The Blócow and the Picipi are gone a win tomorrow….
Honey disconnect the phone
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boy Back in the US
Back in the US
Back in the USSR
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Alguém me explica porque têm a GNR e a justiça(?) que meter o nariz para saber se quem trabalha na pastelaria lá está dentro ou não?
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Um dos pilares do liberalismo e do mercado livre, é a constatação, colhida da prática, de que a concorrência, a livre formação dos preços, ...
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Também posso colocar as minhas?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9eJNEVrojw&feature=related
(Album Branco)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0cUQ-6KLOc&feature=related
(Abbey Road)
Não sei o que pensarão o Beloouco e o Pêcêpê à Puorto, mas se encontrar uma foto adequada do John Lennon ainda a coloco aqui para ajudar um bocadinho amanhã. Para os outros uma cena 'gore' do Rambo.
O sr. inginheiro deve gostar da Madonna ou assim, e por isso daqui também não leva nada.
In your Portugal
You don't know how lucky you are, girl
back in the USSR...
You want revolution
You say you got a real solution
Well, you know
We'd all love to see the plan
You ask me for a contribution
Well, you know
We're doing what we can
But when you want money
for people with minds that hate
All I can tell is brother you have to wait
After the crisis...
for people with minds that hate
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
Just imagine, mr. Wilders...
Posso entrar?
Ó vizinha faça o favor, a casa é sua, mas por favor não repare na desarrumação!
Isto está animado. Pelo menos, os Beatles fazem o consenso. Resta saber se os Beatles eram de "direita" ou de "esquerda"...
Talvez sejam como o Wilders, nem peixe nem carne...
@ ml: «Just imagine, mr. Wilders...»
‘Wilders’ (You Really Got A Hold On Me) answer to ml:
Oh, oh, oh
You treat me badly
I love you madly
You've really got a hold on me
You've really got a hold on me, baby
ml (It ain't me, baby - Bob Dylan) answer to Wilders:
Go 'way from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I'm not the one you want, babe
I'm not the one you need
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who's never weak but always strong
To protect you an' defend you
Whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door
But it ain't me, babe
No, no, no, it ain't me babe
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.
@ ml: «No, no, no, it ain't me babe
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.»
Answer from Wilders to ml (still through the Beatles with “Another girl”)
For I have got another girl, another girl,
You're making me say that I've got nobbody but you,
But as from today I've got somebody that's new,
I ain't no fool and I don't take what I don't want,
For I have got another girl, another girl.
She's sweeter than all the girls and I've met quite a few,
Nobody in the world can do what she can do,
She comes from faraway Burma
And she can make love - without taking out her burqa...
Burmese girl and ml answering poor mr. Wilders
(Think for yourself - The Beatles)
We left you far behind
The ruins of the life that you have in mind
And though you still can't see
We know your mind's made up
You're gonna cause more misery
Although your mind's opaque
Try thinking more if just for your own sake
The future still looks good
And you've got time to rectify
All the things that you should
Do what you want to do
And go where you're going to
Think for yourself
'Cause we won't be there with you
Do what you want to do
And go where you're going to
Think for yourself
'Cause we won't be there with you
Mother ml comes to me,
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
There will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be, let it be,
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
There will be an answer, let it be.
Isto, com o Dylan, já é outra coisa. Eu diria mesmo mais, subiu de nível. Um poeta, é um poeta, é um poeta...
Também acho o ié ié muito love and peace para dar a resposta adequada ao Wilders, mas não sei se valerá a pena gastar boa cera com tão ruim defunto.
Seja.
Então vá...
Let it be, let it be.
There will be an answer, let it be.
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
(Masters of War – Bob Dylan)
E nada de fadunchos, sr. Carmo.
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