Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Monday, March 27, 2006
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Fernando Pessoa
Sim, sei bem
Que nunca serei alguém.
Sei de sobra
Que nunca terei uma obra.
Sei, enfim,
Que nunca saberei de mim.
Sim, mas agora,
Enquanto dura esta hora,
Este luar, estes ramos,
Esta paz em que estamos,
Deixem-me crer
O que nunca poderei ser.
Can you say it better ? : ) mais
Friday, March 24, 2006
Count Basie & Billie Holyday
Billie holiday / curtis r. lewis
Hey fat daddy make up your mind
’cause I’ve been waiting such a long, long time
Now baby or never ’cause I been so good to you
Now baby or never ’cause I’ve been so lonesome, too
Now baby or never if I mean anything to you
Now baby or never ’cause you wasted so much time
Now baby or never ’cause you can’t make up your mind
Now baby or never and it ain’t no fault of mine
It’s got to be yes or no
It’s either you stay or go
You can’t leave me on the shelf
You gotta commit yourself
It’s either you will baby or won’t fall
In love with me
Gonna call you once more on the telephone
I’ll give you till twelve then I’ll be gone
I waited last night for you to call
You give me no consideration at all
It’s now baby or never ’cause you wasted so much time
Now baby or never and you must make up your mind
Now babv or never and it ain’t no fault of mine
It’s got to be yes or no
It’s either you stay or go
You can’t leave me on the shelf
You gotta commit yourself
It’s either you will baby or won’t
You do baby or don’t
Either you will baby or won’t fall in love with me
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Friday, March 17, 2006
After years of expensive education,
a car full of books and anticipation,
I’m an expert on Shakespeare and that’s a hell of a lot but the world don't need scholars as much as I thought.
Maybe I'll go travelling for a year,
finding myself or start a career.
I could work for the poor though I’m hungry for fame
we all seem so different but we're just the same.
Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat,
aren't things more easy with a tight six pack?
Who knows the answers? Who do you trust?
I can't even separate love from lust.
Maybe I’ll move back home and pay off my loans,
working nine to five answering phones.
Don't make me live for my friday nights,
drinking eight pints and getting in fights.
I don't want to get up, just let me lie in,
leave me alone, I'm a twenty something.
Maybe I'll just fall in love that could solve it all,
philosophers say that that’s enough,
there surely must be more. Ooooh
Love ain’t the answer nor is work,
the truth eludes me so much it hurts.
But I’m still having fun and I guess that's the key,
I'm a twenty something and I'll keep being me.
I’m a twenty something.
Let me lie in, Leave me alone.
I’m a twenty something.
P.s: Quem é que ele vos faz lembrar ?
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Friday, March 03, 2006
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