt;br /&gt;So I'm the guy on your radio&lt;br /&gt;Also rapping to the rhythm on your stereo&lt;br /&gt;And you don't stop the party rocks&lt;br /&gt;And you don't stop the party rocks&lt;br /&gt;Spell my name right I'm Miker G&lt;br /&gt;M I K E R and D and C&lt;br /&gt;Yo M is Microphone and G is Genius&lt;br /&gt;Miker G in the house get serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know that&lt;br /&gt;And you show that&lt;br /&gt;It starts when so let's go back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-459747895486789349?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/459747895486789349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=459747895486789349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/459747895486789349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/459747895486789349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/holiday-rap.html' title='Holiday Rap'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-403643924637722180</id><published>2008-07-15T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:45:23.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus just left chicago</title><content type='html'>E assim vieram eles para o mundo, rapazinhos do campo que tocavam como demonios, exorcizando as suas guitarras. Deixaram crescer as barbas e ficaram para sempre fieis ao culto. Estes sim devem ser conservadores, nunca mudaram, fizeram sempre boa, mas muito boa musica, desde o primeiro dia. Mais uma homenagem a estes senhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2MrK9-6LEpE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2MrK9-6LEpE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus just left Chicago - ZZ Top&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus just left chicago and hes bound for new orleans.&lt;br /&gt;Well now, jesus just left chicago and hes bound for new orleans.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Workin from one end to the other and all points in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a jump through mississippi, well, muddy water turned to wine.&lt;br /&gt;Took a jump through mississippi, muddy water turned to wine.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then out to california through the forests and the pines.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, take me with you, jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not see him in person but hell se you just the same.&lt;br /&gt;You might not see him in person but hell se you just the same.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to worry cause takin care of business is his name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-403643924637722180?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/403643924637722180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=403643924637722180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/403643924637722180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/403643924637722180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/jesus-just-left-chicago.html' title='Jesus just left chicago'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-8258814672393649907</id><published>2008-07-14T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:27:43.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cradle of Love</title><content type='html'>Ora nada como comecar a semana com um rock n roll como se gosta e quer. O rapaz rebelde que tem o rock no sangue! weeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhh! Pro amigo dos aquarios, Silver Boy! Roll it boy and rock it away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QttKVehKL8I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QttKVehKL8I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cradle of Love - Billy Idol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well rock the cradle of love&lt;br /&gt;Rock the cradle of love&lt;br /&gt;Yes the cradle of love dont rock easily its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well rock the cradle of love&lt;br /&gt;I rocked the cradle of love&lt;br /&gt;Yes the cradle of love dont rock easily its true&lt;br /&gt;Well now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It burned like a ball of fire&lt;br /&gt;When the rebel took a little child bride&lt;br /&gt;To tease yeah so go easy yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause love cutts a million ways&lt;br /&gt;Shakes the devil when he missbehaves&lt;br /&gt;I aint nobodys fool&lt;br /&gt;Come on shake it up&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock the cradle of love&lt;br /&gt;Rock the cradle of love&lt;br /&gt;Yes the cradle of love dont rock easily its true&lt;br /&gt;Sent from heaven above thats right&lt;br /&gt;To rob the cradle of love&lt;br /&gt;Yes the pages of dont talk decently its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah flesh for your romeo&lt;br /&gt;Ah yeah baby&lt;br /&gt;I hear you moan&lt;br /&gt;Its easy yknow how to please me yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love starts my rollin train&lt;br /&gt;You cant stop it&lt;br /&gt;It aint in vain&lt;br /&gt;I aint nobodys fool&lt;br /&gt;Come on shake it up&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the wages of love&lt;br /&gt;Rock the cradle of love&lt;br /&gt;These are the wages of love&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Rock the cradle&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it burned like a ball of fire&lt;br /&gt;When the rebel took a little child bride&lt;br /&gt;To tease yeah I know how to pleas you yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my love starts a rollin train&lt;br /&gt;You cant stop it&lt;br /&gt;It aint in vain&lt;br /&gt;I aint nobodys fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on shake it up&lt;br /&gt;Wathever I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock the cradle of love&lt;br /&gt;Rock the cradle of love&lt;br /&gt;Sent from heaven above&lt;br /&gt;Thats right&lt;br /&gt;To rock the cradle of love&lt;br /&gt;Rock the cradle of love&lt;br /&gt;Yeah cradle of love&lt;br /&gt;Thats me mama&lt;br /&gt;I robbed the devil of love&lt;br /&gt;All right&lt;br /&gt;Cradle of love&lt;br /&gt;If you teaze me tonight&lt;br /&gt;If you sleaze me all right&lt;br /&gt;If you appeaze me tonight&lt;br /&gt;And let me ease you&lt;br /&gt;Cradle of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-8258814672393649907?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8258814672393649907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=8258814672393649907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8258814672393649907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8258814672393649907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/cradle-of-love.html' title='Cradle of Love'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-5889726366490958453</id><published>2008-07-13T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:21:47.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors</title><content type='html'>No seguimento do surf e da vontade de andar perto da praia, lembro-me dos primeiros filmes de surf que vi, e de como ficava fascinado com aquilo tudo. Esta banda fazia parte das bandas sonoras dos ditos filmes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VP2pFsbiqwM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VP2pFsbiqwM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colors - TSOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-5889726366490958453?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5889726366490958453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=5889726366490958453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5889726366490958453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5889726366490958453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/colors.html' title='Colors'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-6046116870113628223</id><published>2008-07-12T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:10:06.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>Ainda me lembra dos tempos de surf, teenager, e era isto que ouvia. Como as opcoes na vida era faceis. Ia para a praia ou ia para a praia. Bons tempos, muito bons tempos. Ainda volto ao surf... ja faltou mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/00yU4CFA3ls&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/00yU4CFA3ls&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday Morning - The Bolshoi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember when I was young&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sick on Sunday Morning&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in a line with a dirty mind&lt;br /&gt;Clean it up on Sunday Morning&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a week we turn the cheek (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how we kneeled down&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we were so quiet&lt;br /&gt;never any light there&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, it's not right there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up early, do your hair&lt;br /&gt;Sunday best on Sunday Morning&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea and toast in the social hall&lt;br /&gt;We had it all on Sunday Morning&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week coming fair, so wash your hair (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong to feel, strong to care&lt;br /&gt;You must not steal, you must not swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do it anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see it anymore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-6046116870113628223?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6046116870113628223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=6046116870113628223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/6046116870113628223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/6046116870113628223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-4671168003496668068</id><published>2008-07-11T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:04:13.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy</title><content type='html'>Depois da musica de ontem, nao me saia da cabeca a voz de uma destas meninas. Parece quase uma fada, nao sei, mas soa-me tao engracado. O senhor do melhor que ha, ainda no rock n roll e vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M4v4DXLqm48&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M4v4DXLqm48&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candy - Iggy Pop e Kate Pierson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its a rainy afternoon&lt;br /&gt;In 1990&lt;br /&gt;The big city geez its been 20 years-&lt;br /&gt;Candy-you were so fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Girl from the north&lt;br /&gt;You burned my heart&lt;br /&gt;With a flickering torch&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that no one else could see&lt;br /&gt;You gave me love for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy, candy , candy I cant let you go&lt;br /&gt;All my life youre haunting me&lt;br /&gt;I loved you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy, candy , candy I cant let you go&lt;br /&gt;Life is crazy&lt;br /&gt;Candy baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well it hurt me real bad when you left&lt;br /&gt;Im glad you got out&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Ive had a hole in my heart&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;Ive learned to fake it and&lt;br /&gt;Just smile along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on the street&lt;br /&gt;Those men are all the same&lt;br /&gt;I need a love&lt;br /&gt;Not games&lt;br /&gt;Not games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy, candy, candy I cant let you go&lt;br /&gt;All my life youre haunting me&lt;br /&gt;I loved you so&lt;br /&gt;Candy, candy , candy I cant let you go&lt;br /&gt;Life is crazy&lt;br /&gt;I know baby&lt;br /&gt;Candy baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uou uou uou&lt;br /&gt;Candy, candy, candy I cant let you go&lt;br /&gt;All my life youre haunting me&lt;br /&gt;I loved you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy candy candy&lt;br /&gt;Life is crazy&lt;br /&gt;Candy baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy baby,&lt;br /&gt;Candy, candy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-4671168003496668068?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4671168003496668068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=4671168003496668068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4671168003496668068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4671168003496668068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/candy.html' title='Candy'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-819366990804859408</id><published>2008-07-10T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:58:28.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosmic thing</title><content type='html'>Ora ca esta uma banda que leva isto a rir e com boa onda. Uma das minhas bandas preferidas, sem duvida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgK1D3_x6ZQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgK1D3_x6ZQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cosmic thing - The B-52s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gyrate it till you had your fill&lt;br /&gt;Just like a pneumatic drill&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it go down the drain&lt;br /&gt;Ya better hop on the cosmic wagontrain!&lt;br /&gt;Cosmic! Cosmic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was havin' this out-of-body experience&lt;br /&gt;Saw these cosmic beings&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I went up there, they were shakin' their cosmic things&lt;br /&gt;Like someone gave ya a wild goose, or a freight train with&lt;br /&gt;A loose caboose&lt;br /&gt;You better shake your... honeybuns! Shake your honeybuns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake it till the butter melts, shake it till the butter melts&lt;br /&gt;Shake that cosmic thing, shake that thing, shake it, ohhhh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Shake that thing all night long, shake it man you can't go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it rest on the President's desk, rock the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosmic! Wooooo! Cosmic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no earthquake, don't need no tidal wave!&lt;br /&gt;Till night falls and day breaks, gonna shake, shake, shake!&lt;br /&gt;Shake! Cosmic thang! Shake that thang! Wooo! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Like someone gave ya a wild goose, or a freight train with&lt;br /&gt;A loose caboose, ya better shake your... honeybuns!&lt;br /&gt;Shake those honeybuns!&lt;br /&gt;Shake that thing all night long, shake it man, ya can't go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Rock the house! Rock the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While cruising through the ionosphere, I saw these alien beings&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I went up there, they were shakin' their alien things&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a genuine faux pearl ring if ya git on up and shake&lt;br /&gt;Your... honeybuns! Shake your honeybuns!&lt;br /&gt;Shake! Don't let it rest on the President's desk, rock the house!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh! Cosmic! Wooo! Shake that thing! Cosmic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-819366990804859408?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/819366990804859408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=819366990804859408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/819366990804859408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/819366990804859408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/cosmic-thing.html' title='Cosmic thing'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-3560822382458494061</id><published>2008-07-09T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:50:13.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True blue</title><content type='html'>E neste espirito revivalista, nada como reviver em segunda mao. Ja isto quando saiu era muito atras... soa tao giro ainda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bb8akXtOCaI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bb8akXtOCaI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True blue - Madonna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've had other guys&lt;br /&gt;I've looked into their eyes&lt;br /&gt;But I never knew love before&lt;br /&gt;'Til you walked through my door&lt;br /&gt;I've had other lips&lt;br /&gt;I've sailed a thousand ships&lt;br /&gt;But no matter where I go&lt;br /&gt;You're the one for me baby this I know, 'cause it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I'm dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Your heart fits me like a glove&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna be true blue baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard all the lines&lt;br /&gt;I've cried oh so many times&lt;br /&gt;Those tear drops they won't fall again&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited 'cause you're my best friend&lt;br /&gt;So if you should ever doubt&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what love is all about&lt;br /&gt;Just think back and remember dear&lt;br /&gt;Those words whispered in your ear, I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus twice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intermediate:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more sadness, I kiss it good-bye&lt;br /&gt;The sun is bursting right out of the sky&lt;br /&gt;I searched the whole world for someone like you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, don't you know that it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love, oh baby, true love, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;True love, oh baby, true love it's&lt;br /&gt;[repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, so if you should ever doubt&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what love is all about&lt;br /&gt;Just think back and remember dear&lt;br /&gt;Those words whispered in your ear, I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[intermediate]&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love, oh baby, true love, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;True love, oh baby, true love it's&lt;br /&gt;[repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-3560822382458494061?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3560822382458494061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=3560822382458494061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3560822382458494061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3560822382458494061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/true-blue.html' title='True blue'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-3590455037557396838</id><published>2008-07-08T03:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T03:30:18.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock this town</title><content type='html'>A moda um dia vira e toda a gente de verão mete-se a curtir este som, e voltamos aos anos 50... vespas, cadilacs, azul cueca e rosa gaja, sundaes e batidos, drive in e fogueirinhas na praia. Havia de ser giro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hHNuY-nptGo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hHNuY-nptGo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock this town - Stray Cats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well my baby and me went out late Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;I had my hair piled high and my baby just looks so right&lt;br /&gt;Well, pick you up at ten got to have you home by two,&lt;br /&gt;Mama don't know what I've got in store for you&lt;br /&gt;Well that's alright 'cause we're looking as cool as can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we found a little place that really didn't look half bad&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a whiskey on the rocks and change of a dollar for the jukebox&lt;br /&gt;Well, I put a quarter right into that can, but all it played was disco man&lt;br /&gt;C'mon pretty baby, let's get outta here right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna rock this town, rock it inside out&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna rock this town, make 'm scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;Let's rock, rock, rock man rock, rock&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna rock till we pop, We're gonna roll till we drop&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna rock this town, rock it inside out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we're having a ball just bopping on the big dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Well there's a real square cat he looks nineteen seventy four&lt;br /&gt;Well, you look at me once, you look at me twice,&lt;br /&gt;You look at me again there's gonna be a fight&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna rock this town, we're gonna rip this place apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna rock this town, rock it inside out&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna rock this town, make 'm scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;Let's rock, rock, rock man rock, rock&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna rock till we pop, We're gonna roll till we drop&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna rock this town, rock this place apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna rock this town, rock it inside out&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna rock this town, make 'm scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;Let's rock, rock, rock man rock, rock&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna rock till we pop, We're gonna roll till we drop&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna rock this town, rock it inside out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna rock this town, rock it inside out&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna rock this town, rock it inside out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-3590455037557396838?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3590455037557396838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=3590455037557396838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3590455037557396838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3590455037557396838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/rock-this-town.html' title='Rock this town'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-2186254535122643235</id><published>2008-07-07T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T03:26:04.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note from the south</title><content type='html'>Nova semana novas sonoridades. Novas cores, novas tendencias, isto afinal é de modas, quem diria. E eu que nunca fui dado a modas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVQDK_dw97k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVQDK_dw97k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note from the south - Levi and the Rockats &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-2186254535122643235?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2186254535122643235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=2186254535122643235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/2186254535122643235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/2186254535122643235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/note-from-south.html' title='Note from the south'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-8549178845694899305</id><published>2008-07-06T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T03:17:57.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up...</title><content type='html'>O verdadeiro caminho para a iluminação. Será que isto ainda pega e dá em religião.&lt;br /&gt;Muito me ria eu se isso acontecesse.&lt;br /&gt;Som cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WxlgqEyCkqc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WxlgqEyCkqc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up - Cypress Hill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(*guy toking up*)&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin buddha comin at’cha live&lt;br /&gt;Direct with the biggest, fattest joint&lt;br /&gt;Comin in with indo flavours&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin buddha comin at’cha like this&lt;br /&gt;’95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1: b-real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s friday mornin, where the weed at? &lt;br /&gt;Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack&lt;br /&gt;Cos I wanna get high like a plane&lt;br /&gt;In the sky with the indo cloud in my brain&lt;br /&gt;Where the fuck are my zig-zags and my lighters? &lt;br /&gt;So I can roll it and set it on fire&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I wish I had scissors cos the shit is so sticky&lt;br /&gt;That it’s gettin on my fuckin fingers&lt;br /&gt;But it’s smokeable, double tokeable&lt;br /&gt;I got the one-hit that, where the bombay shit that’s tokeable&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do a joint venture&lt;br /&gt;Let me make sure there ain’t no lump in the goddamn centre&lt;br /&gt;To get pregnated lookin joint, fuck it&lt;br /&gt;I can smoke it and I still get faded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up&lt;br /&gt;Inhale exhale&lt;br /&gt;*repeat x3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I’m the freaker, the one freaks the funk&lt;br /&gt;*repeat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2: (sen dogg), b-real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(east coast hittin that blunt), west coast hittin that honeydip&lt;br /&gt;Might he want a joint then I want another hit&lt;br /&gt;Roll it up, (light it up), smoke it up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stimulate my mind (so I toke it up)&lt;br /&gt;Can I get a hit? (can I get a hooh!? )&lt;br /&gt;Gimme that fat bag of weed and the brew&lt;br /&gt;So I can get faded, elevated&lt;br /&gt;Smoke the joint down to a roach then I ate it&lt;br /&gt;I stand true to the guess guy ? ? ? ? &lt;br /&gt;(as I keep runnin from the chop-per)&lt;br /&gt;Gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags&lt;br /&gt;(puto won’t be holdin out on the big bag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I’m the freaker, the one who freaks the funk)&lt;br /&gt;*repeat to fade* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-8549178845694899305?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8549178845694899305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=8549178845694899305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8549178845694899305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8549178845694899305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/roll-it-up-light-it-up-smoke-it-up.html' title='Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up...'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-7182235862015210223</id><published>2008-07-05T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T03:11:55.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke two joints</title><content type='html'>Ora aí está um belo mote para este louco verão de 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Smoke two joints.&lt;br /&gt;Com o que o governo nos faz, é a unica forma de ainda conseguir rir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hR42Ia_-aDA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hR42Ia_-aDA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smoke two joints - Sublime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  (she was living in a single room with three other individuals.&lt;br /&gt;One of them was a male and the other two, well, the other two were females.&lt;br /&gt;God only know what they were up to in there.&lt;br /&gt;And furthermore susan, I wouldnt be the least bit surprised to learn that all four of them&lt;br /&gt;Habitually smoke marijuana cigarettes... reefers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smoke two joints in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I smoke two joints at night.&lt;br /&gt;I smoke two joints in the afternoon, it makes me feel alright&lt;br /&gt;I smoke two joints in time of peace, and two in time of war&lt;br /&gt;I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints,&lt;br /&gt;And then I smoke two more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked cigarettes til the day she died&lt;br /&gt;Toke a big spliff of some good sensimillia&lt;br /&gt;Smoked cigarettes til the day she died&lt;br /&gt;Toke a big spliff of some good sensamill...&lt;br /&gt;Easy-e were ya ever caught slippin? hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy he once told me son you be hard workin man&lt;br /&gt;And momma she once told me son you do the best you can&lt;br /&gt;But, then one day I met a man who came to me and said&lt;br /&gt;Hard work good, and hard work fine but first take care of head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(guitar solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, rock me tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-oh, jah sake,&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-7182235862015210223?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7182235862015210223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=7182235862015210223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7182235862015210223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7182235862015210223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/smoke-two-joints.html' title='Smoke two joints'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-8099371730504609078</id><published>2008-07-04T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T03:08:04.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Love</title><content type='html'>O calor, as hormonas, as qualquer coisa ronas, os daiquiris e os mojitos, a água quente, a pouca roupa, só isto justifica que haja tanta gente a nascer na altura da Pascoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sl1ydqS4bFQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sl1ydqS4bFQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer Love - Sherbet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summer love is like no other love&lt;br /&gt;Oooh yeah-eah-eah&lt;br /&gt;Summer love is like no other love&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;Summer love is like no other lo-ove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy skys are blown by with a breeze&lt;br /&gt;And when that su-un shi-ines&lt;br /&gt;Life comes easy&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye troubles goodby-ye&lt;br /&gt;I'm walkin' with my head in the sky-y-y&lt;br /&gt;See birds sailing in and out of blue&lt;br /&gt;Oh when that su-un shines&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there with you-ou&lt;br /&gt;When you bring your lovin' to me-ee&lt;br /&gt;Let your love come easy and free-ee&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer love is like no other love&lt;br /&gt;Oooh yeah-yeah&lt;br /&gt;Summer love is like no other love&lt;br /&gt;Summer love is like no other lo-ove&lt;br /&gt;Oo-ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody talk about the summertime blues&lt;br /&gt;Just take it easy and let it cruise&lt;br /&gt;The sun is up and the day is fine&lt;br /&gt;I feel so good in the summer ti-i-ime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you bring your lovin' to me-ee&lt;br /&gt;Let your love come easy and free-ee, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mea-ea-ean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer love is like no other love&lt;br /&gt;Summer love is like no other love&lt;br /&gt;Summer love is like no other love&lt;br /&gt;Summer love is like no other love&lt;br /&gt;Summer love is like no other love (fade) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-8099371730504609078?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8099371730504609078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=8099371730504609078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8099371730504609078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8099371730504609078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-love.html' title='Summer Love'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-2982881383624576428</id><published>2008-07-03T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:37:14.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the summertime</title><content type='html'>E assim chegou ele, e deu-se bem por ele. O calor é qualquer coisa de insuportavel, felizmente que aqui trabalha-se com ar condicionado. Dizem os entendidos que este vai ser o verão mais quente dos quentes. &lt;br /&gt;Musiquinhas zen e boa onda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zc9wIzi96_E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zc9wIzi96_E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the summertime - Mungo Jerry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the summer time when the weather is high&lt;br /&gt;You can chase right up and touch the sky,&lt;br /&gt;When the weather's fine&lt;br /&gt;You got women, you got women on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Have a drink, have a drive&lt;br /&gt;Go out and see what you can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If her Daddy's rich, take her out for a meal,&lt;br /&gt;If her Daddy's poor, just do what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Scoot along the lake, do a town an' then return her twenty five.&lt;br /&gt;When the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;You can make it, make it good and really fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a fat beat, when her Daddy with a me,&lt;br /&gt;We'll have everybody, but we do as we please.&lt;br /&gt;When the weather's fine, we go fishing or go swimming in the sea,&lt;br /&gt;We're always happy,&lt;br /&gt;Long's we're living in this sound philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing along with us, dee dee dee dee dee&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da, yeah we're hap-pap-py.&lt;br /&gt;Da da da dee da doo dee da dee da dee da da,&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da, dee da da dee da da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the wind is here, yeah it's party time,&lt;br /&gt;Bring your bottle waggin' back, 'cuz it will soon be summer time.&lt;br /&gt;And we'll signal a cab, we'll go driving or maybe we'll settle down,&lt;br /&gt;If she's rich, if she's nice, bring your friends and we'll all go into town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer time when the weather is high&lt;br /&gt;You can chase right up and touch the sky,&lt;br /&gt;When the weather's fine&lt;br /&gt;You got women, you got women on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Have a drink, have a drive&lt;br /&gt;Go out and see what you can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If her Daddy's rich, take her out for a meal,&lt;br /&gt;If her Daddy's poor, just do what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Scoot along the lake, do a town an' then return her twenty five.&lt;br /&gt;When the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;You can make it, make it good and really fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a fat beat, when her Daddy with a me,&lt;br /&gt;We'll have everybody, but we do as we please.&lt;br /&gt;When the weather's fine, we go fishing or go swimming in the sea,&lt;br /&gt;We're always happy,&lt;br /&gt;Long's we're living in this sound philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing along with us, dee dee dee dee dee&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da, yeah we're hap-pap-py.&lt;br /&gt;Da da da dee da doo dee da dee da dee da da,&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da, dee da da dee da da.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-2982881383624576428?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2982881383624576428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=2982881383624576428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/2982881383624576428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/2982881383624576428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-summertime.html' title='In the summertime'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-2332653791861330771</id><published>2008-07-02T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:38:54.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trankillement</title><content type='html'>Em tempos vi um filme, e fiquei fã, pura e simplesmente do melhor, estes senhores fazem a coisa bem feita... para rir sem duvida!&lt;br /&gt;O filme chama-se 'os 11 mandamentos', a não perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JwBwIyePedA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JwBwIyePedA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trankillement - Fatal Bazooka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ça y es j'vais faire grimper le mercure&lt;br /&gt;bien ou bien&lt;br /&gt;Le son des playa en direct de la marina&lt;br /&gt;Fatal Bazooka Saint trop Ibiza Chambéry la Cluza&lt;br /&gt;même combat roulez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrain :] &lt;br /&gt;Tranquillement à base de tranquilade&lt;br /&gt;A l'aise comme Fatal&lt;br /&gt;Peperement à base de peperade&lt;br /&gt;On est official&lt;br /&gt;Tranquillement à base de tranquilade&lt;br /&gt;et on fou que dalle&lt;br /&gt;sereinement à base de sérénade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatal descend d’la montagne en chacal&lt;br /&gt;gonflé à bloc bloc&lt;br /&gt;Ca va faire mal&lt;br /&gt;J'viens pour tout pété parés parés&lt;br /&gt;même Thuram pourait pas t'stopper&lt;br /&gt;Lunette de soleil bien callé d'vant les yeux&lt;br /&gt;Pour une pair acheter mec j'en ai eu deux&lt;br /&gt;jamais en galère mate comment j'gère&lt;br /&gt;Oh Fatal t'es trop fort tu veux pas être mon père&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J’suis la pour bouffer d’la foule et prendre des bain moule&lt;br /&gt;ou l'inverse je sais plus ça m'saoule&lt;br /&gt;J’suis d’la balle d’la bombe d’la bombe de balle d’la bête de bombe&lt;br /&gt;J’commence a fond j’termine en trombe&lt;br /&gt;Fête non stop, s'taper des tops&lt;br /&gt;tout la nuit Eva sans Tony P&lt;br /&gt;Toujours présent mec j'fais pas semblant&lt;br /&gt;Oh Fatal t'es trop fort tu veux être président&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca y es ça chauffe j'tombe la cagoule&lt;br /&gt;Ca y es j’suis OP j'chauffe les cagols&lt;br /&gt;Premier en slips, premier en sandales&lt;br /&gt;J'déballe le matos laisse .....le scandale&lt;br /&gt;Au programme Jet ski dans le jacuzzi&lt;br /&gt;Et luchini en bikini dans une mini&lt;br /&gt;Mini mini mini-moys&lt;br /&gt;Oh Fatal t'es trop fort tu m'étale du Monoï&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........à la salle de jeux&lt;br /&gt;Vay dasse&lt;br /&gt;Toi j’te déshabille en deux deux&lt;br /&gt;Si tu avance si tu recule comment veux tu comment veux tu que je t'en...&lt;br /&gt;Brasse&lt;br /&gt;Euh lève ton pull&lt;br /&gt;Eh cousine j’suis une sex machine ramène pas tes copines que j'te casse le&lt;br /&gt;string&lt;br /&gt;T'es comme une folle et fini sous mes vêtements&lt;br /&gt;Oh Fatal t'es trop fort tu m'fais un enfant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh DJ&lt;br /&gt;Personne ne danse&lt;br /&gt;On fait tranquillement, j’vous explique&lt;br /&gt;les mains derrières la tête tu bouge juste le bassin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranquillement à base de tranquilade (x2)&lt;br /&gt;Personne ne danse c'est trop vilain&lt;br /&gt;J'veux tu balance des coup de reims&lt;br /&gt;Tranquillement à base de tranquilade (x2)&lt;br /&gt;Personne ne danse c'est trop vilain&lt;br /&gt;J'veux tu balance des coup de reims&lt;br /&gt;Tranquillement à base de tranquilade (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chœurs]&lt;br /&gt;Fafafafafafafafa Fatal&lt;br /&gt;Fatal Bazouka&lt;br /&gt;Fafafafafafafafa Fatal&lt;br /&gt;Fatal pour moi&lt;br /&gt;Fafafafafafafafa Fatal&lt;br /&gt;Trop fatal pour moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Represente le 7-3 le 7-6&lt;br /&gt;Fafafafafafafafa Fatal&lt;br /&gt;le 9-3 le 1-6 le 1-3&lt;br /&gt;Fafafafafafafafa Fatal&lt;br /&gt;le 3-3 le 3-6 le 9-6&lt;br /&gt;Fafafafafafafafa Fatal&lt;br /&gt;La 106 la 107&lt;br /&gt;Eh c'est bon j’vais pas tous les faire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-2332653791861330771?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2332653791861330771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=2332653791861330771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/2332653791861330771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/2332653791861330771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/trankillement.html' title='Trankillement'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-8044678752305163475</id><published>2008-07-01T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:39:57.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le pire et le meilleur</title><content type='html'>Deu-me para andar em francês. Soa-me bem... parece musical mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e61VschmOwA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e61VschmOwA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Le pire et le meilleur - FFF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je sais que tirer vers soi c'est irréversible&lt;br /&gt;Mais c'est bien plus fort que moi, &lt;br /&gt;Je ne vis que pour l'impossible&lt;br /&gt;Seul au milieu d'elle j'oublie tous mes défauts, &lt;br /&gt;Qu'importe la sentence si j'apaise mes maux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'oublie mon amour propre en concubinage&lt;br /&gt;Avec vous, je le promets, &lt;br /&gt;Je serai sale comme une image, &lt;br /&gt;Mes goûts sont trop simples, &lt;br /&gt;Je prends ce qu'il y a de mieux, &lt;br /&gt;Tout le monde sait qu'un homme&lt;br /&gt;Perverti en vaut deux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain, x2}&lt;br /&gt;Capable du meilleur comme du pire&lt;br /&gt;Mais pour le pire, je suis le meilleur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais pas mentir, &lt;br /&gt;Seules les femmes me pardonnent&lt;br /&gt;Mais la vérité nue n'a jamais excité l'homme, &lt;br /&gt;Pour eux, la vie est belle, pour moi, bien beau est le vit, &lt;br /&gt;On peut me couper les ailes mais pas mes envies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{au Refrain, x2}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne supporte pas l'ennui, je le dis avec franchise, &lt;br /&gt;Question de propreté, je change d'avis&lt;br /&gt;Comme de chemise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{au Refrain, x2} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-8044678752305163475?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8044678752305163475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=8044678752305163475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8044678752305163475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8044678752305163475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/le-pire-et-le-meilleur.html' title='Le pire et le meilleur'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-8302023840815595651</id><published>2008-06-30T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T17:00:00.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensemble</title><content type='html'>Ora ca esta uma musica super positiva. Isto devia ter que se ouvir todos os dias, do genero das coisas obrigatorias. Faz-me lembrar as grandes noites com os amigos, deviamo-nos juntar mais e mais vezes. Tenho saudades deles tambem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oq-C-np8DwQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oq-C-np8DwQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ensemble - Sinclair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chacun son pain&lt;br /&gt;Chacun fait son beurre&lt;br /&gt;On ne partage rien&lt;br /&gt;A part sa mauvaise humeur&lt;br /&gt;Mais il faudra bien&lt;br /&gt;Oublier nos peurs&lt;br /&gt;Si on veut un monde meilleur&lt;br /&gt;Il faut s'y mettre à plusieurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chacun pour soi&lt;br /&gt;Ca va de soi&lt;br /&gt;Chacun ses bons plans&lt;br /&gt;Evidemment&lt;br /&gt;Faudrait faire un p'tit effort&lt;br /&gt;Pour que les choses s'améliorent&lt;br /&gt;Si on veut que la terre tremble&lt;br /&gt;Il faut qu'on s'y mette ensemble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;1+1+1 plus toi et moi&lt;br /&gt;Ensemble, ensemble&lt;br /&gt;1+1+1 plus tout le monde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'argent fait vivre&lt;br /&gt;Mais ne fait pas l'bonheur&lt;br /&gt;C'est écrit dans les livres&lt;br /&gt;Que lit ma petite soeur&lt;br /&gt;Faudrait penser autrement&lt;br /&gt;Qu'individuellement&lt;br /&gt;Oublier les monnaies d'échange&lt;br /&gt;Si l'on veut que les choses changent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;1+1+1 plus toi et moi&lt;br /&gt;Ensemble, ensemble&lt;br /&gt;1+1+1 plus tout le monde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est beau à voir&lt;br /&gt;Quand les gens se marrent&lt;br /&gt;Ca donne envie d'écouter&lt;br /&gt;De se mettre de leur coté&lt;br /&gt;Les autres ne sont qu'un miroir&lt;br /&gt;Où il faut savoir se voir&lt;br /&gt;Apprenons à regarder&lt;br /&gt;Ensemble sans tarder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;1+1+1 plus toi et moi&lt;br /&gt;Ensemble, ensemble&lt;br /&gt;1+1+1 plus tout le monde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-8302023840815595651?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8302023840815595651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=8302023840815595651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8302023840815595651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8302023840815595651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/ensemble.html' title='Ensemble'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-906926266094771087</id><published>2008-06-29T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:49:27.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait</title><content type='html'>Aqui esta uma grande verdade, nao posso esperar mais, mais pelas ferias, mais pelo tempo do mundo, mais pela dolce fare niente. Tou a dar em doido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g32p0d1S5Ec&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g32p0d1S5Ec&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't wait - Stevie Nicks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I know you&lt;br /&gt;Sometime she talks to him&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when shes only dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Then when she wakes up&lt;br /&gt;Somehow she still believes him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know you&lt;br /&gt;Tho weve been out of touch&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know you&lt;br /&gt;To be continued, its too much baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait I cant wait&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ive got to know when I can see you again, now baby&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait I cant wait&lt;br /&gt;Am I wasting my time while you make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Well, I cant wait I cant wait&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know you&lt;br /&gt;Tho weve been out of touch&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait I cant wait&lt;br /&gt;What can I do when Im crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wonders how many more hours&lt;br /&gt;Her heart will feel broken&lt;br /&gt;In secret she says she needs to see him&lt;br /&gt;But no words are spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dances around in a circle&lt;br /&gt;Well shes got that feeling now&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on something at first sight&lt;br /&gt;Put the blame on me if you want to&lt;br /&gt;To be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait I cant wait&lt;br /&gt;Am I wasting my time while you make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Well, I cant wait I cant wait&lt;br /&gt;I got to know when I can see you again&lt;br /&gt;Well, I cant wait I cant wait&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait I cant wait&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait I cant wait&lt;br /&gt;How will we feel 20 years from now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-906926266094771087?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/906926266094771087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=906926266094771087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/906926266094771087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/906926266094771087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-wait.html' title='I can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-7679109173814403262</id><published>2008-06-28T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:41:49.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck my kiss</title><content type='html'>Tanta historia, tanta recordacao, tanta saudade... sera que o bom da musica esta sempre no passado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WBuGjGrQVTM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WBuGjGrQVTM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suck my kiss - Red hot chilli peppers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should of been, could of been&lt;br /&gt;Would of been dead&lt;br /&gt;If I didnt get the message&lt;br /&gt;Goin to my head&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am&lt;br /&gt;Most motherfuckers&lt;br /&gt;Dont give a damn&lt;br /&gt;Aw baby think you can&lt;br /&gt;Be my girl, Ill be your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come-on full of fun&lt;br /&gt;Do me till Im well done&lt;br /&gt;Little bo peep&lt;br /&gt;Cumin from my stan gun&lt;br /&gt;Beware... take care&lt;br /&gt;Most motherfuckers&lt;br /&gt;Have a cold ass stare&lt;br /&gt;Aw baby please be there&lt;br /&gt;Suck my kiss cut me my share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me you cant hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Suck my kiss&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me please pervert me&lt;br /&gt;Stick with this&lt;br /&gt;Is she talking dirty&lt;br /&gt;Give to me sweet sacred bliss&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth was made to suck my kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me cant you see&lt;br /&gt;All I really want to be&lt;br /&gt;Is free from a world&lt;br /&gt;That hurts me&lt;br /&gt;I need relief&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me girl&lt;br /&gt;To be your thief&lt;br /&gt;Aw baby just for you&lt;br /&gt;Id steal anything that you want me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - I - s - s - I - n - g&lt;br /&gt;Chicka chicka dee&lt;br /&gt;Do me like a banshee&lt;br /&gt;Low brow is how&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of bow wow wow&lt;br /&gt;Aw baby do me now&lt;br /&gt;Do me here I do allow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me you cant hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Suck my kiss&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me please pervert me&lt;br /&gt;Stick with this&lt;br /&gt;Is she talking dirty&lt;br /&gt;Give to me sweet sacred bliss&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth was made to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should of been, could of been&lt;br /&gt;Would of been dead&lt;br /&gt;If I didnt get the message&lt;br /&gt;Goin to my head&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am&lt;br /&gt;Most motherfuckers&lt;br /&gt;Dont give a damn&lt;br /&gt;Aw baby think you can&lt;br /&gt;Be my girl, Ill be your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come-on full of fun&lt;br /&gt;Do me till Im well done&lt;br /&gt;Little bo peep&lt;br /&gt;Cumin from my stan gun&lt;br /&gt;Beware... take care&lt;br /&gt;Most motherfuckers&lt;br /&gt;Have a cold ass stare&lt;br /&gt;Aw baby please be there&lt;br /&gt;Suck my kiss cut me my share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me you cant hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Suck my kiss&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me please pervert me&lt;br /&gt;Stick with this&lt;br /&gt;Is she talking dirty&lt;br /&gt;Give to me sweet sacred bliss&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth was made to suck my kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-7679109173814403262?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7679109173814403262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=7679109173814403262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7679109173814403262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7679109173814403262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/suck-my-kiss.html' title='Suck my kiss'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-5204556099169599125</id><published>2008-06-27T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:32:17.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California uber alles</title><content type='html'>volta e meia da-me uns flashbacks mais rebeldes ainda... que saudades disto e destes tempos... ehehehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eIqESwzCGg4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eIqESwzCGg4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;California uber alles - Dead Kennedys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am Governor Jerry Brown&lt;br /&gt;My aura smiles&lt;br /&gt;And never frowns&lt;br /&gt;Soon I will be president...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter Power will soon go away&lt;br /&gt;I will be Fuhrer one day&lt;br /&gt;I will command all of you&lt;br /&gt;Your kids will meditate in school&lt;br /&gt;Your kids will meditate in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;California Uber Alles&lt;br /&gt;California Uber Alles&lt;br /&gt;Uber Alles California&lt;br /&gt;Uber Alles California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zen fascists will control you&lt;br /&gt;100% natural&lt;br /&gt;You will jog for the master race&lt;br /&gt;And always wear the happy face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, can't happen here&lt;br /&gt;Big Bro' on white horse is near&lt;br /&gt;The hippies won't come back you say&lt;br /&gt;Mellow out or you will pay&lt;br /&gt;Mellow out or you will pay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is 1984&lt;br /&gt;Knock-knock at your front door&lt;br /&gt;It's the suede/denim secret police&lt;br /&gt;They have come for your uncool niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come quietly to the camp&lt;br /&gt;You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry, it's only a shower&lt;br /&gt;For your clothes here's a pretty flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE on organic poison gas&lt;br /&gt;Serpent's egg's already hatched&lt;br /&gt;You will croak, you little clown&lt;br /&gt;When you mess with President Brown&lt;br /&gt;When you mess with President Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-5204556099169599125?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5204556099169599125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=5204556099169599125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5204556099169599125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5204556099169599125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/california-uber-alles.html' title='California uber alles'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-3551323989402578002</id><published>2008-06-26T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:22:01.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock DJ</title><content type='html'>Its time to move your body!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/30fuj9ldnCg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/30fuj9ldnCg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock DJ - Robbie Williams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me with the floorshow&lt;br /&gt;Kickin' with your torso&lt;br /&gt;Boys getting high&lt;br /&gt;And the girls even more so&lt;br /&gt;Wave your hands if YOU'RE not with A man&lt;br /&gt;Can I kick it?&lt;br /&gt;(Yes you can)&lt;br /&gt;I got&lt;br /&gt;(Funk)&lt;br /&gt;You got&lt;br /&gt;(Soul)&lt;br /&gt;We got everybody&lt;br /&gt;I've got the gift&lt;br /&gt;Gonna stick it in the goal&lt;br /&gt;It's time to move your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babylon back in business&lt;br /&gt;Can I get a witness?&lt;br /&gt;Every girl, every man&lt;br /&gt;Houston, do you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Ground control, can you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;Need permission to land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna rock, DJ&lt;br /&gt;But you're making me feel so nice&lt;br /&gt;When's it gonna stop, DJ?&lt;br /&gt;Cos you're keepin' me up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin' in the classes&lt;br /&gt;Music for your masses&lt;br /&gt;Give no head&lt;br /&gt;No backstage passes&lt;br /&gt;Have a proper giggle&lt;br /&gt;I'll be quite polite&lt;br /&gt;But when I rocks the mic&lt;br /&gt;I rock the mic&lt;br /&gt;(Right)&lt;br /&gt;You got no love, then you're with the wrong man&lt;br /&gt;It's time to move your body&lt;br /&gt;If you can't get a girl&lt;br /&gt;But your best friend can&lt;br /&gt;It's time to move your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be sleazy&lt;br /&gt;Baby just tease me&lt;br /&gt;Got no family planned (uh, uh)&lt;br /&gt;Houston, do you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Ground control, can you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;Need permission to land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna rock(rock) DJ (DJ)&lt;br /&gt;But you're making me feel so nice&lt;br /&gt;When's it gonna stop(stop), DJ?&lt;br /&gt;'Causes you're keeping me up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna rock, DJ&lt;br /&gt;But you're making me feel so nice&lt;br /&gt;When's it gonna stop, DJ?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're keeping me up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimpin' ain't easy&lt;br /&gt;Most of them fleece me&lt;br /&gt;Every night&lt;br /&gt;Pimpin' ain't easy&lt;br /&gt;But if you're sellin' it, sellin' it, sellin' it&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna rock(rock), DJ&lt;br /&gt;But you're making me feel so nice&lt;br /&gt;When's it gonna stop(stop), DJ?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're keeping me up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna rock, DJ&lt;br /&gt;But you're making me feel so nice&lt;br /&gt;When's it gonna stop, DJ?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're keeping me up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna rock, DJ&lt;br /&gt;But you're making me feel so nice&lt;br /&gt;When's it gonna stop, DJ?&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're keeping me up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna rock, DJ&lt;br /&gt;But you're making me feel so nice&lt;br /&gt;When's it gonna stop, DJ?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're keeping me up all night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-3551323989402578002?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3551323989402578002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=3551323989402578002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3551323989402578002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3551323989402578002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/rock-dj.html' title='Rock DJ'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-1648929329044206569</id><published>2008-06-25T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:21:27.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>Eh verdade, anda todo o mundo doido, estes rapazes eh que teem razao. Mais um menos um, somos todos, mais ou menos, mas todos. Os teenagers eh que sabem disto, dasssss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wp7ir1UpJNQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wp7ir1UpJNQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy - Simple Plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me what's wrong with society&lt;br /&gt;When everywhere I look, I see&lt;br /&gt;Young girls dying to be on TV&lt;br /&gt;They won't stop till they've reached their dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet pills, surgery&lt;br /&gt;Photoshopped pictures in magazines&lt;br /&gt;Telling them how they should be&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody gonna save me?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess things are not how they used to be&lt;br /&gt;There's no more normal families&lt;br /&gt;Parents act like enemies&lt;br /&gt;Making kids feel like it's World War III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one cares, no one's there&lt;br /&gt;I guess we're all just too damn busy&lt;br /&gt;And money's our first priority&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody gonna save me?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's wrong with society&lt;br /&gt;When everywhere I look I see&lt;br /&gt;Rich guys driving big SUVs&lt;br /&gt;While kids are starving in the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one cares&lt;br /&gt;No one likes to share&lt;br /&gt;I guess life's unfair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody gonna save me?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something, something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-1648929329044206569?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1648929329044206569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=1648929329044206569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1648929329044206569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1648929329044206569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-7772962253253337948</id><published>2008-06-24T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:16:17.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supersonic</title><content type='html'>Esta musica nao sei porque, mas deve ser das guitarras distorcidas, da-me uma sensacao energetica, soa-me a algo de potente. Boa onda mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOTsS2mplA0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOTsS2mplA0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supersonic - Oasis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to be myself &lt;br /&gt;I can't be no one else &lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling supersonic &lt;br /&gt;Give me gin and tonic &lt;br /&gt;You can have it all but how much do you want it? &lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh &lt;br /&gt;Give me your autograph &lt;br /&gt;Can I ride with you in your B.M.W ? &lt;br /&gt;You can sail with me in my yellow submarine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to find out &lt;br /&gt;'Cos no one's gonna tell you what I'm on about &lt;br /&gt;You need to find a way for what you want to say &lt;br /&gt;But before tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos my friend said he'd take you home &lt;br /&gt;He sits in a corner all alone &lt;br /&gt;He lives under a waterfall &lt;br /&gt;No body can see him &lt;br /&gt;No body can ever hear him call &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to be yourself &lt;br /&gt;You can't be no one else &lt;br /&gt;I know a girl called Elsa &lt;br /&gt;She's into Alka Seltzer &lt;br /&gt;She sniffs it through a cane on a supersonic train &lt;br /&gt;She made me laugh &lt;br /&gt;I got her autograph &lt;br /&gt;She done it with a doctor on a helicopter &lt;br /&gt;She's sniffin in her tissue &lt;br /&gt;Sellin' the Big Issue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needs to find out &lt;br /&gt;'Cos no one's gonna tell you what I'm on about &lt;br /&gt;She needs to find a way for what she wants to say &lt;br /&gt;But before tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos my friend said he'd take you home &lt;br /&gt;He sits in a corner all alone &lt;br /&gt;He lives under a waterfall &lt;br /&gt;No body can see him &lt;br /&gt;No body can ever hear him call &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-7772962253253337948?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7772962253253337948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=7772962253253337948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7772962253253337948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7772962253253337948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/supersonic.html' title='Supersonic'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-5348802069627554976</id><published>2008-06-23T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:12:23.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The impression that i get</title><content type='html'>Nada como comecar a semana com uma musiquinha animada. Pinotes e mais pinotes, era o que era. Maldito verao, que moleza... e a praia aqui mesmo ao lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7A8Mkg1qYQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7A8Mkg1qYQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The impression that i get - The mighty mighty bosstones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever been close to tragedy&lt;br /&gt;Or been close to folks who have&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt a pain so powerful&lt;br /&gt;So heavy you collapse&lt;br /&gt;Ive never had to knock on wood&lt;br /&gt;But I know someone who has&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me wonder if I could&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder if&lt;br /&gt;Ive never had to knock on wood&lt;br /&gt;And Im glad I havent yet&lt;br /&gt;Because Im sure it isnt good&lt;br /&gt;Thats the impression that I get&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had the odds stacked up so high&lt;br /&gt;You need a strength most dont possess&lt;br /&gt;Or has it ever come down to do or die&lt;br /&gt;Youve got to rise above the rest&lt;br /&gt;Ive never had to knock on wood&lt;br /&gt;But I know someone who has&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me wonder if I could&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder if&lt;br /&gt;Ive never had to knock on wood&lt;br /&gt;And Im glad I havent yet&lt;br /&gt;Because Im sure it isnt good&lt;br /&gt;Thats the impression that I get&lt;br /&gt;Im not a coward,&lt;br /&gt;Ive just never been tested&lt;br /&gt;Id like to think that if I was,&lt;br /&gt;I would pass&lt;br /&gt;Look at the tested and think there but for the grace go&lt;br /&gt;I might be a cowards,&lt;br /&gt;Im afraid of what I might find out&lt;br /&gt;Ive never had to knock on wood&lt;br /&gt;But I know someone who has&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me wonder if I could&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder if&lt;br /&gt;Ive never had to knock on wood&lt;br /&gt;And Im glad I havent yet&lt;br /&gt;Because Im sure it isnt good&lt;br /&gt;Thats the impression that I get&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-5348802069627554976?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5348802069627554976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=5348802069627554976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5348802069627554976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5348802069627554976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/impression-that-i-get.html' title='The impression that i get'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-8708570109987937697</id><published>2008-06-22T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:04:38.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unskinny bop</title><content type='html'>Volta e meia da um flash back. Isto visto com a distancia ate tem a sua piada. A musica ainda lhe acho piada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cHqoBlQ7mW8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cHqoBlQ7mW8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unskinny bop - Poison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whats got you so jumpy? &lt;br /&gt;Why cant you sit still, yeah? &lt;br /&gt;Like gasoline you wanna pump me&lt;br /&gt;And leave me when you get your fill, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I touch you honey you get hot&lt;br /&gt;I want to make love you never stop&lt;br /&gt;Come up for air you push me to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Whats been going on in that head of yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Unskinny bop&lt;br /&gt;Just blows me away&lt;br /&gt;Unskinny bop, bop&lt;br /&gt;All night and day&lt;br /&gt;Unskinny bop, bop, bop, bop&lt;br /&gt;She just loves to play&lt;br /&gt;Unskinny bop nothin more to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at me so funny&lt;br /&gt;Love bite got you acting oh so strange&lt;br /&gt;You got too many bees in your honey&lt;br /&gt;Am I just another word in your page, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I touch you honey you get hot&lt;br /&gt;I want to make love you never stop&lt;br /&gt;Come up for air you push me to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Whats been going on in that head of yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre sayin my love wont do ya&lt;br /&gt;But that aint love written on your face&lt;br /&gt;Well honey I can see right through ya&lt;br /&gt;Well see whose ridin who at the end of the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats right&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong&lt;br /&gt;Whats left&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-8708570109987937697?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8708570109987937697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=8708570109987937697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8708570109987937697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8708570109987937697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/unskinny-bop.html' title='Unskinny bop'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-5626455820957979001</id><published>2008-06-21T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:59:29.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As dead as yesterday</title><content type='html'>Uma guitarra, uma boa voz, e com o calor que faz ja da saudades dos tempos de verao, em que era teenager e iamos para a praia a noite fazer uma fogueira, assar chouricas e tocar umas musiquinhas... para matar saudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-HG-nKIXMis&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-HG-nKIXMis&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As dead as yesterday - Zakk Wylde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'll leave you with nothin' to say&lt;br /&gt;Lost without a way&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it funny child&lt;br /&gt;Love sometimes leaves you&lt;br /&gt;As dead as yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to hold a handful of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Like a child told it cannot play&lt;br /&gt;Never ever figured Lord love would leave me feeling&lt;br /&gt;As dead as yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord could you help me find some shelter?&lt;br /&gt;Lord could you help me find some shelter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll leave you feeling hollow &amp; helpless&lt;br /&gt;And there is where you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it funny child love sometimes leaves you&lt;br /&gt;As dead as yesterday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-5626455820957979001?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5626455820957979001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=5626455820957979001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5626455820957979001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5626455820957979001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-dead-as-yesterday.html' title='As dead as yesterday'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-2542237864063515244</id><published>2008-06-20T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:30:21.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses</title><content type='html'>Nunca mais verdade, nunca tao mentira, som do catano. Soa-me bem ha muitos anos. Que sera feito destes tipos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rzsBQdd67Eg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rzsBQdd67Eg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nem lhes devia estar a fazer a publicidade, acreditam que todos os videos desta musica estao bloqueados no youtube... tss tsssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roses - Outkast&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caroline! Caroline! &lt;br /&gt;All the guys would say she's mighty fine &lt;br /&gt;But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time &lt;br /&gt;And the other half either got you cursed out, or coming up short &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, now dig this, even though (even though) &lt;br /&gt;You'd need a golden calculator to divide (to divide) &lt;br /&gt;The time it took to look inside and realize that &lt;br /&gt;Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus- Repeat 2x] &lt;br /&gt;I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank &lt;br /&gt;But lean a little bit closer &lt;br /&gt;See that roses really smell like boo-boo &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse Two - Andre 3000] &lt;br /&gt;Caroline! See she's the reason for the word "bitch" (bitch) &lt;br /&gt;I hope she's speeding on the way to the club &lt;br /&gt;Trying to hurry up to get to some &lt;br /&gt;Baller or singer or somebody like that &lt;br /&gt;And try to put on her makeup in the mirror &lt;br /&gt;And crash, crash, crash.. into a ditch! (Just Playing!) &lt;br /&gt;She needs a golden calculator to divide (to divide) &lt;br /&gt;The time it took to look inside and realize that &lt;br /&gt;Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus- Repeat 2x] &lt;br /&gt;I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank &lt;br /&gt;But lean a little bit closer &lt;br /&gt;See that roses really smell like boo-boo &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse Three] &lt;br /&gt;Well she's got a hotty body, but her attitude is potty &lt;br /&gt;When I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty &lt;br /&gt;I said "Would you call me?" &lt;br /&gt;She said "Pardon me, are you ballin'?" &lt;br /&gt;I said "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pursing" &lt;br /&gt;Oh so you're one them freaks, get geeked at the sight of ATM receipts &lt;br /&gt;But game been peeped, dropping names she's weak &lt;br /&gt;Trickin' off this bitch is lost &lt;br /&gt;Must take me for a geek a quick way to eat &lt;br /&gt;A neat place sleep, a rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat &lt;br /&gt;Now go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless &lt;br /&gt;Regardless, we don't want to get involved with no lawyers &lt;br /&gt;And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom &lt;br /&gt;I wanna see ya support bra not support you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus- Repeat 4x] &lt;br /&gt;I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank &lt;br /&gt;But lean a little bit closer &lt;br /&gt;See that roses really smell like boo-boo &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 2x] &lt;br /&gt;Better come back down to Mars &lt;br /&gt;Girl, quit chasin' cars &lt;br /&gt;What happens when the dough get so low &lt;br /&gt;Bitch, you ain't that fine &lt;br /&gt;No way.. no way.. no way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 2x] &lt;br /&gt;Crazy bitch (repeated in background) &lt;br /&gt;Bitch, stupid ass bitch &lt;br /&gt;Old punk ass bitch, old dumbass bitch &lt;br /&gt;A bitch's bitch, just a bitch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-2542237864063515244?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2542237864063515244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=2542237864063515244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/2542237864063515244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/2542237864063515244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/roses.html' title='Roses'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-8228443657259027205</id><published>2008-06-19T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:58:32.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The salmon dance</title><content type='html'>E tudo pelos peixinhos... ehehehhehehe&lt;br /&gt;Nao fosse eu doido pelo mar, e pelos aquarios... e um sushi nao marchava?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJEacTZmd7I&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJEacTZmd7I&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Salmon Dance - The Chemical Brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hello boys and girls. &lt;br /&gt;My name is FatLip, &lt;br /&gt;and this is my friend, Sammy the Salmon. &lt;br /&gt;“What do.” &lt;br /&gt;Today we're gonna teach you some fun facts about salmon &lt;br /&gt;in a brand new dance.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce to you a brand new dance &lt;br /&gt;I know you gonna love it if you give it one chance &lt;br /&gt;Its not complicated, its not too hard &lt;br /&gt;You don't even have to be a hip-hop star! &lt;br /&gt;See anyone can do it, all you need is style &lt;br /&gt;Listen up, peep gang, Imma show you how &lt;br /&gt;Put your hands to the side, and silly as it seems &lt;br /&gt;and Shake your body like a salmon floating up stream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I float up stream &lt;br /&gt;You know how we do it &lt;br /&gt;You know how we do it again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”All my peeps spend part of their life in fresh water and part of their life in salt water.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Wow, very interesting” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”We change round a couple of days after spawning, then we die.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first did the salmon all the people just laughed &lt;br /&gt;They looked around and stood like I was on crack &lt;br /&gt;I heard somebody say out loud &lt;br /&gt;"What the f*** is that? This n****'s dancing like a fish, while he's doing the snap" &lt;br /&gt;But the more I kept doing it, the more they were feeling it &lt;br /&gt;Then I heard some bitches saying "that n****'s killing it" &lt;br /&gt;By the end of the night, everyone was on my team &lt;br /&gt;And the whole club was dancing like a salmon floating up stream! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I float up stream &lt;br /&gt;You know how we do it &lt;br /&gt;You know how we do it again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Most of our friends find there home waters by sense of smell, which is even more keen than that of a dog or a bear.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Wow.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”My family also rely on ocean currents, tides, the gravitational pull of the moon.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”The moon? Fish pay attention to the moon?! Wow. Who knew?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I float up stream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Did you know...” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”What?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”...That I could go to Japan?...and back.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”You're kidding me? Amazing. Geez.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Polluted water can kill both baby salmon that are developing and the adult salmon that are on their way to spawn.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Wow, what a shame. What a shame. Huh.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Hey, kids, give it up for Sammy the Salmon &lt;br /&gt;and his amazing salmon dance. &lt;br /&gt;Huh, what ya say? &lt;br /&gt;Alright. Who's hungry?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-8228443657259027205?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8228443657259027205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=8228443657259027205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8228443657259027205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8228443657259027205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/salmon-dance.html' title='The salmon dance'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-8719590314146552054</id><published>2008-06-18T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:51:55.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Rouge</title><content type='html'>E assim a musica foi evoluindo, tao bom, jazz que se danca. Esta tudo louco, este senhor mais que os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IDMgBxHcM5M&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IDMgBxHcM5M&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rose Rouge - St. Germain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-8719590314146552054?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8719590314146552054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=8719590314146552054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8719590314146552054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8719590314146552054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/rose-rouge.html' title='Rose Rouge'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-5425394764669625431</id><published>2008-06-17T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:39:49.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days go by</title><content type='html'>e o tempo passa, e passa. Estas musicas modernitas soam bem, ate apetece dar um pezinho de danca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5oqmhVNk3Hg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5oqmhVNk3Hg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Days go by - Dirty Vegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still a whisper on my lips &lt;br /&gt;A feeling at my fingertips &lt;br /&gt;That's pulling at my skin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave me when I'm at my worst &lt;br /&gt;Feeling as if I've been cursed &lt;br /&gt;Bitter cold within &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days go by and still I think of you &lt;br /&gt;Days when I couldn't live my life without you &lt;br /&gt;Days go by and still I think of you &lt;br /&gt;Days when I couldn't live my life without you &lt;br /&gt;Without you &lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still a whisper on my lips &lt;br /&gt;A feeling at my fingertips &lt;br /&gt;That's pulling at my skin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave me when I'm at my worst &lt;br /&gt;Feeling as if I've been cursed &lt;br /&gt;Bitter cold within &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days go by and still I think of you &lt;br /&gt;Days when I couldn't live my life without you &lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days go by and still I think of you &lt;br /&gt;Days when I couldn't live my life without you &lt;br /&gt;Days go by and still I think of you &lt;br /&gt;Days when I couldn't live my life without you &lt;br /&gt;Without you &lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-5425394764669625431?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5425394764669625431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=5425394764669625431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5425394764669625431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5425394764669625431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/days-go-by.html' title='Days go by'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-2021823994493062750</id><published>2008-06-16T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:42:31.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O filho do recluso</title><content type='html'>Tem dias que ouvimos coisas que sao impensaveis, mas a verdade eh que alguem pensou mesmo nisso. Sera que isto pode ser considerado trabalho infantil? Este blog nem sempre escolhe o que ha de melhor, por vezes tem que aparecer umas coisas assim... pro amigo Mascarenhas e Pestana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0H8DVuETncc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0H8DVuETncc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O filho do recluso - Júlio Miguel e Lêninha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-2021823994493062750?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2021823994493062750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=2021823994493062750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/2021823994493062750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/2021823994493062750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-filho-do-recluso.html' title='O filho do recluso'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-8385599369794665492</id><published>2008-06-15T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:38:15.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The blue ocean</title><content type='html'>Hoje eh um dia especial, acabei o meu curso de mergulho e para fazer uma homenagem ao mar, eis uma musiquinha azulada. Deep blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VCwRbw22n9k&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VCwRbw22n9k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Blue Ocean - Eduardo Mourato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Desculpem mas nao encontro a letra em lado nenhum...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-8385599369794665492?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8385599369794665492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=8385599369794665492&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8385599369794665492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8385599369794665492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/blue-ocean.html' title='The blue ocean'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-3873434074757431605</id><published>2008-06-14T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:23:20.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love song</title><content type='html'>Ora ca esta uma musiquinha nova, alegre e simpatica. Para ouvir a sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wGUe6eOUNag&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wGUe6eOUNag&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Song - Sara Bareilles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Head under water,&lt;br /&gt;And they tell me to breathe easy for a while.&lt;br /&gt;The breathing gets harder, even I know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made room for me but it’s too soon to see,&lt;br /&gt;If I’m happy in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;I’m unusually hard to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank stares at blank pages.&lt;br /&gt;No easy way to say this.&lt;br /&gt;You mean well, but you make this hard on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you asked for it,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you need one, you see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you tell me it's, &lt;br /&gt;Make or breaking this.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re on your way,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;If all you have is leaving,&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna need a better reason to write you a love song today.&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned the hard way,&lt;br /&gt;That they all say things you want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;My heavy heart sinks deep down under you,&lt;br /&gt;And your twisted words, your help just hurts.&lt;br /&gt;You are not what I thought you were.&lt;br /&gt;Hello to high and dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convinced me to please you.&lt;br /&gt;Made me think that I need this too.&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to let you hear me as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you asked for it,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you need one, you see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you tell me it's, &lt;br /&gt;Make or breaking this.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re on your way,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;If all you have is leaving,&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna need a better reason to write you a love song today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll leave the light on,&lt;br /&gt;To help me see with daylight, my guide, gone.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I believe there's a way you can love me because I say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't write you a love song,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you asked for it,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you need one, you see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you tell me it's,&lt;br /&gt;Make or breaking this.&lt;br /&gt;Is that why you wanted a love song,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you asked for it,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you need one, you see.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not gonna write you a love song,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you tell me it's,&lt;br /&gt;Make or breaking this.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re on your way,&lt;br /&gt;I’m not gonna write you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is nowhere in it,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want it for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;Babe, I’ll walk the seven seas when I believe that there's a reason to,&lt;br /&gt;Write you a love song today.&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-3873434074757431605?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3873434074757431605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=3873434074757431605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3873434074757431605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3873434074757431605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-song.html' title='Love song'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-4961471778331703988</id><published>2008-06-13T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:31:15.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember you</title><content type='html'>Ora ca esta uma de que tinha muitas saudades... aos anos... ainda era teenager... como as coisas mudam. Esta nao mudou nada, infelizmente eu mudei... mas muito pouco. Devo ter espirito de rocker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AAk2eCQdTM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AAk2eCQdTM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember you - Skid Row&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woke up to the sound of pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;The wind would whisper and Id think of you&lt;br /&gt;And all the tears you cried, that called my name&lt;br /&gt;And when you needed me I came through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paint a picture of the days gone by&lt;br /&gt;When love went blind and you would make me see&lt;br /&gt;Id stare a lifetime into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;So that I knew you were there for me&lt;br /&gt;Time after time you were there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Love letters in the sand - I remember you&lt;br /&gt;Through the sleepless nights and every endless day&lt;br /&gt;Id wanna hear you say - I remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend the summer with the top rolled down&lt;br /&gt;Wished ever after would be like this&lt;br /&gt;You said I love you babe, without a sound&lt;br /&gt;I said Id give my life for just one kiss&lt;br /&gt;Id live for your smile and die for your kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Love letters in the sand - I remember you&lt;br /&gt;Through the sleepless nights and every endless day&lt;br /&gt;Id wanna hear you say - I remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weve had our share of hard times&lt;br /&gt;But thats the price we paid&lt;br /&gt;And through it all we kept the promise that we made&lt;br /&gt;I swear youll never be lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to the sound of pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Washed away a dream of you&lt;br /&gt;But nothing else could ever take you away&lt;br /&gt;cause youll always be my dream come true&lt;br /&gt;Oh my darling, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Love letters in the sand - I remember you&lt;br /&gt;Through the sleepless nights and every endless day&lt;br /&gt;Id wanna hear you say - I remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Love letters in the sand - I remember you&lt;br /&gt;Through the sleepless nights and every endless day&lt;br /&gt;Id wanna hear you say - I remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-4961471778331703988?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4961471778331703988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=4961471778331703988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4961471778331703988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4961471778331703988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-remember-you.html' title='I remember you'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-7825490406381263834</id><published>2008-06-12T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:06:22.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A brief case</title><content type='html'>Ora ca esta uma musica que ja tem muitos aninhos, lembro-me que era a musica de abertura de um programa de radio local sobre o rock n roll. Era assiduo desse programa. Hoje fica a musica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mc9G0KivPfA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mc9G0KivPfA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A brief case - Saga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-7825490406381263834?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7825490406381263834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=7825490406381263834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7825490406381263834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7825490406381263834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/brief-case.html' title='A brief case'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-8890756908080393008</id><published>2008-06-11T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:22:02.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfation</title><content type='html'>Sempre gostei deste tipo de videos... demonstrativos das ferramentas, em tom de catalogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4fJZ6DwmBXU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4fJZ6DwmBXU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Satisfation - Benny Benassi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-8890756908080393008?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8890756908080393008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=8890756908080393008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8890756908080393008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8890756908080393008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/satisfation.html' title='Satisfation'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-7772546165178878394</id><published>2008-06-10T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T17:19:38.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl's a singer</title><content type='html'>Ha musicas que remetem mesmo aquela parte da memoria que nem se sabe ao certo de onde vem, sei que cresci a ouvir isto. Hoje ouvi-a novamente e lembrei-me dela uma serie de vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQTnsT0d5SA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQTnsT0d5SA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pearl's a singer - Elkie Brooks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pearl's a singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stands up when she plays the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nightclub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl's a singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sings songs for the lost and lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her job is entertaining folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs and telling jokes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nightclub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl's a singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say that she once was a winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl's a singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say that she once cut a record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played it for a week or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the local radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never made it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to be Betty Grable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now she sits there at that beer stained table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of the things she never got to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those dreams that never came true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl's a singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stands up when she plays the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nightclub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl's a singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sings songs for the lost and the lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her job is entertaining folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs and telling jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nightclub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl's a singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stands up when she plays the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nightclub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl's a singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sings songs for the lost and the lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her job's entertaining folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs and telling jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nightclub....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-7772546165178878394?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7772546165178878394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=7772546165178878394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7772546165178878394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7772546165178878394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/pearls-singer.html' title='Pearl&apos;s a singer'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-3957276537221672383</id><published>2008-06-09T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:15:30.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Wing</title><content type='html'>Por tantas vezes me lembro desta musica que nao acho que seja errado que ela apareca aqui no blog por mais do que uma vez. Da primeira foi interpretada por uma banda, hoje por outra, e um dia destes ainda chegou ao original. Sempre bom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yx5y-Smq1WE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yx5y-Smq1WE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Wing - Skid Row (Jimi Hendrix)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well shes walking through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;With a circus mind thats running round&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies and zebras&lt;br /&gt;And moonbeams and fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;Thats all she ever thinks about&lt;br /&gt;Riding with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Im sad, she comes to me&lt;br /&gt;With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free&lt;br /&gt;Its alright she says its alright&lt;br /&gt;Take anything you want from me, anything&lt;br /&gt;Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly on little wing,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-3957276537221672383?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3957276537221672383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=3957276537221672383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3957276537221672383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3957276537221672383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-wing.html' title='Little Wing'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-8900027196516818459</id><published>2008-06-08T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T16:31:20.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rid of me</title><content type='html'>Poucas pessoas ha, que pudessem ocupar varios dias consecutivos um espaco neste blog. Esta senhora poderia figurar aqui durante muitos dias, a ela reconheco-lhe tanta qualidade que poucos vejo assim. Criativa, original, sem duvida a fazer o que gosta e o que melhor faz. Para revisitar sempre. Lick my lips as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/48GIaN7SrGU&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/48GIaN7SrGU&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;strong&gt;id of me - PJ Harvey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tie yourself to me&lt;br /&gt;No one else&lt;br /&gt;No, youre not rid of me&lt;br /&gt;Hmm youre not rid of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night and day I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Ah hah ay&lt;br /&gt;Hey, youre not rid of me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, youre not rid of me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, youre not rid of me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, youre not rid of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg you, my darling&lt;br /&gt;Dont leave me, Im hurting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick my legs Im on fire&lt;br /&gt;Lick my legs of desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill tie your legs&lt;br /&gt;Keep you against my chest&lt;br /&gt;Oh, youre not rid of me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, youre not rid of me&lt;br /&gt;Ill make you lick my injuries&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna twist your head off, see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till you say dont you wish you never never met her? &lt;br /&gt;Dont you dont you wish you never never met her? &lt;br /&gt;Dont you dont you wish you never never met her? &lt;br /&gt;Dont you dont you wish you never never met her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg you my darling&lt;br /&gt;Dont leave me, Im hurting&lt;br /&gt;Big lonely above everything&lt;br /&gt;Above everyday, Im hurting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick my legs, Im on fire&lt;br /&gt;Lick my legs of desire&lt;br /&gt;Lick my legs, Im on fire&lt;br /&gt;Lick my legs of desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, youre not rid of me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, youre not rid of me&lt;br /&gt;Ill make you lick my injuries&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna twist your head off, see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till you say dont you wish you never never met her&lt;br /&gt;Dont you dont you wish you never never met her&lt;br /&gt;Dont you dont you wish you never never met her&lt;br /&gt;Dont you dont you wish you never never met her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you dont you wish you never never met her&lt;br /&gt;(lick my legs Im on fire)&lt;br /&gt;Dont you dont you wish you never never met her&lt;br /&gt;(lick my legs of desire)&lt;br /&gt;Dont you dont you wish you never never met her&lt;br /&gt;(lick my legs Im on fire)&lt;br /&gt;Dont you dont you wish you never never met her&lt;br /&gt;(lick my legs of desire)&lt;br /&gt;Dont you dont you wish you never never met her&lt;br /&gt;(lick my legs Im on fire)&lt;br /&gt;Dont you dont you wish you never never met her&lt;br /&gt;(lick my legs of desire)&lt;br /&gt;Dont you dont you wish you never never met her&lt;br /&gt;(lick my legs Im on fire)&lt;br /&gt;Dont you dont you wish you never never met her&lt;br /&gt;(lick my legs of desire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick my legs Im on fire&lt;br /&gt;Lick my legs of desire&lt;br /&gt;Lick my legs Im on fire&lt;br /&gt;Lick my legs of desire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-8900027196516818459?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8900027196516818459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=8900027196516818459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8900027196516818459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8900027196516818459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/rid-of-me.html' title='Rid of me'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-437771943063192456</id><published>2008-06-07T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T16:09:46.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portuguesa</title><content type='html'>E hoje todos o cantavam a alto e bom som. Foi bonito. Deviamos canta-lo mais vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nYZEbePGrY4&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nYZEbePGrY4&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portuguesa -  Henrique Lopes de Mendonça e Alfredo Keil - Todo o pais por volta das 20 horas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heróis do mar, nobre povo,&lt;br /&gt;Nação valente, imortal, &lt;br /&gt;Levantai hoje de novo&lt;br /&gt;O esplendor de Portugal! &lt;br /&gt;Entre as brumas da memória, &lt;br /&gt;Ó Pátria sente-se a voz&lt;br /&gt;Dos teus egrégios avós, &lt;br /&gt;Que há-de guiar-te à vitória! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às armas, às armas! &lt;br /&gt;Sobre a terra, sobre o mar, &lt;br /&gt;Às armas, às armas! &lt;br /&gt;Pela Pátria lutar&lt;br /&gt;Contra os canhões marchar, marchar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desfralda a invicta Bandeira,&lt;br /&gt;À luz viva do teu céu!&lt;br /&gt;Brade a Europa à terra inteira:&lt;br /&gt;Portugal não pereceu&lt;br /&gt;Beija o solo teu jucundo&lt;br /&gt;O Oceano, a rugir d'amor,&lt;br /&gt;E teu braço vencedor&lt;br /&gt;Deu mundos novos ao Mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às armas, às armas! &lt;br /&gt;Sobre a terra, sobre o mar, &lt;br /&gt;Às armas, às armas! &lt;br /&gt;Pela Pátria lutar&lt;br /&gt;Contra os canhões marchar, marchar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudai o Sol que desponta&lt;br /&gt;Sobre um ridente porvir;&lt;br /&gt;Seja o eco de uma afronta&lt;br /&gt;O sinal do ressurgir.&lt;br /&gt;Raios dessa aurora forte&lt;br /&gt;São como beijos de mãe,&lt;br /&gt;Que nos guardam, nos sustêm,&lt;br /&gt;Contra as injúrias da sorte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às armas, às armas! &lt;br /&gt;Sobre a terra, sobre o mar, &lt;br /&gt;Às armas, às armas! &lt;br /&gt;Pela Pátria lutar&lt;br /&gt;Contra os canhões marchar, marchar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-437771943063192456?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/437771943063192456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=437771943063192456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/437771943063192456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/437771943063192456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/portuguesa.html' title='Portuguesa'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-7041052406387512177</id><published>2008-06-06T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:49:25.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstylin</title><content type='html'>Ta ai o weekend, e o calor ja se comeca a fazer sentir, o sabor das festas de verao ja anda no ar, e a malta anda toda pintarola... eh so style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rw2-LOjdQSs&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rw2-LOjdQSs&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Superstylin - Groove Armada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enter in the dance, Plug it in and we begin&lt;br /&gt;Crowd up in the center, They watch, Bede be dim&lt;br /&gt;Watch the way we drop it, in a mix time it&lt;br /&gt;Rise and amplifyin' when we come in with the swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just follow-in-da-back and naturally harmonizing&lt;br /&gt;Climb into position we synchronized thi-ngs&lt;br /&gt;Live from out da ghetto, We maximize it&lt;br /&gt;Sound of the Groove Armada, We Superstylin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Superstylin'...[2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Sometime...&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the pressure just unwind? Sometime...&lt;br /&gt;Sometime...&lt;br /&gt;Into the day and to the night, Sometime...&lt;br /&gt;Sometime...&lt;br /&gt;You can make a pressure just unwind, Sometime..&lt;br /&gt;Sometime...&lt;br /&gt;It's for your spirit and your mind, Sometime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how we drop it, on the up, on the line&lt;br /&gt;One time lyrics that must stick on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Pop a bass line, I'll go prop and provide&lt;br /&gt;My MC's supa, I'll go double on the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go double on the right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator, make da music play in time,&lt;br /&gt;Baby just recline,&lt;br /&gt;Worldwide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-7041052406387512177?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7041052406387512177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=7041052406387512177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7041052406387512177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7041052406387512177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/superstylin.html' title='Superstylin'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-3193488043589540741</id><published>2008-06-05T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:30:29.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikini girls with machine guns</title><content type='html'>Ha dias que so apetece mesmo ve-las de bikini, eh o verao a entrar... e o calor que faz, nem lhes passa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBo4wZmH0UQ&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBo4wZmH0UQ&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bikini girls with machine guns - the cramps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i been a drag racer on LSD, and i rode bare-assed on top of the shpinx, i even had a gorilla on the slopes of kismet, and man, that was fun for a while you bet but... [chorus:] bikini girls with machine guns, bikini girls with machine guns, that stuff will kill ya, it's loaded with fun, bikini girls with machine guns well i savored many foriegn kinds of delicacies, intoxicated til i can't tell what the hell i could see, had all the violence and liquor within close reach, but all bars, pills and threeways lead me back to the beach and... now they say that virtue is it's own reward, but when that surf comes in i'm gunna get my board, got my own ideas about the righteous kick, you can keep the rewards, i'd just as soon stay sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-3193488043589540741?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3193488043589540741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=3193488043589540741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3193488043589540741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3193488043589540741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/bikini-girls-with-machine-guns.html' title='Bikini girls with machine guns'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-1705571076735973410</id><published>2008-06-04T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:13:37.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky</title><content type='html'>As vezes tenho saudades dos tempos em que vivia na holanda... por la vi estes rapazitos ao vivo, cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mLA1wp1rLhs&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mLA1wp1rLhs&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rocky - Dog eat dog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just like the kid next door&lt;br /&gt;Still too young and immature&lt;br /&gt;You always seem to hang around&lt;br /&gt;When you're not wanted you're always found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you embarrass me (why me)&lt;br /&gt;So everyone can see (can see)&lt;br /&gt;Us duke it out on live TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Rocky, I hate to say&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would just go away&lt;br /&gt;Don't come back another day, OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Rocky, I hate to say&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would just go away&lt;br /&gt;Don't come back another day, OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you come here for&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be insecure&lt;br /&gt;It's about time that you went home&lt;br /&gt;So go away leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you embarrass me (why me)&lt;br /&gt;So everyone can see (can see)&lt;br /&gt;Us duke it out on live TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Rocky, I hate to say&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would just go away&lt;br /&gt;Don't come back another day, OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Rocky, I hate to say&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would just go away&lt;br /&gt;Don't come back another day, OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky, I hate to say&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would just go away&lt;br /&gt;Don't come back another day, OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Rocky, I hate to say&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would just go away&lt;br /&gt;Don't come back another day, OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-1705571076735973410?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1705571076735973410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=1705571076735973410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1705571076735973410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1705571076735973410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/rocky.html' title='Rocky'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-8256623459960041202</id><published>2008-06-03T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T11:24:42.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poly</title><content type='html'>e uns há que se fartam e perdem o juizo... mas também ha uns que fazem com que a gente perca o juizo. Há gente mesmo marada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbRD3qDoZqM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbRD3qDoZqM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Polly - Nirvana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Polly wants a cracker&lt;br /&gt;I think I should get off her first&lt;br /&gt;I think she wants some water&lt;br /&gt;To put out the blow torch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't me&lt;br /&gt;We have some seed&lt;br /&gt;Let me clip&lt;br /&gt;Your dirty wings&lt;br /&gt;Let me take a ride&lt;br /&gt;Don't cut yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want some help&lt;br /&gt;To please myself&lt;br /&gt;I've got some rope&lt;br /&gt;You have been told&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;br /&gt;I have been true&lt;br /&gt;Let me take a ride&lt;br /&gt;Don't cut yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want some help&lt;br /&gt;To please myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polly wants a cracker&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she would like some food&lt;br /&gt;She asks me to untie her&lt;br /&gt;A chase would be nice for a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't me&lt;br /&gt;We have some seed&lt;br /&gt;Let me clip&lt;br /&gt;Your dirty wings&lt;br /&gt;Let me take a ride&lt;br /&gt;Don't cut yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want some help&lt;br /&gt;To please myself&lt;br /&gt;I've got some rope&lt;br /&gt;You have been told&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;br /&gt;I have been true&lt;br /&gt;Let me take a ride&lt;br /&gt;Don't cut yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want some help&lt;br /&gt;To please myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polly said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polly says her back hurts&lt;br /&gt;And she's just as bored as me&lt;br /&gt;She caught me off my guard&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me, the will of instinct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't me&lt;br /&gt;We have some seed&lt;br /&gt;Let me clip&lt;br /&gt;Your dirty wings&lt;br /&gt;Let me take a ride&lt;br /&gt;Don't cut yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want some help&lt;br /&gt;To please myself&lt;br /&gt;I've got some rope&lt;br /&gt;You have been told&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;br /&gt;I have been true&lt;br /&gt;Let me take a ride&lt;br /&gt;Don't cut yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want some help&lt;br /&gt;To please myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-8256623459960041202?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8256623459960041202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=8256623459960041202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8256623459960041202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8256623459960041202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/poly.html' title='Poly'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-3643888791586575438</id><published>2008-06-02T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:34:30.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40 graus à sombra</title><content type='html'>E eis que dei por mim parado no tempo, onde estava nao sabia, mas as musicas soavam la ao fundo e ao me aproximar era isto que tocava, estava um calor infernal... sera o verao a querer chegar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VdHeFbXxAjs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VdHeFbXxAjs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40 graus à sombra - Radar Kadafi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No fundo da avenida&lt;br /&gt;Bebendo um capilé&lt;br /&gt;Quarenta graus à sombra&lt;br /&gt;Nas mesas do café&lt;br /&gt;E aquela rapariga&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei o que dizer&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer&lt;br /&gt;O que dizer&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aihaiah&lt;br /&gt;Mediterrâneo agosto&lt;br /&gt;Em pleno verão&lt;br /&gt;Aihaiah&lt;br /&gt;O sol a pino e eu faço&lt;br /&gt;Uma revolução&lt;br /&gt;Aihaiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte um navio&lt;br /&gt;Desce a maré&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o céu vermelho&lt;br /&gt;Tomara que estivesse a arder&lt;br /&gt;E aquela rapariga&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei o que dizer&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer&lt;br /&gt;O que dizer&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aihaiah&lt;br /&gt;Mediterrâneo agosto&lt;br /&gt;Em pleno verão&lt;br /&gt;Aihaiah&lt;br /&gt;O sol a pino e eu faço&lt;br /&gt;Uma revolução&lt;br /&gt;Aihaiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só te quero a ti&lt;br /&gt;Eu só te quero para mim&lt;br /&gt;Agosto aqui para mim&lt;br /&gt;Só ter um fim&lt;br /&gt;É ter-te a ti&lt;br /&gt;Só para mim&lt;br /&gt;Agosto aqui&lt;br /&gt;Só para mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-3643888791586575438?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3643888791586575438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=3643888791586575438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3643888791586575438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3643888791586575438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/40-graus-sombra.html' title='40 graus à sombra'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-8794732210257280356</id><published>2008-06-01T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:29:26.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavalos de corrida</title><content type='html'>E eis que em portugal surgia um jim morrison, meio fora do tempo, meio fora do estilo, meio fora de tudo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/usd45n7Mm98&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/usd45n7Mm98&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cavalos de corrida - UHF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora é que a corrida estoirou, e os animais se lançam num esforço &lt;br /&gt;Agora é que todos eles aplaudem, a violência em jogo &lt;br /&gt;Agora é que eles picam os cavalos, violando todas as leis &lt;br /&gt;Agora é que eles passam ao assalto e fazem-no por qualquer preço &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, agora, agora, agora, tu és um cavalo de corrida &lt;br /&gt;Agora, agora, agora, agora, tu és um cavalo de corrida &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é que a vida passa num flash e o paraíso é além &lt;br /&gt;Agora é que o filme deste massacre é a rotina Zé Ninguém &lt;br /&gt;Agora é que perdeste o juízo, a jogar esta cartada &lt;br /&gt;Agora é que galopas já ferido, procurando abrir passagem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, agora, agora, agora tu és um cavalo de corrida &lt;br /&gt;Agora, agora, agora, agora tu és um cavalo de corrida, eh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-8794732210257280356?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8794732210257280356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=8794732210257280356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8794732210257280356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8794732210257280356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/cavalos-de-corrida.html' title='Cavalos de corrida'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-766697852633972391</id><published>2008-05-31T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T05:07:47.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends will be friends</title><content type='html'>Ha dias que a nos lembramos dos outros que sao os nossos amigos, e mais do que nos lembrar-mos eh termos a oportunidade de passar um serao com eles. Esta eh para todos os meus amigos, os que me vou lembrando mas que nem sempre posso estar com eles, e os que teem paciencia para me aturar mais frequentemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuxS-9t3tnY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuxS-9t3tnY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends will be friends - Queen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another red letter day&lt;br /&gt;So the pound has dropped and the children are creating&lt;br /&gt;The other half ran away&lt;br /&gt;Taking all the cash and leaving you with the lumber&lt;br /&gt;Got a pain in the chest&lt;br /&gt;Doctors on strike what you need is a rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy love but youve got friends you can trust&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends&lt;br /&gt;When youre in need of love they give you care and attention&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends&lt;br /&gt;When youre through with life and all hope is lost&lt;br /&gt;Hold out your hands cos friends will be friends right till the&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;The postman delivered a letter from your lover&lt;br /&gt;Only a phone call away&lt;br /&gt;You tried to track him down but somebody stole his number&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact&lt;br /&gt;Youre getting used to life without him in your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so easy love cos you got friends you can trust&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends&lt;br /&gt;When youre in need of love they give you care and attention&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends&lt;br /&gt;When youre through with life and all hope is lost&lt;br /&gt;Hold out your hands cos friends will be friends right till the&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so easy love cos you got friends you can trust&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends&lt;br /&gt;When youre in need of love they give you care and attention&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends&lt;br /&gt;When youre through with life and all hope is lost&lt;br /&gt;Hold out your hands cos friends will be friends right till the&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends&lt;br /&gt;When youre in need of love they give you care and attention&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends&lt;br /&gt;When youre through with life and all hope is lost&lt;br /&gt;Hold out your hands cos right till the end-&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-766697852633972391?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/766697852633972391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=766697852633972391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/766697852633972391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/766697852633972391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends-will-be-friends.html' title='Friends will be friends'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-6724218921011070198</id><published>2008-05-30T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T17:46:14.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patchouly</title><content type='html'>Ha coisas que ja comecam a cheirar mal, e por falar em cheiros, esta musica cheira-me a teenager... ao meu tempo de teenager.&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma do bau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UDKFOdpy5yA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UDKFOdpy5yA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patchouly - Grupo de Baile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ai que bem cheiras, que bem cheiras dos sovacos, &lt;br /&gt;as meias rotas e os sapatos descascados,&lt;br /&gt;Nas avenidas ainda fazes os teu engates, &lt;br /&gt;e tudo graças ao perfume Patchouly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo oo ooh (4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas miúdas das escolas secundárias, &lt;br /&gt;com cheiro a leite e o soquete bom a ...., &lt;br /&gt;ficam maradas com o teu charme perfumado, &lt;br /&gt;o teu perfume Patchouly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo oo ooh (4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas míudas das escolas secundárias&lt;br /&gt;já fumam ganzas na paragem do eléctrico, &lt;br /&gt;como essas barbas com + mousse que pentelho, &lt;br /&gt;dobram-se em duas quando estão ao pé de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo oo ooh (4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque elas gostam de te ver e cheirar&lt;br /&gt;o teu perfume Patchouly (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-6724218921011070198?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6724218921011070198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=6724218921011070198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/6724218921011070198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/6724218921011070198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/patchouly.html' title='Patchouly'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-2101392945106457730</id><published>2008-05-29T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T17:36:15.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida de cao</title><content type='html'>Ultimamente tem sido assim, uma verdadeira vida de cao, o que me fez lembrar estes ilustres senhores e o que me diverti ja com eles. Para divertir... basta por alto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LrKHM1LvwQw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LrKHM1LvwQw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vida de cao - Ena pa 2000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vida de cão&lt;br /&gt;Dormir com pulgas no colchão,&lt;br /&gt;Vida de cão&lt;br /&gt;Lamber as botas ao patrão,&lt;br /&gt;Viver da televisão,&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhar na construção&lt;br /&gt;E ao domingo,&lt;br /&gt;Ir com um puta para a pensão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida de cão&lt;br /&gt;É nao puder dizer que não,&lt;br /&gt;Vida de cão&lt;br /&gt;É encontrar um porcalhão,&lt;br /&gt;Comer merda em vez de pão,&lt;br /&gt;Engordar o tubarão&lt;br /&gt;E ao domingo,&lt;br /&gt;Beber tinto do garrafão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida de cão&lt;br /&gt;Viver à vista de tesão,&lt;br /&gt;Vida de cão&lt;br /&gt;É desabar no alcatrão,&lt;br /&gt;Escorregar num cagalhão,&lt;br /&gt;Bater com as trombas no chão,&lt;br /&gt;E ainda por cima...&lt;br /&gt;Foda-se,&lt;br /&gt;Ser esmagado por um camião!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-2101392945106457730?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2101392945106457730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=2101392945106457730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/2101392945106457730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/2101392945106457730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/vida-de-cao.html' title='Vida de cao'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-6701630460905782260</id><published>2008-05-28T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T16:06:37.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living on a prayer</title><content type='html'>E quem nao se lembra... deixa sempre saudades... quanto mais tempo passa mais deixa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nE11Zrrp24I&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nE11Zrrp24I&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living on a prayer - Bon Jovi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;Not so long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy used to work on the docks&lt;br /&gt;Unions been on strike&lt;br /&gt;Hes down on his luck...its tough, so tough&lt;br /&gt;Gina works the diner all day&lt;br /&gt;Working for her man, she brings home her pay&lt;br /&gt;For love - for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says weve got to hold on to what weve got&lt;br /&gt;cause it doesnt make a difference&lt;br /&gt;If we make it or not&lt;br /&gt;Weve got each other and thats a lot&lt;br /&gt;For love - well give it a shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Whooah, were half way there&lt;br /&gt;Livin on a prayer&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and well make it - I swear&lt;br /&gt;Livin on a prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommys got his six string in hock&lt;br /&gt;Now hes holding in what he used&lt;br /&gt;To make it talk - so tough, its tough&lt;br /&gt;Gina dreams of running away&lt;br /&gt;When she cries in the night&lt;br /&gt;Tommy whispers baby its okay, someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weve got to hold on to what weve got&lt;br /&gt;cause it doesnt make a difference&lt;br /&gt;If we make it or not&lt;br /&gt;Weve got each other and thats a lot&lt;br /&gt;For love - well give it a shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weve got to hold on ready or not&lt;br /&gt;You live for the fight when its all that youve got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-6701630460905782260?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6701630460905782260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=6701630460905782260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/6701630460905782260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/6701630460905782260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/living-on-prayer.html' title='Living on a prayer'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-4094108027266552495</id><published>2008-05-27T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T16:11:20.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbly</title><content type='html'>Ora cá está uma musiquinha Zen, mais uma vez sem stress, sem pressa, sem chatisses, tipo domingo saudoso a meio da semana que ainda nem chegou a meio. Isto pede férias, só pode ser isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oBYfabGHTrM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oBYfabGHTrM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bubbly - Colbie Caillat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you count me in?&lt;br /&gt;I've been awake for a while now&lt;br /&gt;you've got me feelin like a child now&lt;br /&gt;cause every time I see your bubbly face&lt;br /&gt;I get the tinglies in a silly place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;and I crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;where ever it goes I always know&lt;br /&gt;that you make me smile &lt;br /&gt;please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;just take your time &lt;br /&gt;where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is fallin on my window pane&lt;br /&gt;but we are hidin in a safer place&lt;br /&gt;under covers stayin dry *(safe) and warm&lt;br /&gt;you give me feelins that I adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;make me crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;where ever it goes&lt;br /&gt;i always know&lt;br /&gt;that you make me smile &lt;br /&gt;please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;just take your time &lt;br /&gt;where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna say&lt;br /&gt;when you make me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;I just........mmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;make me crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;where ever it goes&lt;br /&gt;i always know&lt;br /&gt;that you make me smile &lt;br /&gt;please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;just take your time &lt;br /&gt;where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asleep for a while now&lt;br /&gt;You tucked me in just like a child now&lt;br /&gt;Cause every time you hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I lose all control &lt;br /&gt;When you kiss my nose&lt;br /&gt;The feelin shows&lt;br /&gt;Cause you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Baby just take your time now&lt;br /&gt;Holdin me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where ever, where ever, where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;Where ever, where ever, where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;Where ever you go, I'll always know&lt;br /&gt;Cause you make me smile here, just for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-4094108027266552495?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4094108027266552495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=4094108027266552495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4094108027266552495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4094108027266552495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/ora-c-est-uma-musiquinha-zen-mais-uma.html' title='Bubbly'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-4774754246463966378</id><published>2008-05-26T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:58:15.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and stare</title><content type='html'>Por vezes nada como parar um bocadinho para nos situarmos na vida, faz falta, um pouco de introspeccao. Tenho a certeza que vou na direccao certa, pelo menos sinto que sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mg6VXicZIQg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mg6VXicZIQg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop and stare - One Republic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us &lt;br /&gt;It's time to make our move, I'm shakin off the rust &lt;br /&gt;I've got my heart set on anywhere but here &lt;br /&gt;I'm staring down myself, counting up the years &lt;br /&gt;Steady hands, just take the wheel... &lt;br /&gt;And every glance is killing me &lt;br /&gt;Time to make one last appeal... for the life I lead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere &lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared &lt;br /&gt;But I've become what I can't be, oh &lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare &lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there &lt;br /&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair &lt;br /&gt;But fair ain't what you really need &lt;br /&gt;Oh, can u see what I see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're tryin to come back, all my senses push &lt;br /&gt;Un-tie the weight bags, I never thought I could... &lt;br /&gt;Steady feet, don't fail me now &lt;br /&gt;Gonna run till you can't walk &lt;br /&gt;But something pulls my focus out &lt;br /&gt;And I'm standing down... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere &lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared &lt;br /&gt;But I've become what I can't be, oh &lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare &lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder why you're here not there &lt;br /&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair &lt;br /&gt;But fair ain't what you really need &lt;br /&gt;Oh, you don't need &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What u need, what u need... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere &lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared &lt;br /&gt;But I've become what I can't be &lt;br /&gt;Oh, do u see what I see... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-4774754246463966378?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4774754246463966378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=4774754246463966378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4774754246463966378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4774754246463966378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/stop-and-stare.html' title='Stop and stare'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-3054540049318834692</id><published>2008-05-25T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:53:35.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Girls</title><content type='html'>Musiquinha boa onda, sem stress, positiva, sabe mesmo a domingo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8omaXy6rJ8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8omaXy6rJ8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New York Girls - Matt White&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was a lonely man,&lt;br /&gt;Almost twenty-five,&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;At some point in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Met this girl we dated,&lt;br /&gt;she was such a freak,&lt;br /&gt;Kept asking me when I'd call, &lt;br /&gt;I told her umm next week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these things I are true about you&lt;br /&gt;All of these things I want to do to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey man I feel alright,&lt;br /&gt;These New York girls are crazy,&lt;br /&gt;They look so good and they taste so fine,&lt;br /&gt;These New York girls are crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Save me, Save me,&lt;br /&gt;These New York girls are crazy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, Save me, Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I should give it up,&lt;br /&gt;Go out to LA,&lt;br /&gt;I heard those blonde hair girls live there lives a different way,&lt;br /&gt;I found me this hottie girl we were drinking all night long,&lt;br /&gt;and talking about all things she flashed me her red thong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these things I are true about you&lt;br /&gt;All of these things I want to do to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey man I feel alright,&lt;br /&gt;These New York girls are crazy,&lt;br /&gt;They look so good and they taste so fine,&lt;br /&gt;These New York girls are crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Save me, Save me,&lt;br /&gt;These New York girls are crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, Save me, Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-3054540049318834692?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3054540049318834692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=3054540049318834692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3054540049318834692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3054540049318834692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-york-girls.html' title='New York Girls'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-3743346684945563537</id><published>2008-05-24T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:25:56.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a miracle</title><content type='html'>Entre um perfume e outro, embriagado pelos cheiros, sentia uma vontade enorme de dancar. Esta musica pairava no ar como que uma essencia, estranho, nao me saiu mais do ouvido. Exorcismo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X9MItHBr6RI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X9MItHBr6RI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need a miracle - Fragma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're gonna save the day&lt;br /&gt;And you're hearin' what I say &lt;br /&gt;I feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss, it's not enough &lt;br /&gt;And if you believe in me &lt;br /&gt;Don't think my love's not for real&lt;br /&gt;I won't take nothin' less then a deeper love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you &lt;br /&gt;You, no I,&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle &lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Its more physical than &lt;br /&gt;What I need to feel from you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you understand&lt;br /&gt;And you'll take me as I am&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be the one to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought no one cared&lt;br /&gt;You're the answer to my prayer&lt;br /&gt;You lift my spirits high&lt;br /&gt;Come on and rescue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-3743346684945563537?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3743346684945563537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=3743346684945563537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3743346684945563537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3743346684945563537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-miracle.html' title='I need a miracle'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-8872293473474589519</id><published>2008-05-23T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T18:14:22.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise me</title><content type='html'>Hoje andei com esta musica na minha cabeca por montes de tempo, agora esta a ser exorcisada.&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me lembrar qualquer coisa de bom quando era pequenito, nao sei ao certo o que, nem quando nem como, mas faz-me sentir bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jr3U6D_J79I&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jr3U6D_J79I&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promise me - Beverly Craven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You light up another cigarette&lt;br /&gt;And I pour the wine&lt;br /&gt;It’s four o’clock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And it’s starting to get light&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m right where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Losing track of time&lt;br /&gt;But I wish that it was still last night&lt;br /&gt;You look like you’re in another world&lt;br /&gt;But I can read your mind&lt;br /&gt;How can you be so far away&lt;br /&gt;Lying by my side&lt;br /&gt;When I go away I’ll miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I will be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Every night and day just ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you’ll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;’cos I’ll be saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;And I will be home soon&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you’ll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;I need to know you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be home, I’ll be home soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go away I’ll miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I will be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Every night and day just ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you’ll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;’cos I’ll be saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;And I will be home soon&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you’ll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;I need to know you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be home, I’ll be home soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you’ll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;’cos I’ll be saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;And I will be home soon&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you’ll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;I need to know you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be home, I’ll be home soon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-8872293473474589519?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8872293473474589519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=8872293473474589519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8872293473474589519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8872293473474589519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/promise-me.html' title='Promise me'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-6490617597326814547</id><published>2008-05-22T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:53:17.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked game</title><content type='html'>Musiquinha cool para um dia passado em casa, relax, boa onda, sem stress. Para ouvir em qualquer boa altura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XXmlJQN5Pm8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XXmlJQN5Pm8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wicked game - Chris Isaak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world was on fire &lt;br /&gt;No one could save me but you. &lt;br /&gt;Strange what desire will make foolish people do &lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you &lt;br /&gt;And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want to fall in love &lt;br /&gt;[This love is only gonna break your heart] &lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want to fall in love &lt;br /&gt;[This love is only gonna break your heart] &lt;br /&gt;With you &lt;br /&gt;With you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wicked game you play &lt;br /&gt;To make me feel this way &lt;br /&gt;What a wicked thing to do &lt;br /&gt;To let me dream of you &lt;br /&gt;What a wicked thing to say &lt;br /&gt;You never felt this way &lt;br /&gt;What a wicked thing to do &lt;br /&gt;To make me dream of you &lt;br /&gt;v And I don't wanna fall in love &lt;br /&gt;[This love is only gonna break your heart] &lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to fall in love &lt;br /&gt;[This love is only gonna break your heart] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{World was on fire &lt;br /&gt;No one could save me but you &lt;br /&gt;Strange what desire will make foolish people do &lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you &lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't wanna fall in love &lt;br /&gt;[This love is only gonna break your heart &lt;br /&gt;No I don't wanna fall in love &lt;br /&gt;[This love is only gonna break your heart] &lt;br /&gt;With you &lt;br /&gt;With you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody loves no one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-6490617597326814547?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6490617597326814547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=6490617597326814547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/6490617597326814547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/6490617597326814547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/chris-isaak.html' title='Wicked game'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-2961431910139902082</id><published>2008-05-21T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:55:01.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a haircut</title><content type='html'>e esta na altura de ir cortar o cabelo, ja comeco a parecer um ciganito desses de alcofa. Cabelo e barba por favor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOCDoKsXjP0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOCDoKsXjP0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get a Haircut - George Thorogoog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was a rebel from the day i left school&lt;br /&gt;Grew my hair long and broke all the rules&lt;br /&gt;I'd sit and listen to my records all day&lt;br /&gt;With big ambitions of where i could play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents taught me what life was about&lt;br /&gt;So i grew up the type they warned me about&lt;br /&gt;They said my friends were just an unruly mob&lt;br /&gt;And i should get a haircut and get a real job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a haircut and get a real job&lt;br /&gt;Clean your act up and don't be a slob&lt;br /&gt;Get it together like your big brother bob&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you get a haircut and get a real job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even tried that 9 to 5 scene&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that it was all a bad dream&lt;br /&gt;I found a band and some good songs to play&lt;br /&gt;And now I party all night, I sleep all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this chick she was my No.1 fan&lt;br /&gt;She took me home to meet her mommy and dad&lt;br /&gt;They took one look at me and said ("oh my god")&lt;br /&gt;Get a haircut and get a real job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a real job, why don't you get a real job&lt;br /&gt;Get a real job, why don't you get a real job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit the big time with my rock 'n' roll band&lt;br /&gt;The future's brighter now than I'd ever planned&lt;br /&gt;I'm ten times richer than my big brother bob&lt;br /&gt;And he, he's got a haircut he's got a real job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you get a haircut and get a real job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even tried that 9 to 5 scene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-2961431910139902082?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2961431910139902082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=2961431910139902082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/2961431910139902082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/2961431910139902082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/get-haircut.html' title='Get a haircut'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-1021494346997891881</id><published>2008-05-20T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:56:28.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone daddy gone</title><content type='html'>Ha uns dias que ando com esta musica na cabeca... fica, nao fica?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZXhlwYOyLw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZXhlwYOyLw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone daddy gone - Violent Femmes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful girl lovely dress&lt;br /&gt;High school smiles oh yes&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful girl lovely dress&lt;br /&gt;Where she is now I can only guess&lt;br /&gt;Cause its gone daddy gone&lt;br /&gt;Your love is gone&lt;br /&gt;Gone daddy gone&lt;br /&gt;The love is gone away&lt;br /&gt;When I see you&lt;br /&gt;Eyes will turn blue&lt;br /&gt;When I see you&lt;br /&gt;Thousand eyes turnin blue&lt;br /&gt;Tell by the way you that you switch and walk&lt;br /&gt;I can see by the way that you baby talk&lt;br /&gt;I can know by the way you treat your man&lt;br /&gt;I can love you baby til its a cryin&lt;br /&gt;Beatiful girl lovely dress&lt;br /&gt;15 smiles oh yes&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful girl lovely dress&lt;br /&gt;Where she is now I can only guess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-1021494346997891881?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1021494346997891881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=1021494346997891881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1021494346997891881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1021494346997891881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/gone-daddy-gone.html' title='Gone daddy gone'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-703293765656458999</id><published>2008-05-19T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:37:19.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock your ass</title><content type='html'>E hoje apetecia-me novamente acelarar, ir passear, por estradas nunca antes navegadas, e por ai fora, ao som desta musica. Once again, very loud please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ckR_ZlPUYpE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ckR_ZlPUYpE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock your ass - Supersuckers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from the arizona heat &lt;br /&gt;and a raw side on the street&lt;br /&gt;through the smoke and all the beers&lt;br /&gt;I've been doin' it for years&lt;br /&gt;and I think it's understood&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't stop it if I could&lt;br /&gt;yeah but each and everyday &lt;br /&gt;I hear motheruckers sayin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I ready&lt;br /&gt;(are you ready)&lt;br /&gt;yes I'm ready as you bet&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna rock your ass steady&lt;br /&gt;are you ready&lt;br /&gt;(yes we're ready)&lt;br /&gt;then grab a drink and chug a lug&lt;br /&gt;have some sex and take some drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know the time is now&lt;br /&gt;that is why and this is how&lt;br /&gt;we can keep it all so real&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly how you feel&lt;br /&gt;you need a man to bust it out&lt;br /&gt;that's what I'm all about&lt;br /&gt;I got the tools for the task&lt;br /&gt;there is no need to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;(are you ready)&lt;br /&gt;I said I'm ready &lt;br /&gt;yeah I'm eddie&lt;br /&gt;yeah I'll rock your ass steady&lt;br /&gt;are you ready&lt;br /&gt;(yes we're ready)&lt;br /&gt;then grab a drink and chug a lug&lt;br /&gt;have some sex and take some drugs, alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday someone will ask&lt;br /&gt;yeah this one's for the kids&lt;br /&gt;well if you look back on the days&lt;br /&gt;and they ain't got time to waste&lt;br /&gt;with that mopey dopey shit &lt;br /&gt;so cut the crap and bring the hits&lt;br /&gt;and everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;all the motherfuckers know&lt;br /&gt;that I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you ready&lt;br /&gt;I said I'm Eddie Spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;here to rock your ass steady&lt;br /&gt;are you ready&lt;br /&gt;(yes we're ready)&lt;br /&gt;then grab a drink and chug a lug&lt;br /&gt;have some sex and take some drugs, alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright now, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch out here I come now (yeah, he's gonna rock your ass)&lt;br /&gt;I said now watch out here I come (yeah, he's gonna rock your ass)&lt;br /&gt;watch out here I come honey (yeah, he's gonna rock your ass)&lt;br /&gt;watch out here I come now, alright (yeah, he's gonna rock your ass) &lt;br /&gt;rock your ass&lt;br /&gt;rock your ass now&lt;br /&gt;rock your ass&lt;br /&gt;rock ass now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-703293765656458999?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/703293765656458999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=703293765656458999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/703293765656458999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/703293765656458999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/rock-your-ass.html' title='Rock your ass'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-2129070125950469550</id><published>2008-05-18T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T07:05:50.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like that</title><content type='html'>Hoje tou numa de old school, saudoso dos verdadeiros mestres. Check this out, loud please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsBfPhtSWl8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsBfPhtSWl8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's like that - Run DMC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Run] &lt;br /&gt;Unemployment at a record highs &lt;br /&gt;People coming, people going, people born to die &lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me, because I don't know why &lt;br /&gt;But it's like that, and that's the way it is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[D.M.C.] &lt;br /&gt;People in the world tryin to make ends meet &lt;br /&gt;You try to ride car, train, bus, or feet &lt;br /&gt;I said you got to work hard, you want to compete &lt;br /&gt;It's like that, and that's the way it is &lt;br /&gt;Huh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Run &amp; D.M.C. alternate lines for the remainder of the song] &lt;br /&gt;Money is the key to end all your woes &lt;br /&gt;Your ups, your downs, your highs and your lows &lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me the last time that love bought you clothes? &lt;br /&gt;It's like that, and that's the way it is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bills rise higher every day &lt;br /&gt;We receive much lower pay &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather stay young, go out and play &lt;br /&gt;It's like that, and that's the way it is &lt;br /&gt;Huh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wars going on across the sea &lt;br /&gt;Street soldiers killing the elderly &lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to unity? &lt;br /&gt;It's like that, and that's the way it is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disillusion is the word &lt;br /&gt;That's used by me when I'm not heard &lt;br /&gt;I just go through life with my glasses blurred &lt;br /&gt;It's like that, and that's the way it is &lt;br /&gt;Huh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see a lot in this lifespan &lt;br /&gt;Like a bum eating out of a garbage can &lt;br /&gt;You noticed one time he was your man &lt;br /&gt;It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have gone to school, you could've learned a trade &lt;br /&gt;But you laid in the bed where the bums have laid &lt;br /&gt;Now all the time you're crying that you're underpaid &lt;br /&gt;It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is &lt;br /&gt;Huh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know is that life is short &lt;br /&gt;So listen up homeboy, give this a thought &lt;br /&gt;The next time someone's teaching why don't you get taught? &lt;br /&gt;It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really think about it times aren't that bad &lt;br /&gt;The one that flexes with successes will make you glad &lt;br /&gt;Stop playing start praying, you won't be sad &lt;br /&gt;It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is &lt;br /&gt;Huh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel you fail sometimes it hurts &lt;br /&gt;For a meaning in life is why you search &lt;br /&gt;Take the bus or the train, drive to school or the church &lt;br /&gt;It's like that, and that's the way it is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another point in life you should not miss &lt;br /&gt;Do not be a fool who's prejudiced&lt;br /&gt;Because we're all written down on the same list &lt;br /&gt;It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is &lt;br /&gt;Huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's like that, and that's the way it is &lt;br /&gt;Because it's like that, and that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat these lines til fade]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-2129070125950469550?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-945253507870659542</id><published>2008-05-17T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T08:07:45.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mediate</title><content type='html'>As diferencas de pressao da-me para estas coisas , estas musicas estranhas e loucas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/syuxasimWZ8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/syuxasimWZ8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mediate - Inxs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hallucinate&lt;br /&gt;Dessegregate&lt;br /&gt;Mediate&lt;br /&gt;Alleviate&lt;br /&gt;Try not to hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your mate&lt;br /&gt;Don't suffocate on your own hate&lt;br /&gt;Designate your love as fate&lt;br /&gt;A one world state&lt;br /&gt;As human freight&lt;br /&gt;The number eight&lt;br /&gt;A white black state&lt;br /&gt;A gentle trait&lt;br /&gt;The broken crate&lt;br /&gt;A heavy weight&lt;br /&gt;Or just too late&lt;br /&gt;Like pretty Kate has sex ornate&lt;br /&gt;Now devastate&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate&lt;br /&gt;Depreciate&lt;br /&gt;Fabricate&lt;br /&gt;Emulate&lt;br /&gt;The truth dilate&lt;br /&gt;Special date&lt;br /&gt;The animal we ate&lt;br /&gt;Guilt debate&lt;br /&gt;The edge serrate&lt;br /&gt;A better rate&lt;br /&gt;The youth irate&lt;br /&gt;Deliberate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinate&lt;br /&gt;Deviate&lt;br /&gt;Reinstate&lt;br /&gt;Liberate&lt;br /&gt;To moderate&lt;br /&gt;Recreate&lt;br /&gt;Or detonate&lt;br /&gt;Annihiliate&lt;br /&gt;Atomic fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mediate&lt;br /&gt;Clear the state&lt;br /&gt;Activate&lt;br /&gt;Now radiate&lt;br /&gt;A perfect state&lt;br /&gt;Food on plate&lt;br /&gt;Gravitate&lt;br /&gt;The Earth's own weight&lt;br /&gt;Designate your love as fate&lt;br /&gt;At ninety-eight we all rotate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallucinate&lt;br /&gt;Dessegregate&lt;br /&gt;Mediate&lt;br /&gt;Alleviate&lt;br /&gt;Try not to hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your mate&lt;br /&gt;Don't suffocate on your own hate&lt;br /&gt;Designate your love as fate&lt;br /&gt;A one world state&lt;br /&gt;As human freight&lt;br /&gt;The number eight&lt;br /&gt;A white black state&lt;br /&gt;A gentle trait&lt;br /&gt;The broken crate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heavy weight&lt;br /&gt;Or just too late&lt;br /&gt;Like pretty Kate has sex ornate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now devastate&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate&lt;br /&gt;Depreciate&lt;br /&gt;Fabricate&lt;br /&gt;Emulate&lt;br /&gt;The truth dilate&lt;br /&gt;Special date&lt;br /&gt;The animals we ate&lt;br /&gt;Guilt debate&lt;br /&gt;The edge serrate&lt;br /&gt;A better rate&lt;br /&gt;The youth irate&lt;br /&gt;Deliberate&lt;br /&gt;Fascinate&lt;br /&gt;Deviate&lt;br /&gt;Reinstate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberate&lt;br /&gt;Liberate&lt;br /&gt;Liberate&lt;br /&gt;Liberate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-945253507870659542?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/945253507870659542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=945253507870659542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/945253507870659542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/945253507870659542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/mediate.html' title='Mediate'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-215710590991647005</id><published>2008-05-16T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:59:22.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>Durante muito tempo andei sempre com musicos, malta que tocava, geniais por sinal, mas vivemos no pais que vivemos e a genialidade pouco conta. Estes nao sao muito diferente dos meus amigos, tambem eles geniais. Esta sera dedicada a todos os meus amigos geniais com quem passo cada vez menos tempo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyBCZ8WSNzI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyBCZ8WSNzI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken - Mother Tongue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Broken, she said&lt;br /&gt;Like a wing&lt;br /&gt;Like a prayer&lt;br /&gt;It's in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image selector&lt;br /&gt;You're a reflector&lt;br /&gt;Electric spectre&lt;br /&gt;A non-protector&lt;br /&gt;Surrogate 'live'er&lt;br /&gt;See dirt in a river&lt;br /&gt;Press the remote&lt;br /&gt;Got your video dope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuron Suppression&lt;br /&gt;Signal Receiver&lt;br /&gt;Fights your depression&lt;br /&gt;You're a believer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-215710590991647005?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/215710590991647005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=215710590991647005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/215710590991647005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/215710590991647005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-2634738581585425809</id><published>2008-05-15T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:22:54.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justify my love</title><content type='html'>Sentia um calor a percorrer o corpo, visitava sensações desconhecidas, respirava ofegantemente, e a luz era pouca. Não estava sozinho, mas sentia um misto de excitação e panico...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7sITldHmGo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7sITldHmGo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justify my love - Madonna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna kiss you in Paris&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand in Rome&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run naked in a rainstorm&lt;br /&gt;Make love in a train cross-country&lt;br /&gt;You put this in me&lt;br /&gt;So now what, so now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting, needing, waiting&lt;br /&gt;For you to justify my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping, praying&lt;br /&gt;For you to justify my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know you&lt;br /&gt;Not like that&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be your mother&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be your sister either&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be your lover&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have your baby&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, that's right, kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearning, burning&lt;br /&gt;For you to justify my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;What are you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me -- tell me your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Am I in them?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your fears&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your stories&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid of who you are&lt;br /&gt;We can fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor is the man&lt;br /&gt;Whose pleasures depend&lt;br /&gt;On the permission of another&lt;br /&gt;Love me, that's right, love me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm open and ready&lt;br /&gt;For you to justify my love&lt;br /&gt;To justify my love&lt;br /&gt;Wanting, to justify&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, to justify my love&lt;br /&gt;Praying, to justify&lt;br /&gt;To justify my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm open, to justify my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-2634738581585425809?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2634738581585425809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=2634738581585425809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/2634738581585425809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/2634738581585425809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/justify-my-love.html' title='Justify my love'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-9169123634931022559</id><published>2008-05-14T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:20:28.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it off</title><content type='html'>Tou farto de musicas lamechas, tou farto de musica a metro, tou farto da radio comercial, e da antena 3 com musicas a fingir que são musicas a metro, de pseudo bandas, de pseudo intelectuais, ou até mesmo de intelectuais, tou farto de tanta coisa que cada vez gosto mais disto. Rockzinho punho e duro, rebelde, e ainda por cima tocado por gajas. Lindo, bem alto por favor! e se não gosta, mude de canal, vá passear o cão, ou vá-se embora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iiXhSWig_x0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iiXhSWig_x0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take it off - The Donnas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm on my second drink&lt;br /&gt;But I've had a few before...&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' hard to think&lt;br /&gt;And I think that I want you on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, yeah on the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take it off&lt;br /&gt;(echo) Take it off!&lt;br /&gt;You gotta shake it off baby, for me&lt;br /&gt;C'mon and break me off&lt;br /&gt;(echo) Break me off!&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I get what I want and I like what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need your love 1,2,3&lt;br /&gt;Stop starin' at my D cup&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste time, just give it to me&lt;br /&gt;C'mon baby, just feel me up&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, just give it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take it off&lt;br /&gt;(echo) Take it off!&lt;br /&gt;You gotta shake it off baby, for me&lt;br /&gt;C'mon and break me off&lt;br /&gt;(echo) Break me off!&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I get what I want and I like what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the application...&lt;br /&gt;You're the right guy for the task&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you on vacation&lt;br /&gt;Just do it, you don't have to ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take it off&lt;br /&gt;(echo) Take it off!&lt;br /&gt;You gotta shake it off baby, for me&lt;br /&gt;C'mon and break me off&lt;br /&gt;(echo) Break me off!&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I get what I want and I like what I see&lt;br /&gt;Take it off&lt;br /&gt;(echo) Take it off!&lt;br /&gt;Take it off baby, for me&lt;br /&gt;Take it off&lt;br /&gt;(echo) Take it off!&lt;br /&gt;Take it off baby, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-9169123634931022559?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/9169123634931022559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=9169123634931022559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/9169123634931022559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/9169123634931022559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/take-it-off.html' title='Take it off'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-4493683444968111453</id><published>2008-05-13T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T04:09:57.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticky Honey</title><content type='html'>Sempre gostei desta miuda, faz-me lembrar o filme 'wild at heart' de cada vez que a vejo, e gosto. Supresa mesmo foi descobrir que ela tinha uma banda, e que era tão boa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8KAEPTdlRA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8KAEPTdlRA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sticky Honey - Juliette and The Licks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Money money money money&lt;br /&gt;Sticky sticky sticky honey&lt;br /&gt;Man lands on mars&lt;br /&gt;Man rips off his broken parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your gone and your gone&lt;br /&gt;Now you wanna get it on&lt;br /&gt;And you won't and you won't&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna do me wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman woman woman woman&lt;br /&gt;You gotta let go your swollen tounge&lt;br /&gt;Pleading pleading pleading with a man&lt;br /&gt;Gave him birth to Aphrodite's son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your gone and your gone&lt;br /&gt;Now you wanna get it on&lt;br /&gt;And you won't and you won't&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna do me wrong&lt;br /&gt;When your gone when your gone&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna get it on&lt;br /&gt;And you won't no you won't&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna do me wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got the best damn blues that I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;And I'm swimming like a shooting star across the galaxy&lt;br /&gt;You got the best damn blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your gone and your gone&lt;br /&gt;Now you wanna get it on&lt;br /&gt;And you won't and you won't&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna do me wrong&lt;br /&gt;When your gone when your gone&lt;br /&gt;Oh you wanna get it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-4493683444968111453?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4493683444968111453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=4493683444968111453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4493683444968111453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4493683444968111453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/sticky-honey.html' title='Sticky Honey'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-4770198959857442959</id><published>2008-05-12T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:30:29.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special K</title><content type='html'>Nao sao cereais, mas tambem fazem bem. Ha muito tempo que nao ouvia esta musica, e lembro-me sempre de ter visto estes tipos no festival do sudoeste a perder de vista, e do rapazinho ter trocado de guitarra em todas as musicas. Muito bom, loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ifK2iVInRk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ifK2iVInRk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special K - Placebo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coming up beyond belief&lt;br /&gt;On this coronary thief&lt;br /&gt;More than just a leitmotif&lt;br /&gt;More chaotic, no relief&lt;br /&gt;I'll describe the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Weeping wounds that never heal&lt;br /&gt;Can the savior be for real&lt;br /&gt;Or are you just my seventh seal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hesitation, no delay&lt;br /&gt;You come on just like special K&lt;br /&gt;Just like I swallowed half my stash&lt;br /&gt;I never ever want to crash&lt;br /&gt;No hesitation, no delay&lt;br /&gt;You come on just like special K&lt;br /&gt;Now you're back with dope demand&lt;br /&gt;I'm on sinking sand&lt;br /&gt;Gravity&lt;br /&gt;No escaping gravity&lt;br /&gt;Gravity&lt;br /&gt;No escaping... not for free&lt;br /&gt;I fall down... hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Make a heavy sound&lt;br /&gt;Every time you seem to come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll describe the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;You're my new Achilles heel&lt;br /&gt;Can this savior be for real&lt;br /&gt;Or are you just my seventh seal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hesitation, no delay&lt;br /&gt;You come on just like special K&lt;br /&gt;Just like I swallowed half my stash&lt;br /&gt;I never ever want to crash&lt;br /&gt;No hesitation, no delay&lt;br /&gt;You come on just like special K&lt;br /&gt;Now you're back with dope demand&lt;br /&gt;I'm on sinking sand&lt;br /&gt;Gravity&lt;br /&gt;No escaping gravity&lt;br /&gt;Gravity&lt;br /&gt;No escaping... not for free&lt;br /&gt;I fall down... hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Make a heavy sound&lt;br /&gt;Every time you seem to come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No escaping gravity&lt;br /&gt;No escaping gravity&lt;br /&gt;No escaping gravity&lt;br /&gt;No escaping gravity&lt;br /&gt;Gravity [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-4770198959857442959?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4770198959857442959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=4770198959857442959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4770198959857442959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4770198959857442959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/special-k.html' title='Special K'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-7662810000144249157</id><published>2008-05-11T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:31:31.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodeo Clows</title><content type='html'>Ultimamente tenho andado numa de doces, hoje foi o dia do descanso, o verdeiro descanso, quase sem nada a fazer, imaginava-me a ouvir esta musica numa qualquer praia do Hawai. Sou um tipo organizado, cada coisa a seu tempo, o hawai já esteve mais longe... &lt;br /&gt;Como era porreiro encontrar-me por lá com estes senhores... Smile, life isn't perfect, but it's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rK0LWsEcSjM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rK0LWsEcSjM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rodeo Clowns - G-Love, Jack Johnson e Donavon Franknreiter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweeping the floors, open up the doors&lt;br /&gt;yeah turn on the lights, gettin ready for tonight&lt;br /&gt;nobody's romantic cuz it's too early for dancin&lt;br /&gt;but here comes the music &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bright lights flashing to cover up your lack of so&lt;br /&gt;many people, so many problems, so many reasons&lt;br /&gt;to buy another round, drink it down&lt;br /&gt;just another night on the town&lt;br /&gt;with the big man, money man, better than the other man&lt;br /&gt;he got the plan with the million dollar give a damn&lt;br /&gt;when nobody understands, become a smaller man&lt;br /&gt;the bright lights keep flashing, and the women keep on dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the clowns, yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;they pick me up when i'm down yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;the rodeo clowns, yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;they pick me up when i'm down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the disco ball spinning, all the music and the women&lt;br /&gt;and the shots of tequila, man they say that they need ya,&lt;br /&gt;what they really need...is just a little room to breathe&lt;br /&gt;teeny bopping disco queen, she barely understands&lt;br /&gt;her dreams of bellybutton rings and other kinds of things&lt;br /&gt;symbolic of change but the thing that is strange&lt;br /&gt;is that the changes occurred, and now she's just a part of the herd, yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;man, i thought that you heard, yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;the changes occurred, yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;just a part of the herd &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lights out, shut down, late night, wet ground&lt;br /&gt;you walk by look at him, but he can't look at you yeah&lt;br /&gt;you might feel pity but he only feels the ground&lt;br /&gt;cuz you understand moods but he only knows let down&lt;br /&gt;by the corner there's another one&lt;br /&gt;reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man&lt;br /&gt;well you try to live but he’s done tryin&lt;br /&gt;not dead, but definitely dying&lt;br /&gt;with the rest of the clowns, yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;(humming)...with the rest of the clowns &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweeping the floors, open up the doors&lt;br /&gt;yeah turn on the lights, gettin ready for tonight&lt;br /&gt;nobody's romantic cuz it's too early for dancin&lt;br /&gt;but here comes the music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-7662810000144249157?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7662810000144249157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=7662810000144249157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7662810000144249157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7662810000144249157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/rodeo-clows.html' title='Rodeo Clows'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-5971216212967325282</id><published>2008-05-10T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T19:09:10.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump around</title><content type='html'>E mais uma tirada do bau, como se de um pirata me tratasse e isto fosse o meu tesouro.&lt;br /&gt;Bons jumps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZZZADbubu0Y&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZZZADbubu0Y&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jump Around - House of Pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pack it up, pack it in&lt;br /&gt;Let me begin&lt;br /&gt;I came to win&lt;br /&gt;Battle me that's a sin&lt;br /&gt;I won't tear the sack up&lt;br /&gt;Punk you'd better back up&lt;br /&gt;Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up&lt;br /&gt;Get up, stand up, come on!&lt;br /&gt;Come on, throw your hands up&lt;br /&gt;If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk&lt;br /&gt;Yo, I'll bust em in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll take the punks home&lt;br /&gt;Feel it, funk it&lt;br /&gt;Amps it are junking&lt;br /&gt;And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking&lt;br /&gt;Donuts shop&lt;br /&gt;Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill&lt;br /&gt;Plus my mom and my pops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to get down [2x]&lt;br /&gt;So get out your seats and jump around&lt;br /&gt;Jump around [3x]&lt;br /&gt;Jump up Jump up and get down.&lt;br /&gt;Jump [17x]&lt;br /&gt;I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe&lt;br /&gt;If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the ho&lt;br /&gt;Word to your moms I came to drop bombs&lt;br /&gt;I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms&lt;br /&gt;And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned&lt;br /&gt;Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none&lt;br /&gt;So if you come to battle bring a shotgun&lt;br /&gt;But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death&lt;br /&gt;Try and step to me you'll take your last breath&lt;br /&gt;I gots the skill, come get your fill&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top&lt;br /&gt;I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop&lt;br /&gt;Or better yet a terminator&lt;br /&gt;Like Arnold Schwarzenegger&lt;br /&gt;Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't going out like no punk bitch&lt;br /&gt;Get used to one style and you know I might switch&lt;br /&gt;It up up and around, then buck buck you down&lt;br /&gt;Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya&lt;br /&gt;Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Jump [32x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-5971216212967325282?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5971216212967325282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=5971216212967325282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5971216212967325282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5971216212967325282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/jump-around.html' title='Jump around'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-7797123237785956700</id><published>2008-05-09T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:51:18.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só quero dançar</title><content type='html'>Hoje é dia que me apetece dançar, curtir a vibe toda, entrar na onda, até o dia acabar. Boa música, boa onda, boa vibe. Bom fim de semana a todos os ouvintes deste blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/36KNIwsDlV4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/36KNIwsDlV4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só quero dançar - Gutto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não te conheço&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o teu nome &lt;br /&gt;Nem estou aqui para te enganar&lt;br /&gt;Gostei deste feeling&lt;br /&gt;A música é boa&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui apenas a dançar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta-feira já, semana acabou &lt;br /&gt;É fim do mês e toda a gente quer o mesmo que eu&lt;br /&gt;Quero sair, curtir a noite toda &lt;br /&gt;Porteiro é meu amigo e eu não pago à porta&lt;br /&gt;A fila é longa..&lt;br /&gt;O bar está cheio a pista a abarrotar e o meu people&lt;br /&gt;lá no meio&lt;br /&gt;Venho para dançar e sem querer danço contigo &lt;br /&gt;Dj n nos deixa parar, ou ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não te conheço&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o teu nome &lt;br /&gt;Nem estou aqui para te enganar&lt;br /&gt;Gostei deste feeling&lt;br /&gt;A música é boa&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui apenas a dançar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não te conheço&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o teu nome &lt;br /&gt;Nem estou aqui para te enganar&lt;br /&gt;Gostei deste feeling&lt;br /&gt;A música é boa&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui apenas a dançar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou um passo para trás e tu respondes com um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Tospet as mãos no ar e tento acompanhar o ritmo&lt;br /&gt;Parece que estamos sós nada mais existe e o dj persiste não&lt;br /&gt;deixa&lt;br /&gt;Parar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite é longa&lt;br /&gt;O bar ta cheio pista a abarrotar &lt;br /&gt;Eu e tu estamos no meio&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-te a dançar e sinto-me tão bem contigo &lt;br /&gt;Nem preciso falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não te conheço&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o teu nome &lt;br /&gt;Nem estou aqui para te enganar&lt;br /&gt;Gostei deste feeling&lt;br /&gt;A música é boa&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui apenas a dançar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhHhHhHhHhH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2 as mãos no ar eu quero ver o people a dançar&lt;br /&gt;1, 2 as mãos no ar eu quero ver o people a dançar&lt;br /&gt;1, 2 as mãos no ar eu quero ver o people a dançar&lt;br /&gt;1, 2 as mãos no ar eu quero ver o people a dançar&lt;br /&gt;1, 2 as mãos no ar eu quero ver o people a dançar&lt;br /&gt;1, 2 as mãos no ar eu quero ver o people a dançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não te conheço&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o teu nome &lt;br /&gt;Nem estou aqui para te enganar&lt;br /&gt;Gostei deste feeling&lt;br /&gt;A música é boa&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui apenas a dançar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não te conheço&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o teu nome &lt;br /&gt;Nem estou aqui para te enganar&lt;br /&gt;Gostei deste feeling&lt;br /&gt;A música é boa&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui apenas a dançar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não te conheço&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o teu nome &lt;br /&gt;Nem estou aqui para te enganar&lt;br /&gt;Gostei deste feeling&lt;br /&gt;A música é boa&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui apenas a dançar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não te conheço&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o teu nome &lt;br /&gt;Nem estou aqui para te enganar&lt;br /&gt;Gostei deste feeling&lt;br /&gt;A música é boa&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui apenas a dançar.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-7797123237785956700?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7797123237785956700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=7797123237785956700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7797123237785956700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7797123237785956700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/s-quero-danar.html' title='Só quero dançar'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-9117594320056831262</id><published>2008-05-08T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T03:49:35.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Foolosophy</title><content type='html'>Hoje é dia dos doces. Esta musica é um docinho, para se ouvir bem alto, abanar, dançar, enfim, mexer bastante, acho que faz bem ao corpo e à alma. &lt;br /&gt;Para quem não sabe, conheci este senhor Jay K no algarve quando cá estiveram a tocar num verão, e fiquei fascinado com a performance do senhor, tanta pula e nunca desafina. Banda a serio. Para quem conhece a musica há-de reparar que esta é uma versão diferente da do disco... muito melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7XbJSFqLjhA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7XbJSFqLjhA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Foolosophy - Jamiroquai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby Baby, I feel these sweet sensations&lt;br /&gt;Honey honey, looks like a superstar&lt;br /&gt;She' got a promise of love-struck fascination&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do? How am I to know?&lt;br /&gt;Who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this love, Fool, osophy is killing&lt;br /&gt;Previous illusions that&lt;br /&gt;I had in my mind about you&lt;br /&gt;Seems so true, all the lies you're telling&lt;br /&gt;Tragically compelling and&lt;br /&gt;My love it means nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'm still a love Fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shimmers like a California sunset&lt;br /&gt;Lady lady, glitters but theres no gold&lt;br /&gt;She carries sweetly infectious magic formulas&lt;br /&gt;I'm so delirious, is she that serious?&lt;br /&gt;Or is she bringing me on, I've been waiting so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this love, Fool, osophy is killing&lt;br /&gt;Previous illusions that&lt;br /&gt;I had in my mind about you&lt;br /&gt;Seems so true, all the lies you're telling&lt;br /&gt;Tragically compelling and&lt;br /&gt;My love it means nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'm still a love Fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the world I want you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the world I want you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the world I want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Fool, osophy is killing&lt;br /&gt;Previous illusions that&lt;br /&gt;I had in my mind about you&lt;br /&gt;Seems so true, all the lies you're telling&lt;br /&gt;Tragically compelling and&lt;br /&gt;My love it means nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'm still a love Fool&lt;br /&gt;My love it means nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'm still a love Fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my love foolosophy&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;You're my love foolosophy&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a love fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica a foto :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.hi5.com/userpics/652/153/153052652.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://pics.hi5.com/userpics/652/153/153052652.img.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-9117594320056831262?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/9117594320056831262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=9117594320056831262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/9117594320056831262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/9117594320056831262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-foolosophy.html' title='Love Foolosophy'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-1982587508468906546</id><published>2008-05-07T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T03:28:43.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz Crimes</title><content type='html'>Há dias que são puro jazz... Não se sabe bem ao certo o que vai acontecer, temos apenas uma pequena ideia. Tem dias que resulta na perfeição. Granda jazz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ICJUFOJa2g&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ICJUFOJa2g&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jazz Crimes - Joshua Redman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-1982587508468906546?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1982587508468906546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=1982587508468906546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1982587508468906546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1982587508468906546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/jazz-crimes.html' title='Jazz Crimes'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-4896441760720697842</id><published>2008-05-06T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:56:21.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roxanne</title><content type='html'>Tou cá com uma dor de cabeça... sonzito cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_bkAdN3IPX0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_bkAdN3IPX0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roxanne - Sting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have to put on the red light&lt;br /&gt;Those days are over&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to sell your body to the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to wear that dress tonight&lt;br /&gt;Walk the streets of money&lt;br /&gt;You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to put on the red light&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to put on the red light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne (Put on the red light)&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne (Put on the red light)&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne (Put on the red light)&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne (Put on the red light)&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne (Put on the red light)&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you since I knew you&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't talk down to you&lt;br /&gt;I have you to tell just how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I won't share you with another boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my mind is made up&lt;br /&gt;So put away your make up&lt;br /&gt;Told you once I won't tell you again&lt;br /&gt;It's a bad way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to put on the red light&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to put on the red light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne (Put on the red light)&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne (Put on the red light)&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne (Put on the red light) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-4896441760720697842?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4896441760720697842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=4896441760720697842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4896441760720697842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4896441760720697842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/roxanne.html' title='Roxanne'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-4008676230482500285</id><published>2008-05-05T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:46:18.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>Ha dias que pensamos nas coisas da vida, e ha outros em que apenas pensamos nas coisas boas da vida, em que nada que nao seja de bom nao ocupa o nosso tempo. Esta musica da-me a capacidade de sonhar, de pensar apenas em coisas boas, e de viver algumas, quando mais nao seja por estar vivo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CbAjj80NIM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CbAjj80NIM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel - Sarah McLachlan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spend all your time waiting&lt;br /&gt;For that second chance&lt;br /&gt;For a break that would make it okay&lt;br /&gt;There's always one reason&lt;br /&gt;To feel not good enough&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I need some distraction&lt;br /&gt;Oh beautiful release&lt;br /&gt;Memory seeps from my veins&lt;br /&gt;Let me be empty&lt;br /&gt;And weightless and maybe&lt;br /&gt;I'll find some peace tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Fly away from here&lt;br /&gt;From this dark cold hotel room&lt;br /&gt;And the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;Of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;You're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;May you find some comfort there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of the straight line&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere you turn&lt;br /&gt;There's vultures and thieves at your back&lt;br /&gt;And the storm keeps on twisting&lt;br /&gt;You keep on building the lie&lt;br /&gt;That you make up for all that you lack&lt;br /&gt;It don't make no difference&lt;br /&gt;Escaping one last time&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh&lt;br /&gt;This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Fly away from here&lt;br /&gt;From this dark cold hotel room&lt;br /&gt;And the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;Of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;You're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;May you find some comfort there&lt;br /&gt;You're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;May you find some comfort here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-4008676230482500285?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4008676230482500285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=4008676230482500285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4008676230482500285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4008676230482500285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-3640802733434131624</id><published>2008-05-04T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T15:45:36.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwater love</title><content type='html'>Há coisa que são boas, ha coisas que são muito boas, e outras que são fenomenalmente boas. Esta musica é boa, muito boa, e vem a proposito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIYoorXGITE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIYoorXGITE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Underwater love - Smoke City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This must be underwater love&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel it slipping all over me&lt;br /&gt;This must be underwater love&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que que é esse amor, dágua&lt;br /&gt;Deve sentir muito parecido a esse amor&lt;br /&gt;This is it&lt;br /&gt;Underwater love&lt;br /&gt;It is so deep&lt;br /&gt;So beautifully liquid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor com paixão, ai&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor com paixão, ai que coisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain comes sun&lt;br /&gt;After the sun comes rain again&lt;br /&gt;After the rain comes sun&lt;br /&gt;After the sun comes rain again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be underwater love&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel it slipping all over me&lt;br /&gt;This must be underwater love&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que que é esse amor, dágua&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu não quero mais nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me now&lt;br /&gt;To a place you only dream of&lt;br /&gt;Before I came along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;I was deep in clear blue water&lt;br /&gt;The sun was shining&lt;br /&gt;Calling me to come and see you&lt;br /&gt;I touched your soft skin&lt;br /&gt;And you jumped in with your eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;And a smile upon your face&lt;br /&gt;Você vem, você vai&lt;br /&gt;Você vem e cai&lt;br /&gt;E vem aqui pra cá&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu quero te beijar na sua boca&lt;br /&gt;Que coisa louca&lt;br /&gt;Vem aqui pra cá&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu quero te beijar na sua boca&lt;br /&gt;Ai que boca gostosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain comes sun&lt;br /&gt;After the sun comes rain again&lt;br /&gt;After the rain comes sun&lt;br /&gt;After the sun comes rain again&lt;br /&gt;Cai cai e tudo tudo cai&lt;br /&gt;Tudo cai pra lá e pra cá&lt;br /&gt;Pra lá e pra cá&lt;br /&gt;E vamos nadar&lt;br /&gt;Y vamos nadar e tudo tudo dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be underwater love&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel it slipping all over me&lt;br /&gt;This must be underwater love&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel it&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh dágua we are full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underwater&lt;br /&gt;Oh underwater love&lt;br /&gt;This underwater love&lt;br /&gt;This underwater love&lt;br /&gt;Underwater love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-3640802733434131624?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3640802733434131624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=3640802733434131624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3640802733434131624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3640802733434131624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/underwater-love.html' title='Underwater love'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-1398098487728614217</id><published>2008-05-03T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T15:09:54.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be my baby</title><content type='html'>Um dia espetaculo, muito cool, muito relax, almocar a apanhar um solzito saudavel, e ao som desta musica maravilhosa. 5 estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yopMoiAr1K4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yopMoiAr1K4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be my baby - The Ronettes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night we met, I knew I needed you so&lt;br /&gt;And if I had the chance, I'd never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;So won't you say you love me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you so proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;We'll make 'em turn their heads every place we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So won't you, please, (be my, be my baby)&lt;br /&gt;Be my little baby, (my one and only baby)&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll be my darlin', (be my, be my baby)&lt;br /&gt;Be my baby now, (my one and only baby)&lt;br /&gt;Wha-oh-oh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you happy, baby, just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;For every kiss you give me I'll give you three.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, since the day I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;You know I will adore you 'til eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So won't you, please, (be my, be my baby)&lt;br /&gt;Be my little baby, (my one and only baby)&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll be my darlin', (be my, be my baby)&lt;br /&gt;Be my baby now, (my one and only baby)&lt;br /&gt;Wha-oh-oh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on and, please (be my, be my baby)&lt;br /&gt;Be my little baby, (my one and only baby)&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll be my darlin', (be my, be my baby)&lt;br /&gt;Be my baby now, (my one and only baby)&lt;br /&gt;Wha-oh-oh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Be my, be my baby), Be my little baby.&lt;br /&gt;(My one and only baby), oh,&lt;br /&gt;(Be my, be my baby), oh,&lt;br /&gt;(My one and only baby), wha-oh-oh-oh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat &amp; fade]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-1398098487728614217?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1398098487728614217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=1398098487728614217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1398098487728614217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1398098487728614217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/be-my-baby.html' title='Be my baby'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-8485053048644098238</id><published>2008-05-02T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:52:04.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Payback</title><content type='html'>Hoje dei por mim a dançar ao som disto. Cool mais cool não há. Se fumasse charros tinha-me deixado levar... e andava por aí a flutuar algures com este senhor!&lt;br /&gt;E isto é música meus senhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vsOmvSlPuys&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vsOmvSlPuys&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The payback - James Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey! Gotta gotta pay back!! (The big payback)&lt;br /&gt;Revenge!! I'm mad (the big payback)&lt;br /&gt;Got to get back! Need some get back!! Pay Back! (the big payback)&lt;br /&gt;That's it!! Payback!!! Revenge!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get down with my girlfriend, That ain't right!!&lt;br /&gt;Hollarin' cussin', you wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;Payback is a thing you gotta see&lt;br /&gt;Brother do any damn thing to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sold me out, for chump change (yes you did!!)&lt;br /&gt;Told me that they, they had it all arranged&lt;br /&gt;You handed me down, and thats a fact&lt;br /&gt;Now you're pumped, You gotta get ready For the big payback!! (the big&lt;br /&gt;payback!!)&lt;br /&gt;That's where I am, the big payback (the big payback!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do wheelin', I can do dealin' (yes you can!!) But I don't do no damn&lt;br /&gt;squealin'&lt;br /&gt;I can dig rappin', I'm ready!! I can dig scrappin'&lt;br /&gt;But I can't dig that backstabbin' (Oh No!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brother get ready!! Thats a fact!!&lt;br /&gt;Get ready you Mother, for the big payback (The big Payback!!)&lt;br /&gt;Let me hit 'em hit'em!! Hey Hey!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my money, you got my honey&lt;br /&gt;Don't want me to see what you doing to me&lt;br /&gt;I got to get back I gotta deal with you!! (4xs) Hey let me tell ya!!&lt;br /&gt;Get down with my woman, that ain't right! You hollarin' and cussin', you wanna&lt;br /&gt;fight!!&lt;br /&gt;Don't do me no darn favor,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know karate, but I know KA-RAZY!!!! (yes we do!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready thats a fact, Get ready you Mother for the big payback (the big&lt;br /&gt;payback!)&lt;br /&gt;Hey!! I'm a man! I'm a man! I'm a son of a man, but don't they tell ya then&lt;br /&gt;hop again&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for the big payback (the big payback!!) Hit 'em again!!&lt;br /&gt;Get ready I need it, I need a hit again!! Say it once (3xs) Hit 'em&lt;br /&gt;again!!&lt;br /&gt;(the big payback!!) Sold me out for chump change&lt;br /&gt;Said my woman had it all arranged&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to make a deal, she wants to squeal But I had my boys on her heals&lt;br /&gt;Saw me comin', told a lie Went down like you wanted to cry&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what she does, she'll be doin' just like she was&lt;br /&gt;Take your kids and raise them up, Somebody think I have a right to be tough&lt;br /&gt;Take her, take that woman, it's one place she found&lt;br /&gt;Just run that mother out of town!!&lt;br /&gt;Got to get up!! Got to get up, get out!! (2xs)&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad!! I want revenge, I want revenge (the big payback!!) I want revenge&lt;br /&gt;(3xs)&lt;br /&gt;(the big payback!!) Give me those hits!! I want some hits!! I need those&lt;br /&gt;hits, hit me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-8485053048644098238?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8485053048644098238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=8485053048644098238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8485053048644098238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/8485053048644098238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/payback.html' title='The Payback'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-7418475815947679468</id><published>2008-05-01T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T06:02:57.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sell your body</title><content type='html'>Porque é preciso alguém que se lembre das putas! Esta é dedicada a todas as pessoas que se vendem. Sendo a profissão mais velha do mundo e hoje o dia do trabalhador, aqui fica a homenagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LaKwvKw29jI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LaKwvKw29jI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sell your body (to the night) - Turbonegro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Sell your body&lt;br /&gt;To the night&lt;br /&gt;Human flesh&lt;br /&gt;Working out in the weight room&lt;br /&gt;You're trying to make it pay&lt;br /&gt;Sweating for a future&lt;br /&gt;But it's such a long night anyway&lt;br /&gt;Out on the dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;Working up a sweat&lt;br /&gt;Your body's their amusement park&lt;br /&gt;Now enter the night and see what you can get, so...&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Sell your body&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Sell your body&lt;br /&gt;To the night&lt;br /&gt;Hey boy, you wanna get ahead&lt;br /&gt;You gotta give some head&lt;br /&gt;Might end up dead instead&lt;br /&gt;Hey boy, but you can make it right&lt;br /&gt;So fix your hair alright&lt;br /&gt;And welcome to the night&lt;br /&gt;Down on the corner&lt;br /&gt;You show 'em what you got&lt;br /&gt;Your body's their little candy store&lt;br /&gt;They got their eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;So you gotta keep it hot, so...&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Sell your body&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Sell your body&lt;br /&gt;To the night&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Fix your hair and sell your body&lt;br /&gt;To the night&lt;br /&gt;When the cats crawl out to mate at night&lt;br /&gt;You'll be there&lt;br /&gt;You'll be there&lt;br /&gt;You can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;It's such a riot&lt;br /&gt;Don't knock it 'til you try it&lt;br /&gt;Sell your body to the night&lt;br /&gt;You've got nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to go, so...&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Sell your body&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Sell your body&lt;br /&gt;To the night&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Fix your hair and sell your body&lt;br /&gt;To the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-7418475815947679468?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7418475815947679468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=7418475815947679468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7418475815947679468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7418475815947679468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/sell-your-body.html' title='Sell your body'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-6872717655198115930</id><published>2008-04-30T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T02:26:50.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Full of Stash</title><content type='html'>Ainda a musica eh das coisas que me fazem sentir melhor. Estes amigos acompanham-me ah ja alguns anos, e sao companheiros de viagem. A dificuldade esta em nunca acelarar muito quando os ouco. Rock para conduzir. Loud... very loud, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gjdfLqtnvS8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gjdfLqtnvS8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Car full of stash - Gluecifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got a car full of stash And I want to sell it&lt;br /&gt;Got some tickets and hash And now I want to sell it&lt;br /&gt;You wanna take out the trash You wanna go around and tell it&lt;br /&gt;I got a car full of stash Now you can go to hell with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to get myself home I'm about to get on the plane&lt;br /&gt;so come on over and see it come on over and see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to take your gold&lt;br /&gt;We want to take your gold&lt;br /&gt;Move right in and steal the mold&lt;br /&gt;We want to take your gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some shit on a boat And I want to move it&lt;br /&gt;A crate of guns and a goat And I want to move it&lt;br /&gt;You wanna put on your hat yeah You say you need to prove it&lt;br /&gt;You wanna see where it's at I'm gonna say that you blew it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to take your gold&lt;br /&gt;We want to take your gold&lt;br /&gt;Move right in and steal the mold&lt;br /&gt;We want to take your gold&lt;br /&gt;And we're gonna get your soul&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna get your soul&lt;br /&gt;The weights are on the scale and they show&lt;br /&gt;That we are here to get your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a box at my house&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to get it&lt;br /&gt;You know that box at my house&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to fret it&lt;br /&gt;I'll call'em up in advance&lt;br /&gt;I'll put the key around your neck&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here doing a little dance&lt;br /&gt;And you can pick a card -&lt;br /&gt;You pick a card from the deck&lt;br /&gt;We want to take your gold&lt;br /&gt;We want to take your gold&lt;br /&gt;Move right in and steal the mold&lt;br /&gt;We want to take your gold&lt;br /&gt;And we're gonna get your soul&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna get your soul&lt;br /&gt;Get it in a move so bold&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna get your soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-6872717655198115930?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6872717655198115930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=6872717655198115930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/6872717655198115930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/6872717655198115930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/car-full-of-stash.html' title='Car Full of Stash'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-3227956077861058575</id><published>2008-04-29T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T02:46:29.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't fall in love</title><content type='html'>E eis que surge sangue novo. Novas energias, novas ideias, novas vidas, tudo novo, reset and full restart. Para ouvir bem alto, num super hi-fi, nao nessas colunas da treta de computador. The sound devil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RbJCBEYCcus&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RbJCBEYCcus&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't fall in love - Danko Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don´t look around for anybody else&lt;br /&gt;Why don´t you concentrate on yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone´s gotta say that it´s ok to feel alone&lt;br /&gt;You´re not a freak you don’t need help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to fall in love… Not me!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to fall in love… Not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the radio…&lt;br /&gt;Plays a lovesong…&lt;br /&gt;Something that you should know&lt;br /&gt;They´re all wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to fall in love… Not me!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to fall in love… Not me!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to fall in love… Not me!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to fall in love… Not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your friends got someone else they hang out with&lt;br /&gt;And now you want your someone else too&lt;br /&gt;But to me it all seems that they breakup just to makeup &lt;br /&gt;They got nothing to do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why don´t you consider just eliminate it&lt;br /&gt;All the fuzz and fighting around&lt;br /&gt;I´m not trying to tell ya what to do&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna pick you up ‘cause you’re down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s something they’re never gonna tell ya (wo-o-a)&lt;br /&gt;I kinda figured it out… (wo-o-a)&lt;br /&gt;As much as people wanna love ya &lt;br /&gt;They’ll always wanna try to bring you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to fall in love… Not me!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to fall in love… Not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the radio…&lt;br /&gt;Plays a lovesong…&lt;br /&gt;Something that you should know&lt;br /&gt;They´re all wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to fall in love… Not me!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to fall in love… Not me!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to fall in love… Not me!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to fall in love… Not me!&lt;br /&gt;I’m not gonna fall for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-3227956077861058575?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3227956077861058575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=3227956077861058575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3227956077861058575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/3227956077861058575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-fall-in-love.html' title='Don&apos;t fall in love'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-4881472550976750829</id><published>2008-04-28T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:01:34.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This love</title><content type='html'>Ha gente que gostavamos de nunca voltar a ver, a ouvir, ou tao pouco a ouvir falar, o que ja de si nao sera bom sinal, mas pior eh quando estas pessoas continuam a cruzar o nosso caminho e nao podemos fazer nada para o evitar. Vai na volta ate podemos. Hoje estou irritado com essa gente toda que cruzou a minha vida e que nao gostaria nem de voltar a ver, nem de voltar a ouvir, e ja era bom se nunca mais ouvisse falar dessas mesmas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;F5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wm2KeW9Ke2s&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wm2KeW9Ke2s&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Love - Pantera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If ever words were spoken &lt;br /&gt;Painful and untrue &lt;br /&gt;I said I loved but I lied &lt;br /&gt;In my life &lt;br /&gt;All I wanted &lt;br /&gt;Was the keeping &lt;br /&gt;Of someone like you &lt;br /&gt;As it turns out &lt;br /&gt;Deeper within me &lt;br /&gt;Love was twisted and pointed at you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ending pain, quickly ending life -- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep this love, thing, child, toy &lt;br /&gt;You keep this love, fist, scar, break &lt;br /&gt;You keep this love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been the tempting one &lt;br /&gt;Stole her from herself &lt;br /&gt;This gift in pain &lt;br /&gt;Her pain was life &lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I feel so sorry &lt;br /&gt;I regret this the hurting of you &lt;br /&gt;But you make me so unhappy &lt;br /&gt;I'd take my life and leave love with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd kill myself for you, I'd kill you for myself -- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more head trips &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-4881472550976750829?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4881472550976750829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=4881472550976750829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4881472550976750829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4881472550976750829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-love.html' title='This love'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-7462922445107989694</id><published>2008-04-27T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T01:39:14.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song to the siren</title><content type='html'>Ha muitos anos que ouco esta musica e desde a primeira vez que gostei dela. Nao sei porque , mas achei-a sempre tao bonita que hoje apetece-me ouvi-la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4mUmdR69nbM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4mUmdR69nbM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song to the siren - This mortal coil &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the floating, shapeless oceans&lt;br /&gt;I did all my best to smile&lt;br /&gt;til your singing eyes and fingers&lt;br /&gt;drew me loving into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;&lt;br /&gt;Let me enfold you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.&lt;br /&gt;Did I dream you dreamed about me?&lt;br /&gt;Were you here when I was full sail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.&lt;br /&gt;For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.&lt;br /&gt;I'm as riddled as the tide.&lt;br /&gt;Should I stand amid the breakers?&lt;br /&gt;Or shall I lie with death my bride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."&lt;br /&gt;"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-7462922445107989694?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7462922445107989694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=7462922445107989694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7462922445107989694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/7462922445107989694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/song-to-siren.html' title='Song to the siren'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-1347482150056085672</id><published>2008-04-26T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T17:54:18.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>Longe vai aquele verão. Era ao som daquela musica, grande musica... projecto back to back, tenho saudades desses dois malucos. Hoje lembro-me deles. Esta é para voces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D11Pyo_KOMk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D11Pyo_KOMk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jealousy - Martin Solveig&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't stand the people after me&lt;br /&gt;Don't want anymore jealousy&lt;br /&gt;They pretend to be my friend&lt;br /&gt;They say this for ever&lt;br /&gt;Al they set to give their hand&lt;br /&gt;Any brand new commer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaaa! They wanna put me down&lt;br /&gt;Ahaaa! They let me hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said that I like gamble&lt;br /&gt;Mister, I don't wanna rumbe&lt;br /&gt;Controversy in my head&lt;br /&gt;They don't seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel my [***]&lt;br /&gt;Don'’t have time for paddy man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaaa! Somebody set me free&lt;br /&gt;Ahaaa! I'm tired of your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Ahaaa! Jealousy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I’m weaping out for you&lt;br /&gt;Seem to me that your around or two&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna argue look&lt;br /&gt;You think I’m out my head&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should thank you look&lt;br /&gt;For the moment, I feel bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaa! You Wanna put me down&lt;br /&gt;Ahaa! [***]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that that I had my time&lt;br /&gt;Left the golden ages behind&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to take it easy&lt;br /&gt;Even if your talking vain&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear you baby&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang here I come again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaaa! Somebody set me free&lt;br /&gt;Ahaaa! I'm tired of your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaaa! Jealousy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;Open up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of some of this this jealousy&lt;br /&gt;It's bothering me&lt;br /&gt;For al this jealousy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me!&lt;br /&gt;Somebody! Somebody! Somebody!&lt;br /&gt;Stop this jealousy!&lt;br /&gt;Ahaaa! Jealousy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-1347482150056085672?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1347482150056085672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=1347482150056085672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1347482150056085672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1347482150056085672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-1157124274083663563</id><published>2008-04-25T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T14:07:43.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Machinehead</title><content type='html'>Numa viagem pensava nas musicas que ouvia nas viagens, ao tempo que fazia viagens. Lembrava-me do tempo antes dos ipods e afins, em que se gravavam cassetes. Esta musica estava numa dessas cassetes e fez muitas viagens, hoje fez mais uma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Er1bwzZCik0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Er1bwzZCik0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Machinehead - Bush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathe in breathe out&lt;br /&gt;Tied to a wheel fingers got to feel&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding through a tourniquet smile&lt;br /&gt;I spin on a whim slide to the right&lt;br /&gt;I felt you like electric light&lt;br /&gt;For our love&lt;br /&gt;For our fear&lt;br /&gt;For our rise against the years and years and years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Got a machinehead better than the rest&lt;br /&gt;Green to red machinehead&lt;br /&gt;I walk from my machine&lt;br /&gt;I walk from my machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deaf dumb and thirty&lt;br /&gt;Starting to deserve this&lt;br /&gt;Leaning on my conscience wall&lt;br /&gt;Blood is like wine&lt;br /&gt;Unconscious all the time&lt;br /&gt;If I had it all again&lt;br /&gt;I'd change it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-1157124274083663563?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1157124274083663563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=1157124274083663563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1157124274083663563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1157124274083663563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/machinehead.html' title='Machinehead'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-5255243304136966025</id><published>2008-04-24T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T03:06:07.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat It</title><content type='html'>E passado tanto tempo lembro isto como uma das melhores musicas de quando era puto. Isto soava-me a rock e era na realidade. Eddie Van Hallen deu vida a esta musica, dai que ela tenha estas guitarras. Ainda hoje gosto muito, o tipo que a canta eh que se perdeu algures entre uma pepsi e uma coca cola... uma pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hjnwZTXrH3U&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hjnwZTXrH3U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beat It - Michael Jackson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They told him don't you ever come around here &lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear &lt;br /&gt;The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear &lt;br /&gt;So beat it, just beat it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better run, you better do what you can &lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man &lt;br /&gt;You wanna be tough, better do what you can &lt;br /&gt;So beat it, but you wanna be bad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated &lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right &lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're out to get you, better leave while you can &lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man &lt;br /&gt;You wanna stay alive, better do what you can &lt;br /&gt;So beat it, just beat it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to show them that you're really not scared &lt;br /&gt;You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare &lt;br /&gt;They'll kick you, then they beat you, &lt;br /&gt;Then they'll tell you it's fair &lt;br /&gt;So beat it, but you wanna be bad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated &lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated &lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated &lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right &lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;Beat it, beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated &lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated &lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated &lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right &lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;Beat it, beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated &lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated &lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated &lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated &lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it &lt;br /&gt;Beat it, beat it, beat it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-5255243304136966025?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5255243304136966025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=5255243304136966025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5255243304136966025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5255243304136966025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/beat-it.html' title='Beat It'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-4911081943751324127</id><published>2008-04-23T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T02:06:46.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats Up</title><content type='html'>Ja nem me lembro para onde ia, nem de onde vinha, nem o que ia fazer. Tava bem, e perdi-me na boa disposicao. Fartei-me de rir e lembrei-me desta musica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LiDpMfEeo3Q&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LiDpMfEeo3Q&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats Up - 4 Non Blondes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twenty - five years and my life is still&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get up that great big hill of hope&lt;br /&gt;For a destination&lt;br /&gt;And I realized quickly when I knew I should&lt;br /&gt;That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man&lt;br /&gt;For whatever that means&lt;br /&gt;And so I cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lying in bed&lt;br /&gt;Just to get it all out&lt;br /&gt;What's in my head&lt;br /&gt;And I am feeling a little peculiar&lt;br /&gt;And so I wake in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And I step outside&lt;br /&gt;And I take a deep breath and I get real high&lt;br /&gt;And I scream at the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;And I say, hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;I said hey, what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;And I try, oh my god do I try&lt;br /&gt;I try all the time, in this institution&lt;br /&gt;And I pray, oh my god do I pray&lt;br /&gt;I pray every single day&lt;br /&gt;For a revolution&lt;br /&gt;And so I cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lying in bed&lt;br /&gt;Just to get it all out&lt;br /&gt;What's in my head&lt;br /&gt;And I am feeling a little peculiar&lt;br /&gt;And so I wake in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And I step outside&lt;br /&gt;And I take a deep breath and I get real high&lt;br /&gt;And I scream at the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;And I say, hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;I said hey, what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Twenty - five years and my life is still&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get up that great big hill of hope&lt;br /&gt;For a destination&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-4911081943751324127?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4911081943751324127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=4911081943751324127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4911081943751324127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4911081943751324127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-up.html' title='Whats Up'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-5938510051642081862</id><published>2008-04-22T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T07:28:09.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep</title><content type='html'>E hoje fez-se sol... e assim a musica animou o dia, por horas e horas a fio. Boa onda! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uLNaznN3XqA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uLNaznN3XqA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheep - Housemartins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I get so angry with the simple life they lead&lt;br /&gt;The shepherds smile seems to confirm my fears&lt;br /&gt;They've never questioned anything, They've never disagreed&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think they must have wool in their ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you see a can I see a crook&lt;br /&gt;And when you see a crowd I see a flock&lt;br /&gt;It's sheep we're up against&lt;br /&gt;Sheep we're up against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young they used to get me counting sheep&lt;br /&gt;But the counting I did was all in vain&lt;br /&gt;No when I'm tired and I'm trying to get to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I count humans jumping onto trains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you see a can I see a crook&lt;br /&gt;And when you see a crowd I see a flock&lt;br /&gt;It's sheep we're up against&lt;br /&gt;Sheep we're up against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Influential Guitar Break]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you see a can I see a crook&lt;br /&gt;And when you see a crowd I see a flock&lt;br /&gt;It's sheep we're up against&lt;br /&gt;Sheep we're up against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-5938510051642081862?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5938510051642081862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=5938510051642081862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5938510051642081862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5938510051642081862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/sheep.html' title='Sheep'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-4608494757916290153</id><published>2008-04-21T03:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T03:59:01.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see clearly now</title><content type='html'>Tinha sido um inicio de semana fenomenal, parado algures a ver o nascer do sol com uma dessas cafeteiras de campismo a beber um qualquer nescafé quente. Foi assim que a conheci... à musica. É daqueles dias e é de hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NkwJ-g0iJ6w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NkwJ-g0iJ6w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can see clearly now - Johnny Nash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,&lt;br /&gt;I can see all obstacles in my way&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)&lt;br /&gt;Sun-Shiny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can make it now, the pain is gone&lt;br /&gt;All of the bad feelings have disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Here is the rainbow I’ve been prayin?for&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)&lt;br /&gt;Sun-Shiny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look all around, there’s nothin?but blue skies&lt;br /&gt;Look straight ahead, nothin?but blue skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,&lt;br /&gt;I can see all obstacles in my way&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)&lt;br /&gt;Sun-Shiny day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-4608494757916290153?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4608494757916290153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=4608494757916290153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4608494757916290153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/4608494757916290153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-can-see-clearly-now.html' title='I can see clearly now'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-6689977283299754770</id><published>2008-04-20T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T06:48:01.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa was a rolling stone</title><content type='html'>Em 1972, mais uma vez o ano em que nasci, as boys band eram isto...  O que a industria fez ah musica... hoje em dia qualquer cepo canta. Hoje em dia faz-me confusao a musica, parece que tem boa voz quem grita mais alto... enfim, esta eh a musiquinha de outros tempos e que fica muito bem hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwUS9yjFYy8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwUS9yjFYy8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papa was a rolling stone - The Temptations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was the third of September.&lt;br /&gt;That day I'll always remember, yes I will.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that was the day that my daddy died.&lt;br /&gt;I never got a chance to see him.&lt;br /&gt;Never heard nothing but bad things about him.&lt;br /&gt;Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mama just hung her head and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Son, Papa was a rolling stone.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever he laid his hat was his home.&lt;br /&gt;(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."&lt;br /&gt;"Papa was a rolling stone, my son.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever he laid his hat was his home.&lt;br /&gt;(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mama, is it true what they say,&lt;br /&gt;that Papa never worked a day in his life?&lt;br /&gt;And Mama, some bad talk going around town&lt;br /&gt;saying that Papa had three outside children and another wife.&lt;br /&gt;And that ain't right.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, talk about Papa doing some store front preaching.&lt;br /&gt;Talked about saving souls and all the time leeching.&lt;br /&gt;Dealing in debt and stealing in the name of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama just hung her head and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Papa was a rolling stone, my son.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever he laid his hat was his home.&lt;br /&gt;(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Papa was a rolling stone.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever he laid his hat was his home.&lt;br /&gt;(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mama, I heard Papa called himself a jack of all trades.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me is that what sent Papa to an early grave?&lt;br /&gt;Folks say Papa would beg, borrow, steal to pay his bills.&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mama, folks say that Papa was never much on thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mama looked up with a tear in her eye and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Son, Papa was a rolling stone. (Well, well, well, well)&lt;br /&gt;Wherever he laid his hat was his home.&lt;br /&gt;(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."&lt;br /&gt;"Papa was a rolling stone.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever he laid his hat was his home.&lt;br /&gt;(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said, Papa was a rolling stone. Wherever he laid his hat was his home.&lt;br /&gt;(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-6689977283299754770?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6689977283299754770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=6689977283299754770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/6689977283299754770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/6689977283299754770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/papa-was-rolling-stone.html' title='Papa was a rolling stone'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-5971372384539968350</id><published>2008-04-19T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T07:12:37.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Caught</title><content type='html'>Bom dia para ficar na cama... chove la fora, e esta quentinho ca dentro... Musiquinha para olhar para dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aXx3qb4H0po&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aXx3qb4H0po&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Butterfly caught - Massive Attack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We lust for honeysuckle? ? ? &lt;br /&gt;Strangers (strange things)&lt;br /&gt;Lifes trawl pages? &lt;br /&gt;Pick thin thing? ? ? ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempted by the naked eye&lt;br /&gt;Morning sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want air&lt;br /&gt;Need it like a supplicant&lt;br /&gt;Darkened skin&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to see&lt;br /&gt;Radiate&lt;br /&gt;Open lips&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling for me&lt;br /&gt;Darkened skin&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to see&lt;br /&gt;Radiate&lt;br /&gt;Open lips&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lust called honeysuckle? ? ? &lt;br /&gt;Lets get freckles? ? ? &lt;br /&gt;I cant take&lt;br /&gt;Tranquilize&lt;br /&gt;On my lips (on my lips)&lt;br /&gt;Under your feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-5971372384539968350?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5971372384539968350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=5971372384539968350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5971372384539968350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5971372384539968350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/butterfly-caught.html' title='Butterfly Caught'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-5117997563746769242</id><published>2008-04-18T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T04:26:19.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Type Thing</title><content type='html'>Grandes tardes, grandes mokas, grandes bezanas, grandes vidas, naquela tasca no lumiar, perto da calçada, a beber cervejas ate o dia nascer... tempos de estudante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-s3lmr09oVg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-s3lmr09oVg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex Type Thing - Stone Temple Pilots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am, I am, I am&lt;br /&gt;I said I wanna get next to you&lt;br /&gt;I said I gonna get close to you&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aint, I aint, I aint&lt;br /&gt;A buyin into your apathy&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna learn ya my philosophy&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know about atrocity, atrocity? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want whats on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I know you like whats on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I know it eats you up inside&lt;br /&gt;I know, you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a man, a man&lt;br /&gt;Ill give ya somethin that ya wont forget&lt;br /&gt;I said ya shouldnt have worn that dress&lt;br /&gt;I said ya shouldnt have worn that dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want whats on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I know you like whats on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I know it eats you up inside&lt;br /&gt;I know, you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come, I come, I come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, I am, I am&lt;br /&gt;I said I wanna get next to you&lt;br /&gt;I said I gonna get close to you&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want whats on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I know you like whats on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I know it eats you up inside&lt;br /&gt;I know, you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;I know you want whats on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I know you like whats on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I know it eats you up inside&lt;br /&gt;I know, you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come, I come, I come&lt;br /&gt;Here I come, I come, I come&lt;br /&gt;Here I come, I come, I come&lt;br /&gt;Here I come, I come, I come&lt;br /&gt;Here I come, I come, I come&lt;br /&gt;Here I come, I come, I come&lt;br /&gt;Here I come, I come, I come&lt;br /&gt;Here I come, I come, I come&lt;br /&gt;Here I come, I come, I come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-5117997563746769242?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5117997563746769242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=5117997563746769242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5117997563746769242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/5117997563746769242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/sex-type-thing.html' title='Sex Type Thing'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603385161606454424.post-1699511709502715436</id><published>2008-04-17T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:47:03.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paroles paroles</title><content type='html'>Outro dia perguntavam-me o que era romantico. Sempre achei que todas as pessoas sao romanticas, e cada uma da sua unica e singular forma. O que para uns seria piroso, para outros seria o ceu. Fica a musica, o momento, o sabor do vinho, o calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/avUC5gMDTKQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/avUC5gMDTKQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paroles Paroles - Dalila e Alain Delon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;C'est étrange, je ne sais pas ce qui m'arrive ce soir&lt;br /&gt;Je te regarde comme pour la première fois&lt;br /&gt;Encore des mots toujours des mots les mêmes mots&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais plus comment te dire&lt;br /&gt;Rien que des mots&lt;br /&gt;Mais tu es cette belle histoire d'amour que je ne cesserai jamais de lire&lt;br /&gt;Des mots faciles des mots fragiles c'était trop beau&lt;br /&gt;Tu es d'hier et de demain&lt;br /&gt;Bien trop beau&lt;br /&gt;De toujours ma seule vérité&lt;br /&gt;Mais c'est fini le temps des rêves&lt;br /&gt;Les souvenirs se fanent aussi quand on les oublient&lt;br /&gt;Tu es comme le vent qui fait chanter les violons&lt;br /&gt;et emporte au loin le parfum des roses&lt;br /&gt;Caramels, bonbons et chocolats&lt;br /&gt;Par moments, je ne te comprends pas&lt;br /&gt;Merci, pas pour moi mais&lt;br /&gt;Tu peux bien les offrir à une autre&lt;br /&gt;Qui aime le vent et le parfum des roses&lt;br /&gt;Moi les mots tendres enrobés de douceur&lt;br /&gt;Se posent sur ma bouche&lt;br /&gt;Mais jamais sur mon cœur&lt;br /&gt;Une parole encore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paroles et paroles et paroles&lt;br /&gt;Écoute-moi&lt;br /&gt;Paroles et paroles et paroles&lt;br /&gt;Je t'en prie&lt;br /&gt;Paroles et paroles et paroles&lt;br /&gt;Je te jure&lt;br /&gt;Paroles et paroles et paroles et paroles&lt;br /&gt;Paroles et encore des paroles que tu sèmes au vent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voilà mon destin te parler, te parler comme la première fois&lt;br /&gt;Encore des mots toujours des mots les mêmes mots&lt;br /&gt;Comme j'aimerais que tu me comprennes&lt;br /&gt;Rien que des mots&lt;br /&gt;Que tu m'écoutes au moins une fois&lt;br /&gt;Des mots magiques des mots tactiques qui sonnent faux&lt;br /&gt;Tu es mon rêve défendu&lt;br /&gt;Oui tellement faux&lt;br /&gt;Mon seul tourment et mon unique espérance&lt;br /&gt;Rien ne t'arrêtes quand tu commences&lt;br /&gt;Si tu savais comme j'ai envie d'un peu de silence&lt;br /&gt;Tu es pour moi la seule musique&lt;br /&gt;qui fait danser les étoiles sur les dunes&lt;br /&gt;Caramels, bonbons et chocolats&lt;br /&gt;Si tu n'existais pas déjà... je t'inventerais&lt;br /&gt;Merci pas pour moi, mais&lt;br /&gt;Tu peux bien les offrir à une autre&lt;br /&gt;qui aime les étoiles sur les dunes&lt;br /&gt;Moi les mots tendres enrobés de douceur&lt;br /&gt;Se posent sur ma bouche mais jamais sur mon cœur&lt;br /&gt;Encore un mot juste une parole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paroles et paroles et paroles&lt;br /&gt;Écoute-moi&lt;br /&gt;Paroles et paroles et paroles&lt;br /&gt;Je t'en prie&lt;br /&gt;Paroles et paroles et paroles&lt;br /&gt;Je te jure&lt;br /&gt;Paroles et paroles et paroles et paroles&lt;br /&gt;Paroles et encore des paroles que tu sèmes au vent&lt;br /&gt;Que tu es belle !&lt;br /&gt;Paroles et paroles et paroles&lt;br /&gt;Que tu est belle !&lt;br /&gt;Paroles et paroles et paroles&lt;br /&gt;Que tu es belle !&lt;br /&gt;Paroles et paroles et paroles&lt;br /&gt;Que tu es belle !&lt;br /&gt;Paroles et paroles et paroles et paroles&lt;br /&gt;Paroles et encore des paroles que tu sèmes au vent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3603385161606454424-1699511709502715436?l=abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1699511709502715436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3603385161606454424&amp;postID=1699511709502715436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1699511709502715436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3603385161606454424/posts/default/1699511709502715436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/paroles-paroles.html' title='Paroles paroles'/><author><name>Fil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
