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Olá Nação Corinthiana!
Neste segundo Podcast do Timão do nosso amado Sport Club Corinthians Paulista falo sobre a segunda e terceira rodadas do Campeonato Brasileiro de 2011, falo do vai-e-vem do mercado, toco música do Toquinho e ainda tem um belo gol na história do Timão.
Espero que seja do agrado da torcida corinthiana e que você, torcedor de outro time, também apoie esta ideia.
Sugestões e críticas são sempre bem-vindas. Para tanto, você usa o campo de comentário no blog ou manda e-mail para o corinthians@canelada.com.br
Podcast originalmente produzido para o Blog Canelada
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Olá Nação Corinthiana!
Seguindo a iniciativa de outros companheiros caneleiros, apresento a vocês o Podcast do Timão gravado por mim e que trará as informações, comentários e meus pitacos sobre o nosso amado Sport Club Corinthians Paulista.
Neste primeiro podcast falo sobre a vitória na estreia do Campeonato Brasileiro de 2011 diante do Grêmio, reclamo do formato do torneio por pontos corridos, falo da camisa grená do Timão e do filme “4X Timão”.
Espero que seja do agrado da torcida corinthiana e que você, torcedor de outro time, também apoie esta ideia.
Sugestões e críticas são sempre bem-vindas. Para tanto, você usa o campo de comentário no blog ou manda e-mail para o corinthians@canelada.com.br
Ouça o MicellIpodcast nº 33 – 24/01/2011 clicando no reprodutor de áudio abaixo!
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Composed By 808 State
808 State – Album: Utd. State 90 – Release Date: Jun 1990
Label: Tommy Boy – http://www.808state.com/
Primeiro Bloco
3′29″ – 7′54″ – Me and Bobby McGee
Composed By Fred Foster / Kris Kristofferson
Janis Joplin – Album: Pearl – Release Date: Feb 1971
Label: Columbia/Legacy – http://www.janisjoplin.net/
Lyrics
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
And I’s feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
It rode us all the way to New Orleans.
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues.
Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby’s hand in mine,
We sang every song that driver knew.
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don’t mean nothing honey if it ain’t free, now now.
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun,
Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done,
Hey Bobby baby? kept me from the cold.
One day up near Salinas,I let him slip away,
He’s looking for that home and I hope he finds it,
But I’d trade all of my tomorrows for just one yesterday
To be holding Bobby’s body next to mine.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing, that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah,
But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la
La la la la la Bobby McGee.
La la la la la, la la la la la
La la la la la, Bobby McGee, la.
La La la, la la la la la la,
La La la la la la la la la, ain`t no bumb on my bobby McGee yeah.
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na na
Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah.
Lord, I’m calling my lover, calling my man,
I said I’m calling my lover just the best I can,
C’mon, hey now Bobby yeah, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah,
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord!
Yeah! Whew!
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee.
7′55″ – 11′31″ – Bette Davis Eyes
Composed By Jackie DeShannon / Donna Weiss
Kim Carnes – Album: Mistaken Identity – Release Date: Apr 1981
Label: EMI Music – http://www.kimcarnes.com/
Lyrics
Her hair is Harlow gold,
Her lips sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold
She’s got Bette Davis eyes
She’ll turn her music on
You won’t have to think twice
She’s pure as New York snow
She got Bette Davis eyes
And she’ll tease you
She’ll unease you
All the better just to please you
She’s precocious
And she knows just what it
Takes to make a pro blush
She got Greta Garbo Stand off sighs,
She’s got Bette Davis eyes
She’ll let you take her home
It whets her appetite
She’ll lay you on her throne
She got Bette Davis eyes
She’ll take a tumble on you
Roll you like you were dice
Until you come out blue
She’s got Bette Davis eyes
She’ll expose you
When she snows you
Off your feet with the crumbs she throws you
She’s ferocious
And she knows just what it
Takes to make a pro blush
All the boys Think she’s a spy,
She’s got Bette Davis eyes
And she’ll tease you
She’ll unease you
All the better just to please you
She’s precocious
And she knows just what it
Takes to make a pro blush
All the boys Think she’s a spy,
She’s got Bette Davis eyes
She’ll tease you
She’ll unease you
Just to please you
She’s got Bette Davis eyes
She’ll expose you
When she snows you
(fade)
11′32″ – 14′59″ – Unbelievable
Composed By James Atkin / Derry Brownson / Mark Decloedt / Ian Dench / Zac Foley
EMF – Album: Schubert Dip – Release Date: 1991
Label: EMI Music – http://www.emf-theband.com/
Lyrics
Oh!
What the f**k…
What the f**k was that?
You burden me with your questions
You’d have me tell no lies.
You’re always askin’ what it’s all about,
don’t listen to my replies.
You say to me I don’t talk enough,
But when I do I’m a fool.
These times I’ve spent, I’ve realized,
I’m gonna shoot through, and leave you.
Chorus:
The things, you say,
Your purple prose just gives you away.
The things, you say,
You’re unbelievable.
Oh!
What the f**k…
What the f**k was that?
You burden me with your problems,
By telling me more bout mine.
I’m always so concerned,
With the way you say,
you’re always at stop,
To think of us,
being one is more than I’d ever known.
But this time I realize,
I’m gonna shoot through, and leave you.
Chorus:
The things, you say,
Your purple prose just gives you away.
The things, you say,
You’re unbelievable.
Oh!
What the f**k…
Good point…
What the f**k…
Good point…
What the f**k…
Good point…
What the f**k was that?
Seemingly lastless, don’t mean you can ask us.
Pushing down the relative
Bringing out your higher self
Think of the fine times
Pushing down the better few
Instead of bringing out just want, the world,
and never think of your attitude.
Brace yourself, with the grace of ease,
I know this world, ain’t what it seems!
What the f**k was that?
It’s unbelievable.
You burden me with your questions
You’d have me tell no lies.
You’re always askin’ what it’s all about,
don’t listen to my replies.
You say to me I don’t talk enough,
But when I do I’m a fool.
These times I’ve spent, I’ve realized,
I’m gonna shoot through, and leave you.
Chorus:
The things, you say,
Your purple prose just gives you away.
The things, you say,
Before I love you more.
The things, you say,
Your purple prose just gives you away.
The things, you say,
You’re unbelievable.
Oh!
What the f**k…
Good point…
What the f**k…
You’re so unbelievable.
Good point…
What the f**k…
Good point…
What the f**k…
You’re unbelievable.
It’s unbelievable.
Whoa….
What the f**k…
Good point…
What the f**k…
Good point…
What the f**k…
What the f**k was that?
You’re unbelievable.
15′00″ – 19′31″ – Beautiful Day
Composed By Bono Vox / Adam Clayton / Edge / Larry Jr. Mullen
U2 – Album: All That You Can’t Leave Behind – Release Date: Oct 31, 2000
Label: Interscope – http://www.u2.com/
Lyrics
The heart is a bloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
There’s no room
No space to rent in this town
You’re out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you’re not moving anywhere
You thought you’d found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand
In return for grace
It’s a beautiful day
Sky falls, you feel like
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
You’re on the road
But you’ve got no destination
You’re in the mud
In the maze of her imagination
You love this town
Even if that doesn’t ring true
You’ve been all over
And it’s been all over you
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
It’s a beautiful day
Touch me
Take me to that other place
Teach me
I know I’m not a hopeless case
See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out
It was a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
Beautiful day
Touch me
Take me to that other place
Reach me
I know I’m not a hopeless case
What you don’t have you don’t need it now
What you don’t know you can feel it somehow
What you don’t have you don’t need it now
Don’t need it now
Was a beautiful day
19′32″ – 20′21″ – Spot da Fenaj em defesa do diploma de Jornalismo
20′22″ – 33′42″ – Micelli apresenta o primeiro bloco musical, comenta sobre política e o descaso do poder público em relação às chuvas e a tragédia, principalmente no Rio de Janeiro
Segundo Bloco
33′43″ – 37′27″ – Brown Sugar
Composed By Mick Jagger / Keith Richards
The Rolling Stones – Album: Sticky Fingers – Release Date: Apr 23, 1971
Label: Virgin – http://www.rollingstones.com/
Lyrics
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in a market down in New Orleans
Scarred old slaver knows he’s doing alright
Hear him whip the women, just around midnight
Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good?
Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should
Drums beating cold English blood runs hot
Lady of the house wonderin’ where it’s gonna stop
House boy knows that he’s doing alright
You should a heard him just around midnight
Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good?
Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should
Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good?
Ah, brown sugar just like a black girl should
I bet your mama was a tent show queen
And all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen
I’m no school boy but I know what I like
You should have heard me just around midnight
Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good?
Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should
I said yeah, yeah, yeah, wooo!
How come you… How come you taste so good?
I said yeah, yeah, yeah, whew
Just like a black girl should
I said yeah, yeah, yeah, wooo!
37′28″ – 41′07″ – Kiss on My List
Composed By Janna Allen / Daryl Hall
Daryl Hall & John Oates – Album: Voices – Release Date: 1980
Label: RCA – http://www.hallandoates.com/
Lyrics
My friends wonder why
I call you all of the time
What can I say
I don’t feel the need
To give such secrets away
You think maybe I need help
No, I know that I’m right
I’m just better off
Not listening to friends’ advice
When they insist on knowing my bliss
I tell them this
When they want to know
What the reason is
I only smile when I lie
Then I tell them why
(Because your kiss) your kiss
Is on my list
(Because your kiss) your kiss
Is on my list
Because your kiss is on my list
Of the best things in life
(Because your kiss) your kiss
Is on my list
Because your kiss) your kiss
I can’t resist
Because your kiss is on my list
When I turn out the light
I go crazy wondering
What there is to really see
Did the night just take up your time
‘Cos it means more to me
Sometimes I forget what I’m doing
I don’t forget what I want
Regret what I’ve done
Regret you
I couldn’t go on
And if you insist
On knowing my bliss
I’ll tell you this
If you want to know
What the reason is
I’ll only smile when I lie
Then I’ll tell you why
(Because your kiss) your kiss
Is on my list
Because your kiss) your kiss
I can’t resist
Because your kiss is what I miss
When I turn out the light
[Instrumental Interlude]
Listen, girl
(Because your kiss) your kiss
Is on my list
(Because your kiss) your kiss
Is on my list
Because your kiss is on my list
Of the best things in life
Oh, man (Because your kiss) your kiss
Is on my list
(Because your kiss) your kiss
I can’t resist
Because your kiss is on my list
Of the best things in life
41′08″ – 43′36″ – Right Here, Right Now
Composed By Mike Edwards
Jesus Jones – Album: Doubt – Release Date: 1991
Label: SBK Records – http://www.jesusjones.com/
Lyrics
A woman on the radio talked about revolution
when it’s already passed her by
Bob Dylan didn’t have this to sing about you
you know it feels good to be alive
I was alive and I waited, waited
I was alive and I waited for this
Right here, right now
there is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
watching the world wake up from history
I saw the decade in, when it seemed
the world could change at the blink of an eye
And if anything
then there’s your sign… of the times
I was alive and I waited, waited
I was alive and I waited for this
Right here, right now
I was alive and I waited, waited
I was alive and I waited for this
Right here, right now
there is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
watching the world wake up from history
Right here, right now
there is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
watching the world wake up from history
Right here, right now
there is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
watching the world wake up…
43′37″ – 48′57″ – One More Time
Composed By Thomas Bangalter / Guy-Manuel DeHomem-Christo / A. Moone / A. Moore
Daft Punk – Album: Discovery – Release Date: Mar 13, 2001
Label: Virgin – http://www.daftpunk.com/
Lyrics
One more time…
One more time
We’re gonna celebrate
Oh yeah, all right
Don’t stop the dancing
One more time
We’re gonna celebrate
Oh yeah, all right
Don’t stop the dancing
One more time
We’re gonna celebrate
Oh yeah, all right
Don’t stop the dancing
One more time
We’re gonna celebrate
Oh yeah…
One more time
One more time
We’re gonna celebrate
Oh yeah, all right
Don’t stop the dancing
One more time
We’re gonna celebrate
Oh yeah
Don’t stop the dancing
One more time
Uhmmm…
I’m just feelin’
Celebration tonight
Celebrate
Don’t wait too late
Uhmmm… no
He don’t stop
You can stop
We’re gonna celebrate
One more time
One more time
One more time
Celebration
You know we’re gonna do it right
Tonight
Hey! Just feelin’
Music’s got me feeling the need
In
Air
Come on, all right
We’re gonna celebrate
One more time
Celebrate and dance so free
Music’s got me feeling so free
Celebrate and dance so free
One more time
Music’s got me feeling so free
We’re gonna celebrate
Celebrate and dance so free
One more time
Music’s got me feeling so free
We’re gonna celebrate
Celebrate and dance so free
One more time
Music’s got me feeling so free
We’re gonna celebrate
Celebrate and dance so free
One more time
Music’s got me feeling so free
We’re gonna celebrate
Celebrate and dance so free
One more time
Music’s got me feeling so free
We’re gonna celebrate
Celebrate and dance so free
One more time
Music’s got me feeling so free
We’re gonna celebrate
Celebrate and dance so free
One more time
Music’s got me feeling so free
We’re gonna celebrate
Celebrate and dance so free
One more time
Music’s got me feeling so free
We’re gonna celebrate
Celebrate and dance so free
One more time
Music’s got me feeling so free
We’re gonna celebrate
One more time
Music’s got me feeling so free
We’re gonna celebrate
Celebrate and dance so free
One more time
Music’s got me feeling so free
We’re gonna celebrate
Celebrate and dance so free
One more time
Music’s got me feeling so free
We’re gonna celebrate
Celebrate and dance so free
One more time
Music’s got me feeling so free
We’re gonna celebrate
one more time
48′58″ – 49′48″ – Spot da Fenaj em defesa do diploma de Jornalismo
49′49″ – 58′05″ – Micelli apresenta o segundo bloco musical, comenta sobre Esportes (Copa SP, Campeonatos Paulista e Carioca, Sulamericano Sub 20 e Libertadores) e F-1
Bloco Nacional
58′06″ – 61′10″ – A Novidade
Composed By Herbert Vianna / Bi Ribeiro / João Barone / Gilberto Gil
Os Paralamas do Sucesso – Album: Selvagem? – Release Date: 1986
Label: EMI Music – http://osparalamas.uol.com.br/
Lyrics
A novidade veio dar a praia
Na qualidade rara de sereia
Metade o busto de uma deusa maia
Metade um grande rabo de baleia
A novidade era o máximo
Um paradoxo estendido na areia
Alguns a desejar seus beijos de deusa
Outros a desejar seu rabo pra ceia
O mundo tão desigual
Tudo é tão desigual
O, o, o, o…
De um lado esse carnaval
De outro a fome total
O, o, o, o…
E a novidade que seria um sonho
O milagre risonho da sereia
Virava um pesadelo tão medonho
Ali naquela praia, ali na areia
A novidade era a guerra
Entre o feliz poeta e o esfomeado
Estraçalhando uma sereia bonita
Despedaçando o sonho pra cada lado
Ô Mundo tão desigual…
A Novidade era o máximo…
Ô Mundo tão desigual…
61′11″ – 64′52″ – Daniel na Cova dos Leões
Composed By Renato Rocha / Renato Russo
Legião Urbana – Album: Dois – Release Date: Jul 1986
Label: EMI Music – http://www.legiaourbana.com.br/
Lyrics
Aquele gosto amargo do teu corpo
Ficou na minha boca por mais tempo.
De amargo, então salgado ficou doce,
Assim que o teu cheiro forte e lento
Fez casa nos meus braços e ainda leve,
Forte, cego e tenso, fez saber
Que ainda era muito e muito pouco.
Faço nosso o meu segredo mais sincero
E desafio o instinto dissonante.
A insegurança não me ataca quando erro
E o teu momento passa a ser o meu instante.
E o teu medo de ter medo de ter medo
Não faz da minha força confusão.
Teu corpo é meu espelho e em ti navego
E eu sei que a tua correnteza não tem direção.
Mas, tão certo quanto o erro de ser barco
A motor e insistir em usar os remos,
É o mal que a água faz quando se afoga
E o salva-vidas não está lá porque não vemos.
64′53″ – 68′18″ – Surfista Calhorda
Composed By Carlos Gerbase / Heron Heinz
Replicantes – Album: O Futuro é Vortex – Release Date: 1986
Label: RCA/BMG Ariola – http://osreplicantes.com.br/
Lyrics
Rack na caranga muito louca pra dar banda
Cheque na carteira recheada de paranga
Prancha importada assombrando a meninada
Corpo de atleta e rosto de Baby Johnson
É, mas quando entra na água
É na primeira braçada
É, ele não vale uma naba
Ele não surfa nada, ele não surfa nada
Tem duas surf shops que só abrem ao meio-dia
Vive da herança milionária de uma tia
Vai pra Nova Iorque estudar advocacia
Ah surfista calhorda, vai surfar n’outra borda
68′19″ – 71′41″ – Homem Primata
Composed By Ciro Pessoa / Marcelo Fromer / Nando Reis / Sérgio Britto
Titãs – Album: Cabeça Dinossauro – Release Date: Jun 1986
Label: WEA – http://www.titas.net/
Lyrics
Desde os primórdios
Até hoje em dia
O homem ainda faz
O que o macaco fazia
Eu não trabalhava
Eu não sabia
Que o homem criava
E também destruía…
Homem Primata
Capitalismo Selvagem
Oh! Oh! Oh!…(2x)
Eu aprendi
A vida é um jogo
Cada um por si
E Deus contra todos
Você vai morrer
E não vai pr’o céu
É bom aprender
A vida é cruel…
Homem Primata
Capitalismo Selvagem
Oh! Oh! Oh!…(2x)
Eu me perdi
Na selva de pedra
Eu me perdi
Eu me perdi…
“I’m a cave man
A young man
I fight with my hands
(With my hands)
I am a jungle man
A monkey man
Concrete jungle!
Concrete jungle!”
Desde os primórdios
Até hoje em dia
O homem ainda faz
O que o macaco fazia
Eu não trabalhava
Eu não sabia
Que o homem criava
E também destruía…
Homem Primata
Capitalismo Selvagem
Oh! Oh! Oh!…(2x)
Eu aprendi
A vida é um jogo
Cada um por si
E Deus contra todos
Você vai morrer
E não vai pr’o céu
É bom aprender
A vida é cruel…
Homem Primata
Capitalismo Selvagem
Oh! Oh! Oh!…(2x)
Eu me perdi
Na selva de pedra
Eu me perdi
Eu me perdi
Eu me perdi
Eu me perdi…
71′42″ – 72′41″ – Spot da Fenaj em defesa do diploma de Jornalismo
72′42″ – 81′27″ – Micelli apresenta o bloco musical nacional e analisa o ano de 1986 e sua importância no Rock Nacional. Fala sobre artes e espetáculos e o bloco “Criador e Criatura”
Criador & Criatura
81′28″ – 85′10″ – That’s Entertainment
Composed By Paul Weller
Morrissey – Album: Suedehead (Best Of) – Release Date: Sep 8, 1997
Label: EMI Music – http://www.itsmorrisseysworld.com/
Lyrics
A police car and a screaming siren -
A pnuematic drill and ripped up concrete -
A baby waiting and stray dog howling -
The screech of brakes and lamplights blinking -
That’s entertainment.
A smash of glass and the rumble of boots -
An electric train and a ripped up ‘phone booth -
Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat -
Lights going out and a kick in the balls -
That’s entertainment.
Days of speed and slow time Mondays -
Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday -
Watching the news and not eating your tea -
A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls -
That’s entertainment.
Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning -
Opening the windows and breathing in petrol -
An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard -
Watching the tele and thinking about your holidays -
That’s entertainment.
Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes -
Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume -
A hot summers’ day and sticky black tarmac -
Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were faraway -
That’s entertainment.
Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight -
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude -
Getting a cab and travelling on buses -
Reading the grafitti about slashed seat affairs -
That’s entertainment.
88′32″ – 93′02″ – Micelli fala sobre o movimento Mod e o bloco Mini-Especial com The Mission UK
Mini-Especial: The Mission UK
All the songs composed By Craig Adams / Mike Brown / Simon Hinkler / Wayne Hussey except “Wasteland” composed by Craig Adams / Mike Brown / Simon Hinkler / Wayne Hussey / Billy Idol / Paul Weller / Mark Younger-Smith
Label: Mercury http://themissionuk.com/wp/
93′03″ – 96′56″ – Wasteland
Album: God’s Own Medicine – Release Date: 1986
Lyrics
I still believe in God,
But God no longer believes in me.
There’s a crystal view from my window
And I can see years to come
I live for the burn and the sting of pleasure
I live for the sword, the steel, and the gun
I can tear down the walls, storm the barricades
Run to the place where the frightened crawl
Desire lurks beyond good and evil
So I dance on the graves where the hallowed fall
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Over this land
All over this wasteland
You can touch, but please keep your distance
You’re innocent and pure and with no shame
The spirit is willing, and the flesh is craved
You tease and you taunt with the pleasure of pain
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Heaven and Hell, I know them well
But I haven’t yet made my choice
I’m feeling scared ’cause I’m shouting loud
And no one can hear my voice
I’m walking the tightwire, can’t look down
Strung out high, above you all
Fateful wind blows through this land
Howls my name, heralds my fall
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Over this land
All over this wasteland
96′57″ – 101′45″ – Butterfly on a Wheel
Album: Carved in Sand – Release Date: Feb 1990
Lyrics
Silver and gold and it’s growing cold
Autumn leaves lay as thick as thieves
Shivers down your spine chill you to the bone
’cos the mandolin wind is the melody that turns your heart to stone
The heat of your breath carving shadows in the mist
Every angel has the wish that she’s never been kissed
A broken dream haunting in your sleep
And hiding in your smile
A secret you must keep, love cuts you deep
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
There’s no scarlet in you, lay your veil down for me
As sure as God made wine, you can’t wrap your arms around a memory
Take warmth from me, cold autumn wind cut sharp as a knife
And in the dark for me, you’re the candle flame that flickers to life
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Wise man say all is fair in love and war
And there’s no right or wrong in the design of love
And I could only watch as the wind crushed your wings
Broken and torn, crushed like a flower under the snow
And like the flower in spring
Love will rise again to heal your wings
Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
101′46″ – 106′15″ – Stay With Me
Album: God’s Own Medicine – Release Date: 1986
Lyrics
Books and covers and part time lovers
Spinning in rooms in cities of rust
I’m stranded, struck out on this line
There’s smoke and fire and steel and wire
And glass and spire and dust
One to the floor at dawn with lips tied and drawn
Sleepless nights spent, with angels heaven sent
Stay with me, lay with me, lay down by my side
Stay with me, lay with me, take me deep inside
Lay with me, stay with me, lay with me
Stay, with me
Stay, with me
All of us lying there in the dreams
Speak of days and another place
I wander as the gypsy under a beckoning moon
Speak of time, and another face
They would in languid cry a fleeting furtive sigh
From the cradle to the grave love to desire and crave
Stay with me, lay with me, lay down by my side
Stay with me, lay with me, take me deep inside
Lay with me, stay with me, lay with me
Stay, with me
Stay, with me
I’ll laugh for you, and I’ll dance for you
But don’t ask me to she’d any tears when I have to go
You are a joy and a pleasure to love and to hold
Your promises, are as pure as the driven snow
Passing shapes in the night the touch distraut and light
As you brightly shine, your love tonight is mine
Stay with me, lay with me, lay down by my side
Stay with me, lay with me, take me deep inside
Lay with me, stay with me, lay with me
Stay, with me
Stay, with me
106′16″ – 110′18″ – Bridges Burning
Album: God’s Own Medicine – Release Date: 1986
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvMYSACLqn4
Lyrics
Snow blind, dog tired
Snow blind, and barb wired
Last chance in the jungle trance
And the fast step of the monkey dance craze
War paint, misty days and dizzy faint
Keeping the faith, spinning turning
Watch the flames
Of bridges burning
Turning colours and shedding skin
Shining brightly, thick and thin
Mirror of Gods, legend and myth
The fatal charm of the treasure
Gift wrapped and heaven sent
So trapped on islands of intent
Avenging angel of the wild and yearning
Stoke the flames
Of bridges burning
It’s burning me over
Bridges burning
Burning, drives me wild
Yearning for the small child
Blind men cry, but she’d no tears
See no evil, speak in tongues
And hear you say, Lovers Leap
‘Cos there’s no other way across waters deep
Feel the fire and the fool is learning
To run from the flames
Of bridges burning
110′19″ – 113′26″ – Micelli fala sobre The Mission UK, convida para o próximo Podcast que será especial com os 20 anos do Grunge e encerra o podcast
Saideira Clássica: Ray Charles
113′27″ – 115′27″ – Hit the Road Jack
Composed By Percy Mayfield
Ray Charles – Album: The Genius Hits the Road – Release Date: 1960
Label: Rhino – http://raycharles.com/splash/
Lyrics
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)
What you say?
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)
Woah Woman, oh woman, don’t treat me so mean,
You’re the meanest old woman that I’ve ever seen.
I guess if you say so
I have to pack ma things and go. (That’s right)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)
What you say?
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)
well baby, listen baby, don’t ya treat me this-a way
Cause I’ll be back on my feet some day.
(Don’t care if you do ’cause it’s understood)
(you ain’t got no money you just ain’t no good.)
Well, I guess if you say so
I’d have to pack my things and go. (That’s right)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)
What you say?
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)
well!!
(don’t you come back no more.)
you must be joking?
(don’t you come back no more.)
what you trying to do to me?
(don’t you come back no more.)
i came to talk it over
(don’t you come back no more.)
i thaught we had a better understanding
(don’t you come back no more.)
oh baby dont be so chicken
(don’t you come back no more.)
you dont want to see me cry x2
(don’t you come back no more.)
oh baby it isnt fair
ooh yeahh
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