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sábado, 24 de dezembro de 2011
assim
Its quarter to three,
There's no one in the place cept you and me
So set em up joe
I got a little story I think you oughtta know
Were drinking my friend
To the end of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I know the routine
Put another nickel in that there machine
Im feeling so bad
Wont you make the music easy and sad
I could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be true to your code
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
Youd never know it
But buddy Im a kind of poet
And Ive got a lot of things I wanna say
And if Im gloomy, please listen to me
Till it's all, all talked away
Well, that's how it goes
And joe I know you're gettin anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear
But this torch that I found
Its gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
segunda-feira, 3 de janeiro de 2011
I Drink
Mary Gauthier
He'd get home at 5:30, fix his drink
And sit down in his chair
Pick a fight with mama
Complain about us kids getting in his hair
At night he'd sit alone and smoke
I'd see his frown behind his lighter's flame
Now that same frown's in my mirror
I got my daddy's blood inside my veins
Fish swim
Birds fly
Daddies yell
Mamas cry
Old men
Sit and think
I drink
Chicken TV dinner
6 minutes on defrost, 3 on high
A beer to wash it down with
Then another, a little whiskey on the side
It's not so bad alone here
It don't bother me that every night's the same
I don't need another lover
Hanging 'round, trying to make me change
Fish swim
Birds fly
Lovers leave
By and by
Old men
Sit and think
I drink
I know what I am
But I don't give a damn
Fish swim
Birds fly
Daddies yell
Mamas cry
Old men
Sit and think
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quinta-feira, 21 de janeiro de 2010
Boris Vian 2
Je bois
Systématiquement
Pour oublier les amis de ma femme
Je bois
Systématiquement
Pour oublier tous mes emmerdements
Je bois
N'importe quel jaja
Pourvu qu'il fasse ses douze degrés cinque
Je bois
La pire des vinasses
C'est dégueulasse, mais ça fait passer l'temps
La vie est-elle tell'ment marrante
La vie est-elle tell'ment vivante
Je pose ces deux questions
La vie vaut-elle d'être vécue
L'amour vaut-il qu'on soit cocu
Je pose ces deux questions
Auxquelles personne ne répond... et
Je bois
Systématiquement
Pour oublier le prochain jour du terme
Je bois
Systématiquement
Pour oublier que je n'ai plus vingt ans
Je bois
Dès que j'ai des loisirs
Pour être saoul, pour ne plus voir ma gueule
Je bois
Sans y prendre plaisir
Pour pas me dire qu'il faudrait en finir...
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