Monday, March 01, 2010

Living on my own


Sometimes I feel I'm gonna break down and cry
Nowhere to go nothing to do with my time
I get lonely so lonely living on my own

Sometimes I feel I'm always walking too fast
And everything is coming down on me down on me
I go crazy oh so crazy living on my own

Dee do de de dee do de de
I don't have no time for no monkey business
Dee do de de dee do de de
I get so lonely lonely lonely lonely yeah
Got to be some good times ahead

Sometimes I feel nobody gives me no warning
Find my head is always up in the clouds in a dreamworld
It's not easy living on my own

Dee do de de dee do de de
I don't have no time for no monkey business
Dee do de de dee do de de
I get so lonely lonely lonely lonely yeah
Got to be some good times ahead

Dee do de de dee do de de
I don't have no time for no monkey business
Dee do de de dee do de de
I get so lonely lonely lonely lonely yeah
Got to be some good times ahead


Queen - Living On My Own

Thursday, February 18, 2010

The Man in the Arena

"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face in marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."

The Man in the Arena By Theodore Roosevelt.

Monday, February 08, 2010

The good guy

Este filme parece ter bastante potencial.
Vamos lá ver se conseguem desenvolver o tema e fazer um filme à altura.

Monday, February 01, 2010

Honest twister commercial

Honest twister commercial

Acho que vou ver se arranjo lá para casa. :D

The morning after...


(andre 3000):
the morning after...
(girl):
what time is it? 7:48! where where are my where where where are my panties?
oh my god where are my panties?...
damn where...
i don't...,
he gon think im a ho...
fuck that i liked it,...
i was drunk and it was my birthday anyway...
maybe i should just lay here and let him touch my booty...
mmmmm but he dont even know my name...

(andre 3000):
i know she think that i just think she some kind of ho...
i don't give a shit bout give in it up on the first night...
that just lettin me know...
she know what she want outta life...

what a hell a way to god damn wake up,...
oh that shit was good oh maybe...
she'd get me some breakfast she so goddamn sweet, sweet as she wanna be... oh i just oh i wanna lay in her hair...
you can't fall for it, don't fall for it Ice Cold (ice cold!!!)
maybe i just roll over and lay on her booty yeah nah no no no , just lay and be cool be cool (ice cold!!) but what if she, what if she, what if she, what if she's the one........


Outkast - Where are my panties?

Friday, January 29, 2010

Afinal não é assim tão complicado...

You are the woman for me if we are able to speak our mind freely without hurting each others sensibility.
That means we really are one.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Women Lose Weight


What a surpriser
Open your eyes, A
Woman advisor

The name of this entertainment is women lose weight
Our first years of marriage everything was just great
But after two kids and the weight gain factor
The fact is now she's completely unattractive
Look, fat chicks, I don't mean to sound rude
I tell her nice hit the gym and don't eat so much food
But no, 'You're shallow, you need to run the course of unconditional love and
so forth'
But how, If desire's not there that's just delayment

Divorce is, child support, alimony payments
My happiness I doubt discouraged
So hurry for an easier way out of this marriage

Meanwhile my secretary June, well groomed
'When you gonna leave your wife?'
I tell her soon monny soon I assume
Or my destiny is blue
Interestingly the only thing left for me to do
Is to kill her

What a surpriser
Open your eyes, A
Woman advisor

I'm going to have to kill her
Of course there's laws which enforces divorces
I'm send that ass right
To the morgue miss
My plans against or shenanigans kinda ran thin
Knowing nothing about poisoning and I can't swim
Bad intentions pumping, might as wall become numb
Cut her lungs or the obvious robbery gone wrong
But the catch is do I have the nerve to dispatch this
Who can I get to help me murder this fat chick?
I guess I'll have to play a dude robbing
On Wednesday the day she usually goes food shopping
Anyway, long story short hit the side of her Chrysler
And sent it clean over the divider
You bastard she said as the wreck went tumbling down the hill
I thought she has to be dead
Later on, ger a call from a Lieutenant O'Rourke
Had me leaping like a frog
"We need you at the morgue'
So I selfishly pursue
Boo Hoo there was nothing else left for me to do
I have to kill her

What a surpriser

Screaming who done took my heart
Acting shaken up a lot

At the funeral, though everyone was looking at me odd
Like I did it
Like I was the reason my mates slain
Murmuring, I heard he was displeased with her weight gain
While my secretary, sort of a sexy blonde, can't COOK
All she does is order from restaurants
All of the sex you want
I doubt could address
Clothes not washed proper and house look a mess
And talking to detectives that was waiting outside
How I took a long lunch break day the wife died
I darn near turned pale
And because of betrayal
They indicted me and gave me an impossible bail

Good fortune to anyone admiring the rawtent
Moral of the story is desire is important
So watch your weight it will keep your mate smitten
It's a given
Though looking back I realise I didn't have to kill her

What a surpriser

Well there you have it
Keep trim keep your marriages healthy
You know what I mean
A small message from Morcheeba adn Slick Rick ruler

Peace


Morcheeba - Women Lose Weight

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

ProudCow

The bastard who is taking my social life away:


Sexy Bitch


Yes, I can see her
'cause every girl in here wanna be her
Oh! She's a Diva...
I feel the same,
And I wanna meet her

They say: "She low down..."
It's just a rumour I don't believe 'em!
They say: "She needs to slow down..."
The *baddest* thing around town!

She's nothing like a girl you've ever seen before!
Nothing you can compare to your neighborhood whore!
I'm tryinna find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful!!!

The way, that booty movin' - I can't take no more
Have to stop what I'm doin', so I can pull up her close
I'm tryinna find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful

Damn Girl!!!

Damn, you's a sexy bitch, sexy bitch!
Damn, you's a sexy bitch!

Damn Girl!!!

Damn, you's a sexy bitch, sexy bitch!
Damn, you's a sexy bitch!

Damn Girl!!!

Yes, I can see her
'cause every girl in here wanna be her
Oh! She's a Diva...
I feel the same,
And I wanna meet her

They say: "She low down..."
It's just a rumour I don't believe 'em!
They say: "She needs to slow down..."
The *baddest* thing around town!

She's nothing like a girl you've ever seen before!
Nothing you can compare to your neighborhood whore!
I'm tryinna find the words to describe this girl without being

disrespectful!!!

The way, that booty movin' - I can't take no more
Have to stop what I'm doin', so I can pull up her close
I'm tryinna find the words to describe this girl without being

disrespectful

Damn Girl!!!

Damn, you's a sexy bitch, sexy bitch!
Damn, you's a sexy bitch!

Damn Girl!!!

Damn, you's a sexy bitch, sexy bitch!
Damn, you's a sexy bitch!

Damn Girl!!!

Damn, you's a sexy bitch, sexy bitch!
Damn, you's a sexy bitch!

Damn Girl!!!

Damn, you's a sexy bitch, sexy bitch!
Damn, you's a sexy bitch!

Damn! You's a Sexy Bitch!


David Ghetta feat. Akon - Sexy Bitch

Friday, January 15, 2010

Viva la vida


I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead!
Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh


Coldplay - Viva La Vida

Monday, January 11, 2010

Happy


Someone once told me
That you have to choose
What you win or lose
You can’t have everything

Don’t you take chances
You might feel the pain
Don’t you love in vain
Cause love wont set you free

I could stand by the side
And watch this life pass me by
So unhappy but safe as could be

So what if it hurts me
So what if I break down
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet run out of ground
I gotta find my place

I wanna hear my sound
Don’t care about other pain in front of me
Cause I’m just tryna be happy, yeah
Just wanna be happy, yeah

Holding on tightly
Just can’t let it go
Just tryna play my roll
Slowly disappear, oooh
Well all these tears
They feel like they’re the same
Just different faces, different names
Get me outta here
Well I can stand by the side
And watch this life pass me by
Pass me by

So what if it hurts me
So what if i break down
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet run out of ground
I gotta find my place

I wanna hear my sound
Don’t care about other pain in front of me
Cause I’m just tryna be happy
Just wanna be happy
Oooh…

So any turns that i cant see
Ill count a stranger on this road
But don’t say victim
Don’t say anything

So what if it hurts me
So what if i break down
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet run out of ground
I gotta find my place

I wanna hear my sound
Don’t care about all the pain in front of me
Cause I’m just try to be happy
Just wanna be happy


Leona Lewis - Happy

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Breeze


Dj Gregory - Breeze

Saturday, December 05, 2009

I like it


Oh
Oh
I Like it
I like it a lot

Oh
I like it a lot

Oh
I like it a lot

I liked it
I liked it a lot

Step there, sooner than not
Right there, there on the ground

Did I say I liked it?
Yes you did
Did I say I liked it?
Yes you did

I like it
I liked it a lot

I like everything about you
I like everything we try
I like everything we did then

I liked it so good inside,
So good inside

I liked it
No, I liked it a lot
I liked it
Oh way to go

Take this
You did it a lot
It's better
Better than most

I liked it
I liked it a lot
I liked it
I liked it a lot

Did I say I liked it?
Did I say that now?
Did I say I loved it?
Did you understand?
Did you get it right now?

Did I make sense..
Did it feel good now?

Did I say I liked it?
I liked it a lot
I liked it
I liked it a lot

Did I say I liked it?
I liked it a lot
Did I say I liked it?
You know I liked it a lot

I liked it
I liked it a lot
I liked it
No, I liked it a lot

I like it
I liked it a lot
I like it
I liked it a lot


Moby - I Like It

Sim. Gostei, gostei bastante!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Iris


And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
Chorus

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies

When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am


Goo Goo Dolls - Iris

Thursday, October 29, 2009

A palavra é de prata...

Há tempos estive a ver um video no youtube que fala das diferenças entre os cérebros dos homens em relação ao das mulheres. E uma coisa engraçada e veridica é a capacidade que os homens têm de se desligar de tudo e não pensar em nada, a tal "nothing box" que nós homens usamos para relaxar. E isto é algo que as mulheres não conseguem perceber. Não suportam ver-nos neste estado! Depois gera-se aquela conversa habitual pela qual eu já passei com a minha ex...
- "Em que é que estás a pensar?"
- "Em nada."
- "Em nada? Como é que é possivel não estares a pensar em nada?"
- "Sim, não estava a pensar em nada."
- "Oh, não me queres é dizer..."
- "Não estava a pensar em nada!!!"
- "Vá lá, diz lá..."
Tanto chateia que começas a pensar "Tenho de inventar qq coisa só para ver se ela se cala. Chata dum caralho!". E vais inventar o que? Vá qq coisa pra despachar...
- "Tava a pensar que amanhã talvez chova."
- "Tavas a pensar no tempo? Só isso? De certeza que tavas a pensar em mais alguma coisa..."
- "Não era só isso."
- "Mas tavas tão calado!"
Pois tava caralho, porque não tava a pensar em nada e logo não tinha nada para dizer!!!
- "Era so isso."
- "Va lá de certeza que tava a pensar em mais alguma coisa!"
Foda-se que ja me tou a passar com esta merda! Tenho de inventar qualquer coisa de mais profundo para ver se a convenço a calar-se e deixar-me voltar a não pensar em nada!
- "Estava a pensar em como gosto de ti e como estou feliz de estar contigo." (Quando tás é todo fodido por ela te estar a lixar o juizo com merdas sem importancia.)
- "Ah... E o que é que mais gostas em mim?"
Pronto, acabou-se o sossego, já não podes voltar a "pensar" em nada...
Que mania que as mulheres têm! Porra se eu eventualmente estiver a pensar em alguma coisa isso diz-me respeito a mim e não tenho porque contar o que vai na minha cabeça.
Por isso para todas as mulheres que têm a mania de fazer isso, e em especial para a minha adorada ex, para a qual nunca tive a clareza de espirito para lhe dizer isto: SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH AND LET ME GET SOME PEACE OF MIND!

Monday, October 26, 2009

When Love Takes Over


Its complicated
It always is
That’s just the way it goes
Feels like I waited so long for this
I wonder if it shows

Head under water
Now i can't breath
It never felt so good
‘Cause i can feel it coming over me
I wouldn’t stop it if i could

When love takes over (yeah-ah-eah)
You know you can’t deny
When love takes over (yeah-ah-eah)
‘Cause something’s here tonight


Give me a reason
I gotta know
Do you feel it too?
Cant you see me here unoverload
And this time I blame you
Looking out for you to hold my hand
It feels like I could fall
Now love me right, like I know you can
We could lose it all

When love takes over (yeah-ah-eah)
You know you can’t deny
When love takes over (yeah-ah-eah)
‘Cause something’s here tonight

When love takes over (yeah-ah-eah)
You know you can’t deny
When love takes over (yeah-ah-eah)
‘Cause something’s here tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight


David Guetta feat Kelly Rowland - When Love Takes Over

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Dig!


Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing

I would love to beat the face,
Of any mother fucker that's thinkin' they can change me,
White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold,
If you're wantin' a piece of me I broke the mother fuckin' mold,
I'm drowning in your wake
Shit rubbed in my face
Teething on concrete
Gums bleeding

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing

I struggle in violated space,
Sell out motherfuckers in the biz that try to fuck me,
Hang from their T's rated P.G. insight,
I ain't sellin' my soul when there's nothing to buy
I'm livid in my space
Pissing in my face
Fuck you
While you try
To fuck me

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was you ain't fuckin' changing me
dig
dig
dig
dig, kill, now motherfucker
dig, kill, now motherfucker
dig, kill, now motherfucker
dig,
Go.

Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the glock against your head
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the glock against your head,
Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs
your the blind fuck

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing
Wish you were committing
Suicide suckin' on a mother fuckin' tailpipe
Dead man walking on a tight rope
Limbless in the middle of a channel bombs away


Mudvayne - Dig

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

O amor deixa-nos estupidos.

PARENTAL ADVISORY EXPLICIT CONTENT

Em vez de gastarem dinheiro em vacinas para a gripe A deviam era gastar dinheiro a fazer uma vacina para essa coisa chamada "amor" porque é a causa de uma taxa muito elevada de estupidez na população.
Ficamos estupidos em todos os sentidos...
O que acho mais parvo é coisas do tipo, "O amor tudo perdoa", "Quando se ama faz-se tudo pela outra pessoa" "Quando se ama coloca-se a outra pessoa em 1º lugar", e coisas desse género. É a estupidez levada ao estremo!
Já para não falar que depois as pessoas andam cegas... Não vêm os defeitos das pessoas, ou se vêm fecham os olhos. Às vezes evitam criticar "- Querido, achas que estou gorda? -Não, estás muito bem assim minha pombinha de 185Kg." ou deixar de se falar em certos assuntos com medo do que a outra pessoa poderá pensar... Mudança de personalidade para parecer bem aos olhos da outra pessoa também é um sintoma comum!
Tudo porque? Não é porque gostes muito da outra pessoa, tu queres é leva-la para a cama e infelizmente foi inventada esta cena do "amor" para convencer as senhoras dos nossos nobres interesses. Quando tudo o que nós e elas queremos é só dar umas quecas.
Acontece depois é que passado algum tempo perde-se o interesse, o sexo deixa de ser novidade, tu fartas-te de andar a fingir ser alguem que não és, começas a notar os defeitos da outra pessoa mas estás agarrado à vaca porque andaste para aí a espalhar aos sete ventos que a "amavas".
Então e agora como é que te livras dela? Tens de arranjar alguma forma de o fazer.
Há duas maneiras, podes arranjar tomates para terminar com ela. Mas aí se calhar vais perder a oportunidade de comer metade das amigas dela porque vão achar-te um porco sem coração.
Ou então começas a fazer-lhe a vida negra para ver se é ela que termina contigo. Essa seria a melhor opção porque depois podes andar a fazer o papel de vitima e vais poder usar isso para conhecer gajas. "Estou tão triste, a minha namorada deixou-me. Não sei se vou conseguir apaixonar-me outra vez..." and so on...
Mas isso não vai acontecer! Porque com essa conversa toda agora a cabra "ama-te"! Eu digo agora, porque de inicio ela também só queria dar umas fodas contigo, mas depis entrou na onda do "amor" e agora vai perdoar-te todas as cenas que lhe fizeres e nunca vai terminar a relação contigo!
Isto só pode acabar de uma maneira, e vai ser ao estilo do survivor... Last man standing wins.
Os tribunais estão apinhados de processos de divorcio por culpa do "amor". Passo a explicar, "amas" alguem, decides casar-te, só que depois de te casares começam os problemas, acaba-se aquele interesse fisico inicial em que é tudo novo e interessante. E quer se queira quer não o certo é que muitos problemas do casal começam exactamente aí, na cama. Só que depois as pessoas não sabem resolve-los porque não sabem comunicar um com o outro. Às vezes se calhar até por causa do "amor". Haverá muita gente que nem sequer é capaz de dizer à mulher que "ama" que não esta satisfeito com a quantidade e qualidade dos broches que recebe... Quanto mais explicar-lhe que gostava de vestir a roupa interior dela enquanto ela o chicoteia e o sodomiza com um cacete de meio metro? O que é que ela vai pensar? Provavelmente que é um tarado, mas o importante é falar dessas coisas e quem sabe, até se chega a um consenso... Até alinha na cena de te chicotear e sodomizar-te mas nada de lhe vestires a roupa interior porque lha alargas. Mas bem, logo à partida se a tua mulher ainda nem sequer desconfia desse teu fetiche então já está algo errado.
Vamos casar-nos porque eu vou "amar-te" para sempre. Tradução: "Vamos casar-nos porque tu és a única mulher que eu quero foder para o resto da vida". Mal tu sabes que depois de te casares essa vai ser a única mulher que não vais foder para o resto da vida...
Assim que pões uma aliança no dedo vão começar a aparecer-te mulheres por todos os lados. Afinal de contas tu estás casado o que quer dizer que deves valer alguma coisa, ao contrario dos gajos que elas conhecem que só as querem levar para a cama. Tu és capaz de compromisso e parece que para além disso houve uma mulher que se sacrificou para te aturar para o resto da vida! Deves ser mesmo excepcional!
Mas não, na realidade tu só estás casado porque és um gajo igual aos outros! A única coisa que querias era levar a mulher com quem estás casado para a cama! Para o resto da vida!
Gajos dão porrada nas mulheres e elas nunca os vão denunciar porque depois de passar a raiva eles afinal até dizem que as "amam" tanto...
Só vejo dois motivos para se bater numa mulher, uma é self-defense a outra é porque ela gosta de levar umas palmadas na cama mas em nenhum dos dois casos eu lhes digo que as "amo". No primeiro caso acho que é obvio o porque. No segundo porque não quero estragar o que há de bom entre nós.
Devia mesmo haver uma vacina.

Friday, October 09, 2009

What yo saying mon?


Intro:
The gal dem Schillati...Sean da Paul
saw me give it to... saw me give it to.... saw me give it to., all girls
Five million and forty naughty shorty...
Baby girl...all my girls, all my girls...Sean de Paul say

Chorus :
Well woman the way they time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm
oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I...
Wanna be the Papa...You can be the Mom....oh oh!

Verse1:
Make I see the gal them bruk out pon the floor from you don't want no worthless performer
From you don't want no man wey can't turn you on gal make I see your hand them up on ya..
Can't tan pon it long.....naw eat no yam...no steam fish....nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna..

Chorus:
Verse 2:
Bumper exposed and gal you got your chest out but you no wasters cause gal you impress out...
And if you des out a me you fi test out,Cause I got the remedy to make you de-stress out....
Me haffi flaunt it because me God Bless out...And girl if you want it you haffi confess out...
A no lie but we need set speed a fi test the mattress out..

Chorus:
Verse 3:
Gal don't say me crazy now, this Strangelove it a no Bridgette and Flava show..
Time fi a make baby now so stop gwaa like you a act shady yo...
Woman don't play me know, cause a no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo....
My lovin' is the way to go...my lovin' is the way to go.....

Chorus:
Verse 4:
When you roll with a player like me...with a brother like me girl there is no other
No need to talk it right here to spark it right here keep it undercover
From me love how you fit inna you blouse and you fat inna you jeans and mi waan discover..
Everything bout you baby girl can you hear when me utter...

Chorus:
Make I see the gal them bruk out pon the floor from you don't want no worthless performer
From you don't want no man wey can't turn you on gal make I see your hand them up on ya..
Can't tan pon it long.....naw eat no yam...no steam fish....nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna..

Chorus
oh oh
oh oh
oh oh


Sean Paul - Temperature

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Amália


Há duas coisas que me conseguem arrepiar, uma é ouvir o hino nacional num estádio. A outra é a voz desta Senhora.
Sem querer ser poeta, ambos se resumem ao mesmo, a voz do povo portugues.


Amália Rodrigues - Com que voz