Sexta, 6 de abril de 2007,

nos EUA, enquanto eu ficarei-aqui-chupando-o-dedo-esperando-por-vários-meses.

Kill is Love

Esse fui eu que fiz. Abertura do Kill Bill com a música The Green Leaves of Summer. É espantoso como encaixa direitinho.

Wounds that won't heal

The fear of blood tends to create fear for the flesh.

O que pode acontecer se uma garotinha tem seu corpo completamente queimado e é mantida viva? ...
Todo o seu ódio pode se transformar em trevas.

Apenaz um rapaz goiano

Mas não se preocupe, meu amigo,
Com os horrores que eu lhe digo
Isso é somente uma canção
A vida realmente é diferente, quer dizer,
Ao vivo é muito pior

Belchior

Quero férias

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

Anos Incríveis

In My Life

There are places, I remember,
all my life though some have changed
some forever, not for better
some are gone, and some remain
all these places have their meanings
with lovers and friends I still can recall,
some are dead and some are living...
in my life, I've loved them all.

But of all these friends and lovers,
there is no one compares with you.
And these memories lose their meaning
when I think of love as something new.
Though I know I'll never lose affection for people
and things that went before,
I know I'll often stop and think about them.
In my life, I love you more.

Though I know I'll never lose affection for people
and things that went before,
I know I'll often stop and think about them.
In my life, I love you more.

John Lennon e Paul McCartney

A sexta estação

Quem vai chorar, quem vai sorrir?
Quem vai ficar, quem vai partir?
Pois o trem está chegando, tá chegando na estação
É o trem das sete horas, é o último do sertão, do sertão

Raul Seixas