domingo, 14 de dezembro de 2008

Bomba de Chocolate













Bombardeia meu coração dessa paixão louca com gosto de Chocolate. Derrete minha alma, minha língua na sua, transcorre esse amor pra dentro das minhas veias...
Hiperglicemeia minha vida!!

Big Empty


Big Empty

Stone Temple Pilots


Drivin' faster in my car
Falling farther from just what we are
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more, these conversations kill
Falling faster in my car

Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to take a ride, it leaves today no conversation

Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to wait to long, to wait to long, to wait to long

To much walkin, shoes worn thin
To much trippin and my soulds worn thin
Time to catch a ride, it leaves today, her name is what it means
To much walkin, shoes worn thin

Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to take a ride, it leaves today no conversation

Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to wait to long, to wait to long, to wait to long

Conversations kill
Conversations kill
Conversations kill

Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to take a ride, it leaves today no conversation

Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to wait to long, to wait to long, to wait to long

Conversations kill
Conversations kill
Conversations kill


Como eu queria as vezes voltar a ser criança, a ter aquela mesma adolescência.. aquelas mesmas descobertas que me estremecia o corpo, eletrizava minha coluna.
Engraçado que o que só me restou dessas sensações foi aquela velha tristeza que não muda.
Saudades desse tempo.
Daria tudo para voltar.


Lollypop´s

Eu e minha Amiga de Infância... Cicia... minha consultora de moda... ;P

Sleeping Awake.


Sleeping Awake

P.O.D.

Composição: Indisponível

Reveal to me the mysteries
Can you tell me what it means?
Explain these motions and metaphors
Unlock these secrets in me
Describe the vision, the meaning is missing
Won't anybody listen?

Define the riddles of my mind
Nothing is really what it seems

Dreaming of Zion, Awake
Sleeping Awake
Dreaming of Zion, Awake
Can't stop Sleeping Awake

Do you see what I see?
And can you hear what I hear?
Do you feel what I feel?
Can't stop Sleeping Awake
Do you see what I see?
And can you hear what I hear?
Do you feel like I feel?
Can't stop Sleeping...

Can you see it? The writing,
Can you tell me what it means?
Translate the symbols, Enigma
Expressions keep questioning me
The message is written, the meaning is missing
Won't anybody Listen?

Prophesy, interpretate the signs
Nothing is really what it seems

Dreaming of Zion, Awake
Sleeping Awake
Dreaming of Zion, Awake
Can't stop Sleeping Awake

Do you see what I see?
And can you hear what I hear?
Do you feel what I feel?
Can't stop Sleeping Awake
Do you see what I see?
And can you hear what I hear?
Do you feel like I feel?
Can't stop Sleeping Awake

Do you see what I see?
Can you hear what I hear?
And do you see what I see?
And can you hear what I hear?
And do you feel like I feel?
And can you dream like I dream?

Do you see what I see?
Can you hear what I hear?
Or do you feel like I feel?
Or do you dream like I dream?
Anybody see me?
Anybody hear me?
Anybody feel me?
Anybody out there?!?

Dreaming of Zion, Awake
Sleeping Awake
Dreaming of Zion, Awake
Can't stop Sleeping Awake

Do you see what I see?
And can you hear what I hear?
Do you feel what I feel?
Can't stop Sleeping Awake
Do you see what I see?
And can you hear what I hear?
Do you feel like I feel?
Can't stop Sleeping Awake

Anybody see me?
Anybody hear me?
Anybody feel me?
Anybody out there?!?

Sábado, 29 de Novembro de 2008

Deep Purple

Child In Time

Deep Purple


Sweet child in time you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have
And you've been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes and bow your head

And wait for the ricochet

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