É porque te quer levar para a cama! Um aviso à navegação feminina... Desenganem-se as que acreditam no cavalheirismo e na simpatia dos homens. Quando um homem se mostrar cavalheiro ou muito simpático é só porque vos que levar para a cama! Não estou a dizer que isto é mau, apenas que é estúpido. Do ponto de vista femenino isto pode ser bastante bom, afinal de contas podem arranjar ali um gajo que vos faça dois ou três favores e se o gajo for bom ainda por cima o podem comer. Senão... Usem enquanto puderem e depois desfaçam-se dele. Deixo é o pedido aos homens deste mundo em particular e aos de Portugal em geral, deixem-se destas merdas. Só estão a habituar mal as gajas! Tenham um bocado de coluna vertebral e deixem de rastejar...
must have been the devil who changed my mind must have been the wind blowing not me crying half the joy of leaving was the space I left behind now I`m back, angelheaded holloweyed placed myself at the eye of the storm just didn`t see the signpost to scorn the blue sky wrinkled through my tears then darkness grounded all my fears I gave him my sugar; he switched it for salt should have seen him coming that`s always my fault
rocks for my pillow and sand for my bed for better or worse I left him for dead but two rivers to each other run words that shook me like the kick of a gun had something in my heart ain`t got no name turned out he felt the same ain`t it lonesome, ain`t it sad I was the only happiness he ever had by Indian River the vows were said in a red devil`s dress I was wed
bitch`s baby round lady came to me in a dream then lightning struck and thunder roared and nothing was as it seemed a two-headed doctor walked on the water and buried a lemon outside my door he turned and laughed, threw up his hands when I asked him what it was for he sang `ships in the ocean rocks in the sea, blond-headed woman made a fool outta me` then everything went crazy my shoes filled with blood the water rose the wind did howl the river looked ready to flood I left my man asleep to drown and ran without looking back around
ring the bells of mercy send the sinnerman home the keys to the kingdom are lost and gone and I`m left to die alone all these girls grown old now all that long hair in the grave realize what`s done is done it`s far too late to be saved
I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my error So you lick a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways through the club maze We would struggle through the dub daze
I sink myself in hair upon my lover It's how you go down to the men's room sink Sad we talk if how madmen think I sink myself in hair upon my lover I don't know her from another miss I don't know you from another See me run now you're gone...dream on
Daddy G
Why you want to take me to this party and breathe I'm dying to leave Every time we grind you know we sever lines Where have all those flowers gone Long time passing Why you keep me testing, keep me tasking You keep on asking
3d
Toy-like people make me boy-like Toy-like people make me boy-like They're invisible, when the trip it flips They get physical, way below my lips And everything you got hoi-poloi like Now you're lost and you're lethal And now's about atomic you gotta leave all These good people...dream on
Nicer than the bird up in the tree top Cheaper than the chip inside my lap top All the variations you could do with me Nicer than the girl up in your mind you're free
Daddy G
Automatic crystal remote control, We come to move your soul
3d
You kinda fade into the background Like a better smoke'll bring you back round Like a man slide inside you my dear Your cheap beer's filled with crocodile tears See 'em run now you're gone...dream on
Toy-like people make me boy-like Toy-like people make me boy-like
If I had another chance tonight I'd try to tell you that the things we had were right If I had another chance tonight I'd try to tell you that the things we had were right
If I had another chance tonight If I had another chance tonight (...)
Há algum tempo atrás encontrei este manual na net que data de 1894 e achei hilariante. Graças a Deus que eu não nasci naquela época!
INSTRUCTION AND ADVICE FOR THE YOUNG BRIDE
In the Conduct and Procedure of the Intimate and Personal Relationships of the Marriage State, for the Greater Spiritual Sanctity of this Blessed Sacrament and the Glory of God by Ruth Smythers Beloved wife of The Reverend L.D. Smythers, Pastor of the Arcadian Methodist Church of the Eastern Regional Conference Published in the year of our Lord 1894 Spiritual Guidance Press, New York City
INSTRUCTION AND ADVICE FOR THE YOUNG BRIDE
To the sensitive young woman who has had the benefits of proper upbringing, the wedding day is, ironically, both the happiest and most terrifying day of her life. On the positive side, there is the wedding itself, in which the bride is the central attraction in a beautiful and inspiring ceremony, symbolizing her triumph in securing a male to provide for all her needs for the rest of her life. On the negative side, there is the wedding night, during which the bride must pay the piper, so to speak, by facing for the first time the terrible experience of sex.
At this point, dear reader, let me concede one shocking truth. Some young women actually anticipate the wedding night ordeal with curiosity and pleasure! Beware such an attitude! A selfish and sensual husband can easily take advantage of such a bride. One cardinal rule of marriage should never be forgotten:
GIVE LITTLE, GIVE SELDOM, AND ABOVE ALL, GIVE GRUDGINGLY.
Otherwise what could have been a proper marriage could become an orgy of sexual lust.
On the other hand, the bride's terror need not be extreme. While sex is at best revolting and at worst rather painful, it has to be endured, and has been by women since the beginning of time, and is compensated for by the monogamous home and by the children produced through it.
It is useless, in most cases, for the bride to prevail upon the groom to forego the sexual initiation. While the ideal husband would be one who would approach his bride only at her request and only for the purpose of begetting offspring, such nobility and unselfishness cannot be expected from the average man.
Most men, if not denied, would demand sex almost every day. The wise bride will permit a maximum of two brief sexual experiences weekly during the first months of marriage. As time goes by, she should make every effort to reduce this frequency.
Feigned illness, sleepiness, and headaches are among the wife’s best friends in this matter. Arguments, nagging, scolding, and bickering also prove very effective, if used in the late evening about an hour before the husband would normally commence his seduction.
Clever wives are ever on the alert for new and better methods of denying and discouraging the amorous overtures of the husband. A good wife should expect to have reduced sexual contacts to once a week by the end of the first year of marriage and to once a month by the end of the fifth year of marriage.
By their tenth anniversary many wives have managed to complete their child bearing and have achieved the ultimate goal of terminating all sexual contacts with the husband. By this time she can depend upon his love for the children and social pressures to hold the husband in the home.
Just as she should be ever alert to keep the quantity of sex as low as possible, the wise bride will pay equal attention to limiting the kind and degree of sexual contacts. Most men are by nature rather perverted, and if given half a chance, would engage in quite a variety of the most revolting practices. These practices include among others performing the normal act in abnormal positions; mouthing the female body; and offering their own vile bodies to be mouthed in turn.
Nudity, talking about sex, reading stories about sex, viewing photographs and drawings depicting or suggesting sex are the obnoxious habits the male is likely to acquire if permitted.
A wise bride will make it the goal never to allow her husband to see her unclothed body, and never allow him to display his unclothed body to her. Sex, when it cannot be prevented, should be practiced only in total darkness. Many women have found it useful to have thick cotton nightgowns for themselves and pajamas for their husbands. These should be donned in separate rooms. They need not be removed during the sex act. Thus, a minimum of flesh is exposed.
Once the bride has donned her gown and turned off all the lights, she should lie quietly upon the bed and await her groom. When he comes groping into the room she should make no sound to guide him in her direction, lest he take this as a sign of encouragement. She should let him grope in the dark. There is always the hope that he will stumble and incur some slight injury which she can use as an excuse to deny him sexual access.
When he finds her, the wife should lie as still as possible. Bodily motion on her part could be interpreted as sexual excitement by the optimistic husband.
If he attempts to kiss her on the lips she should turn her head slightly so that the kiss falls harmlessly on her cheek instead. If he attempts to kiss her hand, she should make a fist. If he lifts her gown and attempts to kiss her anyplace else she should quickly pull the gown back in place, spring from the bed, and announce that nature calls her to the toilet. This will generally dampen his desire to kiss in the forbidden territory.
If the husband attempts to seduce her with lascivious talk, the wise wife will suddenly remember some trivial non-sexual question to ask him. Once he answers she should keep the conversation going, no matter how frivolous it may seem at the time.
Eventually, the husband will learn that if he insists on having sexual contact, he must get on with it without amorous embellishment. The wise wife will allow him to pull the gown up no farther that the waist, and only permit him to open the front of his pajamas to thus make connection.
She will be absolutely silent or babble about her housework while he’s huffing and puffing away. Above all, she will lie perfectly still and never under any circumstances grunt or groan while the act is in progress.As soon as the husband has completed the act, the wise wife will start nagging him about various minor tasks she wishes him to perform on the morrow.Many men obtain a major portion of their sexual satisfaction from the peaceful exhaustion immediately after the act is over. Thus the wife must insure that there is no peace in this period for him to enjoy. Otherwise, he might be encouraged to soon try for more.
One heartening factor for which the wife can be grateful is the fact that the husband’s home, school, church, and social environment have been working together all through his life to instill in him a deep sense of guilt in regards to his sexual feelings, so that he comes to the marriage couch apologetically and filled with shame, already half cowed and subdued. The wise wife seizes upon this advantage and relentlessly pursues her goal first to limit, later to annihilate completely her husband’s desire for sexual expression.
Isto explica muita coisa... As mulheres desde há muito tempo que são treinadas para nos foderem o juizo, por isso é normal que seja dificil perderem esse hábito. E depois admiravam-se que os gajos fossem às putas!
Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you. Ghosts are now waiting for you. Are you... Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you. Ghosts are now waiting for you. Are you... Dreaming! Dreaming the night! Dreaming all right!
Do we! Do we know, when we FLY? When we, when we go Do we die?
Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you. Ghosts are now waiting for you. Are you... Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you. Ghosts are now waiting for you. Are you... Dreaming! Dreaming the night! Dreaming all right!
Do we! Do we know, when we FLY? When we, when we go Do we die
LALALALALALLALAALALALALALAALALALALA
Do we, do we know When we fly When we, when we go Do we die
Dear my love, haven't you wanted to be with me And dear my love, haven't you longed to be free I can't keep pretending that I don't even know you And at sweet night, you are my own Take my hand
We're leaving here tonight There's no need to tell anyone They'd only hold us down So by the morning light We'll be halfway to anywhere Where love is more than just your name
I have dreamt of a place for you and I No one know who we are there All I want is to give my life only to you I've dreamt so long I cannot dream anymore Let's run away, I'll take you there
Forget this life Come with me Don't look back you're safe now Unlock your heart Drop your guard No one's left to stop you
Forget this life Come with me Don't look back you're safe now Unlock your heart Drop your guard No one's left to stop you now
I woke up in a dream today To the cold and the static And I put my cold feet on the floor Forgot all about yesterday Remembering Im pretending to be where Im not anymore A little taste of hipocrisy And Im left in the wake of the mistake Slow to react Even though youre so close to me Youre still so distant And I cant bring you back
Its true The way I feel Was promised by your face The sound of your voice Painted on my memories Even if youre not with me
Im with you You, now I see Keeping everything inside With You You, now I see Even when I close my eyes With you You, now I see Keeping everything inside With You You, now I see Even when I close my eyes
I hit you and you hit me back We fall to the floor The rest of the day stands still Fine line between this and that But when things go wrong I pretend that the past isnt real Im trapped in this memory And Im left in the wake of the mistake Slow to react Even though youre so close to me Youre still so distant And I cant bring you back
Its true The way I feel Was promised by your face The sound of your voice Painted on my memories Even if youre not with me
Im with you You, now I see Keeping everything inside With You You, now I see Even when I close my eyes With you You, now I see Keeping everything inside With You You, now I see Even when I close my eyes
No, I wont let you control my fate While Im holding the wait of the world on my conscience No, I wont just sit here and wait While you wear your options Youre making a fool of me No, you didnt dare try to say that you dont care And solemnly swear not to follow me there No, it aint like me to beg on my knees Oh, please, oh, baby, please Thats not how Im doing things No, Im not upset No, Im not angry I know love is love, love Sometimes it pains me With or without you Ill always be with you You'll never forget me Im keeping you with me No, I wont let you take me to the end of my rope While you burn and torture my soul No, Im not your puppet And, no, no, no, I wont let you go
No, no matter how far weve come I cant wait to see tomorrow No matter how far weve come, I I cant wait to see tomorrow
With you You, now I see Keeping everything inside With You You, now I see Even when I close my eyes With you You, now I see Keeping everything inside With You You, now I see Even when I close my eyes
Come, taking a ride, off to one side, It is a personal thing Where, when I can stand up In this cage I’m not regretting. I don’t need a better thing, I’ll settle for less. It’s another thing for me, I just have to wander through this world... alone.
Stop, before you fall Into that hole that I have dug here. Rest, even as you Are starting to feel the way I used to. I don’t need a better thing, Just to sound confused. Don’t talk about everyone, I am not amused.....by you.
Cuz I’m gonna lose ya Yes, I’m gonna lose ya If I’m gonna lose ya Cuz I’m gonna lose ya Yes, I’m gonna lose ya If I’m gonna lose ya, I’ll lose ya now for sure.
This post is not some state of mind. I love this song, just because it's plain beautiful. It does not make me sad, happy or longing. Though the lyrics have some sadness in them. I just like to listen this singer's great voice.
Esta música começou a tocar hoje quando estava a tomar banho e mexeu comigo. Como é obvio ja a conheço há alguns aninhos e sempre a curti. O engraçado é que fez-me lembrar de um pequeno texto que de inicio julgava ser do Jerry Seinfeld mas afinal é de George Carlin:
"The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What’s that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you’re too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating …and you finish off as an orgasm."
E apesar desta música ter uns anintos não perdeu qualidade, como prova disso está o reaproveitamento feito pelos Youth Group. Espero que eu com o passar do tempo também não esteja a perder qualidades. Mas se calhar como não as tenho também não as posso perder. :D Whatever! ;)
PS: Para quem não sabe o original é dos Alphaville
Lyrics: Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies Hoping for the best but expecting the worst Are you going to drop the bomb or not? Let us die young or let us live forever We don't have the power but we never say never Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip The music's for the sad men Can you imagine when this race is won Turn our golden faces into the sun Praising our leaders we're getting in tune The music's played by the madman
Forever young, i want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever, forever forever Forever young, i want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever Forever young
Some are like water, some are like the heat Some are a melody and some are the beat Sooner or later they all will be gone Why don't they stay young It's so hard to get old without a cause I don't want to perish like a fading horse Youth is like diamonds in the sun And diamonds are forever So many adventures couldn't happen today So many songs we forgot to play So many dreams are swinging out of the blue We let them come true
Forever young, i want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever, forever forever Forever young, i want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever forever forever Forever young, i want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever, forever forever Forever young, i want to be forever
Hey you caught me in a coma And I don't think I wanna Ever come back to this...world again Kinda like it in a coma 'Cause no one's ever gonna Oh, make me come back to this...world again Now I feel as if I'm floating away I can't feel all the pressure And I like it this way But my body's callin' My body's callin' Won't ya come back to this...world again Suspended deep in a sea of black I've got the light at the end I've got the bones on the mast Well I've gone sailin', I've gone sailin' I could leave so easily While friends are calling back to me I said they're They're leaving it all up to me When all I needed was clarity And someone to tell me What the fuck is going on Goddamn it!
Slippin' farther an farther away It's a miracle how long we can stay In a world our minds created In a world that's full of shit
Help me Help me Help me Help me Bastard
Please understand me I'm climbin' through the wreckage Of all my twisted dreams But this cheap investigation just can't stifle all my screams And I'm waitin' at the crossroads Waiting for you Waiting for you Where are you
No one's gonna bother me anymore No one's gonna mess with my head no more I can't understand what all the fightin's for But it's so nice here down off the shore I wish you could see this 'Cause there's nothing to see It's peaceful here and it's fine with me Not like the world where I used to live I never really wanted to live
Zap him again Zap the son of a bitch again
Ya live your life like it's a coma So won't you tell me why we'd wanna With all the reasons you give it's It's kinda hard to believe But who am I to tell you that I've seen any reason why you should stay Maybe we'd be better off without you anyway
You got a one way ticket On your last chance ride Gotta one way ticket To your suicide Gotta one way ticket An there's no way out alive An all this crass communication That has left you in the cold Isn't much for consolation When you feel so weak and old But is home is where the heart is Then there's stories to be told No you don't need a doctor No one else can heal your soul
Got your mind in submission Got your life on the line But nobody pulled the trigger They just stepped aside They be down by the water While you watch 'em waving goodbye They be callin' in the morning They be hangin' on the phone They be waiting for an answer When you know nobody's home And when the bell's stopped ringing It was nobody's fault but your own There were always ample warnings There were always subtle signs And you would have seen it comin' But we gave you too much time And when you said that no one's listening Why'd your best friend drop a dime Sometimes we get so tired of waiting For a way to spend our time An "It's so easy" to be social "It's so easy" to be cool Yeah it's easy to be hungry When you ain't got shit to lose And I wish that I could help you With what you hope to find But I'm still out here waiting Watching reruns of my life When you reach the point of breaking Know it's gonna take some time To heal the broken memories That another man would need Just to survive
But I can’t pretend that this is the way, it'll stay, I’m just, (Trying to bend the truth) I can’t pretend I'm who you want me to be so I'm, (Lying my way from)
Muito bom mix de uma musica do Elvis. Por alguma razão lembro-me perfeitamente que a Nike fez anúncio com esta musica mas do anúncio em si não me lembro. Faz parte também da banda sonora do Ocean's Eleven. Já passou umas 20x na TV mas para quem ainda não o viu, aconselho.
Agrada-me a letra da música. :) A little less conversation, a little more action please All this aggravation aint satisfactioning me A little more bite and a little less bark A little less fight and a little more spark Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me Satisfy me baby
Não curto os cães que ladram muito. Tornam-se chatos. Mas há sempre quem goste deles. Se bem que o Elvis não está a falar deste tipo de animais. As pessoas que falam muito e não fazem nada também se tornam enfadonhas. Porque ao fim de algum tempo já se sabe que é só garganta e nenhuma acção. Mas há sempre quem goste delas.
Ahhhh!!! Finamente um dia que começou bem. Pelo menos com mais energia. O que é que mudou de ontem para hoje? Nada. Mas o meu "bom" mau humor voltou. Vamos ver se se aguenta. (6)
E partir esta merda toda, em vez de esconder a dor, n? Estou farto deste marasmo!
Marasmo, definição segundo o wikicionário: ma.ras.mo
1. tédio, vazio * A recuperação do setor habitacional sucede-se ao marasmo que marcou a década de 90 e se estendeu até 2003. (editorial do jornal O Estado de São Paulo de 23 de junho de 2008) 2. doença causada por uma desnutrição proteico-calórica
Segundo a wikipedia:
Marasmo é a desnutrição proteico-calórica do tipo seco, ou seja, é uma desnutrição por falta de calorias e proteínas em um paciente muito magro e desidratado. Esta condição é resultado da fome por escassez de alimentos. Em seu tratamento deve-se prover uma dieta com proteínas de alto valor biológico e calorias adequadas para que aproveite o nitrogênio presente na proteína.
O marasmo ocorre quando a pessoa não faz sexo, durante muito tempo, em quantidade suficiente de nenhum tipo de nutriente necessário ao perfeito funcionamento do corpo humano. A falta de alimentos ricos em carboidratos, proteínas, lipídios, sais minerais e vitaminas provoca vários malefícios à saúde. A pessoa não cresce, fica muito magra, com freqüência adquire outras doenças, fica com a pele ressecada e descamante, tem os músculos reduzidos e está sempre com fome. A doença tem esse nome devido ao fato de o doente não possuir disposição para realizar suas atividades sexuais.
Bolas, mal por mal espero nunca ter a doença... É que aí ia ser o descalabro total! Toca mas é a comer muita proteína para evitar males maiores... Se houver Tédio que haja vontade de foder pelo menos! É que enquanto uma pessoa está entretida o tédio passa.
