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sexta-feira, 11 de dezembro de 2009


Mais um ano que se vai... ufa escapamos por pouco... é Fluminense, você ainda me mata do coração. São tantas emoções em miseros 1/4 de seculo de vida.
Tomara que segurem essa base, mixto de xerém com alguns atletas carimbados como Conca e Fred...

Espero um 2010 repleto de conquistas para nós tricolores!

e que o nosso presidente Orca fique mudo... hehe

quarta-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2009

Hellacopters - The Devil Stole the Beat from the Lord


Got you concerned by some unconcious mistake
A bit blacker magic for that soulselling sake
Kinda caught you cold - a wicked twist on your fate
Could call it crucifixion or subdue to create
Got you fooled by a mass demand
Bragging 'bout fortunes you're about to land
And your loudmouth got your conscious sore
But it feels so good when you scream for more
The devil stole the beat from the Lord
It's time to set things straight
Bragging like a brat
That you got away
You're goin' down and you have to pay
Got you counting numbers and talking in tounges
Got your name in blood suck the air from your lungs
And they have you playin' such devious games
Where no bets are even - the dealer's always the same
Now your illusions they don't seem so grand
What you call yours is just second hand
Never question what they want from you
Just get up and dance when they tell you to
It's hard to smile
When you choke on your laughter
But the Lord works in mysterious ways
Without a hint or a clue
The devil stole the beat from the Lord
Do you got what it takes
Keep braggin' like a brat
That you got away
Thought you'd last 'til the end
But you don't have the means
The devil stole the beat from the Lord
And the melody sway
You're goin' down and you have to pay

terça-feira, 17 de fevereiro de 2009

Alice in Chains - Love Hate Love


I tried to love you; I thought I could
I tried to own you; I thought I would
I want to peel the skin from your face
Before the real you lays to waste

You told me I'm the only one
Sweet little angel- you should have run
Lying, crying, dying to leave
Innocence creates my hell

Cheating myself; still you know more
It would be so easy with a whore
Try to understand me little girl
My twisted passion to be your world

Lost inside my sick head
I live for you but I'm not alive
Take my hands before I kill
I still love you, I still burn

Love, hate, love

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