tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61175962024-02-02T06:21:38.151+00:00minimous lightsminimous(e) lights.
branco. muito. muito. vera. muito. muito clean.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger305125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-27502432984462914432009-06-21T00:51:00.002+01:002009-06-21T00:56:02.251+01:00Exames - banda sonora (11) - coisa mais linda!Odô, axé odô, axé odô, axé odôOdô, axé odô, axé odô, axé odôIsso é pra te levar no ilêPra te lembrar do badauêPra te lembrar de láIsso é pra te levar no meu terreiroPra te levar no candombléPra te levar no altarIsso é pra te levar na féDeus é brasileiroMuito obrigado axéIlumina o mirin orumiláNa estrada que vem a cotaÉ um malê é um malemeQuem tem santo é quem entendeQuanto mais pra quem tem Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-36886116523157079392009-04-17T17:05:00.001+01:002009-04-17T17:06:52.951+01:00Mil - banda sonora (4)Oh he treats me with respectHe says he loves me all the timeHe calls me 15 times a dayHe likes to make sure that I'm fineYou know I've never met a man who's made me feel quite so secureHe's not like all them other boysThey're all so dumb and immatureThere's just one thing that's getting in the wayWhen we go up to bed you're just no goodIts such a shameI look into your eyes I want to get to know Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-48793669820847638682009-03-12T22:49:00.002+00:002009-03-12T23:00:05.330+00:00Mil - banda sonora (3)Desde há uns meses para cá, e como é parca a quantidade de leitores deste blog, tenho vindo a fazer do meu blog um género de 'lista rápida' para as músicas que mais gosto de ouvir ou que vou descobrindo, como foi o caso dos The Beatles, por qualquer que seja a razão. Depois de alguma ponderação e de uma sms de conforto - "a tua banda sonora é impecável! impecável!"- decidi continuar. Tornando-meUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-32527108451784784952009-03-03T22:44:00.001+00:002009-03-03T22:46:45.937+00:00Mil - banda sonora (2)Wouldnt it be nice if we were olderThen we wouldnt have to wait so longAnd wouldnt it be nice to live togetherIn the kind of world where we belongYou know its gonna make it that much betterWhen we can say goodnight and stay togetherWouldnt it be nice if we could wake upIn the morning when the day is newAnd after having spent the day togetherHold each other close the whole night throughHappy timesUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-11547836383358326302009-03-03T22:03:00.003+00:002009-03-03T22:04:55.345+00:00Mil - banda sonora (1)Baby, can't you see I'm calling A guy like you Should wear a warning It's dangerous I'm falling There's no escape I can't wait I need a hit Baby, give me it You're dangerous I'm loving it Too high Can't come down Losing my head Spinning 'round and 'round Do you feel me now? With a taste of your lips I'm on a ride You're toxic I'm slipping under taste of a poison paradise I'm addicted to you Don'tUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-42659058049552293952009-02-08T18:42:00.001+00:002009-02-08T18:44:27.331+00:00Exames - banda sonora (10)When you first left me I was wanting more But you were fucking that girl next door, what cha do that for (what cha do that for) When you first left me I didn't know what to say I never been on my own that way, just sat by myself all day I was so lost back then But with a little help from my friends I found a light in the tunnel at the end Now you're calling me up on the phone So you can have a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-59928337983793344162009-02-06T11:12:00.000+00:002009-02-06T11:13:41.110+00:00Exames - banda sonora (9)When I find myself in times of troubleMother Mary comes to meSpeaking words of wisdom, let it be.And in my hour of darknessShe is standing right in front of meSpeaking words of wisdom, let it be.Let it be, let it be.Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.And when the broken hearted peopleLiving in the world agree,There will be an answer, let it be.For though they may be parted there isStill a chance Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-15092356015462957332009-01-28T01:11:00.001+00:002009-01-28T01:12:44.179+00:00Exames - banda sonora (8)Sinnerman where you gunna run toSinnerman where you gunna run toWhere you gunna run toAll on that dayWell I run to the rockPlease hide me I run to the rockPlease hide me I run to the rockPlease hide me lordAll on that dayWell the rock cried outI cant hide you the rock cried outI cant hide you the rock cried outI aint gunna hide you godAll on that dayI said rock whats a matter with you rockDont Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-8695923759570608242009-01-19T15:00:00.001+00:002009-01-19T15:03:10.896+00:00Exames - banda sonora (7)You hit me once I hit you back You gave a kick I gave a slap You smashed a plate over my head Then I set fire to our bed You hit me once I hit you back You gave a kick I gave a slap You smashed a plate over my head Then I set fire to our bed My black eye casts no shadow Your red eye sees nothing your slap don't stick Your kicks don't hit So we remain the same love sticks sweat drips break the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-8584367622725310692009-01-19T13:35:00.000+00:002009-01-19T13:37:00.467+00:00Exames - banda sonora (6)In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Of every head he's had the pleasure to have known, And all the people that come and go Stop and say hello. On the corner is a banker with a motorcar, The little children laugh at him behind his back. And the banker never wears a mac In the pouring rain, very strange. Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes. WET beneath the blue suburban skies I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-14380460932461739142009-01-15T14:14:00.001+00:002009-01-15T14:16:47.610+00:00Exames - banda sonora (5)t's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dogIt's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a logBut when I get home to you I find the things that you doWill make me feel alrightYou know I work all day to get you money to buy you thingsAnd it's worth it just to hear you say you're gonna give me everythingSo why on earth should I moan, 'cause when I get you aloneYou know IUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-28130183206596890412009-01-15T14:05:00.003+00:002009-01-15T14:20:25.848+00:00Exames - banda sonora (4)Can't buy me love, love Can't buy me love I'll buy you a diamond ring my friend if it makes you feel alright I'll get you anything my friend if it makes you feel alright Cos I don't care too much for money, and money can't buy me love I'll give you all I got to give if you say you'll love me too I may not have a lot to give but what I got I'll give to you I don't care too much for money, money Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-56831228918786498042009-01-14T14:15:00.002+00:002009-01-14T14:34:45.748+00:00Exames - banda sonora (3)Words like violenceBreak the silenceCome crashing inInto my little worldPainful to mePierce right through meCan´t you understandOh my little girlAll I ever wantedAll I ever neededIs here in my armsWords are very unnecessaryThey can only do harmVows are spokenTo be brokenFeelings are intenseWords are trivialPleasures remainSo does the painWords are meaninglessAnd forgettableAll I ever wantedAll I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-23218535912220072422009-01-14T13:44:00.002+00:002009-01-14T14:29:42.713+00:00Exames - banda sonora (2)Help, I need somebody, Help, not just anybody, Help, you know I need someone, help. When I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anybody's help in any way. But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured, Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors. Help me if you can, I'm feeling down And I do appreciate you being round. Help me, get my feet back on the ground,Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-59832579569438597482009-01-09T15:49:00.003+00:002009-01-09T15:54:03.874+00:00Exames - banda sonora (1)Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.There's nothing you can do that can't be done.Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the gameIt's easy.There's nothing you can make that can't be made.No one you can save that can't be saved.Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in timeIt's easy.All you need is love, all you need is Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-84341180942309545382008-11-15T00:46:00.009+00:002008-11-15T00:54:04.925+00:00Testes - banda sonora (8)If it weren't for your maturity none of this would have happenedIf you weren't so wise beyond your years I would've been able to control myselfIf it weren't for my attention you wouldn't have been successful andIf it weren't for me you would never have amounted to very muchOoh this could be messyBut you don't seem to mindOoh don't go telling everybodyAnd overlook this supposed crimeWe'll fast Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-44079253565250062008-11-09T11:48:00.003+00:002008-11-09T11:59:17.029+00:00Testes - banda sonora (7)The look of love is in your eyes a look your smile can't disguise the look of love is saying so much more than these words could ever say and what my heart has heard, well it takes my breath away I can hardly wait to hold you, feel my arms around you how long I have waited waited just to love you, now that I have found you don't ever go You've got the Look of love, it's on your face a look that Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-23980019964715303202008-11-07T17:55:00.001+00:002008-11-07T17:57:29.557+00:00Testes - banda sonora (6)Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go They're ready to go now They've got their surfboards And they're going to the discotheque a go go But she just couldn't stay She had to break away Well New York City really has it all Oh yeah, oh yeah Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker now Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-76414808223383423532008-11-07T12:56:00.001+00:002008-11-07T12:58:17.418+00:00Testes - banda sonora (5)I know your eyes in the morning sun I feel you touch me in the pouring rain and the moment that you wander far from me I wanna feel you in my arms again. And you come to me on a summer breeze keep me warm in your love then you softly leave me and it's me you need to show how deep is your love How deep is your love? I really mean to learn 'Cause we're living in a world of fools breaking us down Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-85010552302778038282008-10-31T11:43:00.007+00:002008-10-31T12:01:07.332+00:00Testes - banda sonora (4)Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And never brought to mind?Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And auld lang syne?For auld lang syne, my dear,For auld lang syne,We'll tak a cup of kindness yet,For auld lang syne! And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,And surely I'll be mine,And we'll tak a cup o kindness yet,For auld lang syne!For auld lang syne, my dear,For auld lang syne,We'll tak a cup of Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-70240078408727986562008-10-30T11:57:00.000+00:002008-10-30T11:59:16.477+00:00Testes - banda sonora (3)Quem é homem de bem, não trai O amor que lhe quer seu bem Quem diz muito que vai, não vai E assim como não vai, não vem Quem de dentro de si não sai Vai morrer sem amar ninguém O dinheiro de quem não dá É o trabalho de quem não tem Capoeira que é bom, não cai E se um dia ele cai, cai bem! Berimbau Capoeira me mandou Dizer que já chegou Chegou para lutar Berimbau me confirmou Vai ter briga de amorUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-17931573266822985712008-10-29T10:37:00.004+00:002008-10-30T12:00:20.214+00:00Testes - banda sonora (2)Sittin in the morning sun,I`ll be sittin' when the evening come,Watching the ships roll in,And I'll watch 'em roll away again, yeah,I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay,Watching the tide roll away, ouh,I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay,Wasting time.I left my home in Georgia,Headed for the Frisco bayI have nothing to live for,Look like nothings gonna come my way,So I'm just go sit on the dock Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-4818718365893777322008-10-28T21:47:00.008+00:002008-10-28T21:55:10.076+00:00Testes - banda sonora (1)You are my sweetest downfallI loved you first, I loved you firstBeneath the sheets of paper lies my truthI have to go, I have to goYour hair was long when we first metSamson went back to bedNot much hair left on his headHe ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bedAnd history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention usAnd the bible didn't mention us, not even onceYou are my Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-64321650621110912702008-05-23T03:08:00.003+01:002008-05-23T03:14:49.582+01:00Intoxicação 16E não seráa ideia de declamarpara uma sala vazia,aquilo,..aquilo,que nos mantém acesos?É que somos maus,há um gosto pelo drama.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117596.post-43964388787824795842008-04-08T15:11:00.001+01:002008-04-08T15:12:15.977+01:00Intoxicação 15Se o silêncio fosse coisa,com peso e forma,à noitemorríamos esmagados.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0