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sexta-feira, 28 de agosto de 2009

"Sexta da Boa Letra"

Lobão- Canções Dentro da Noite Escura- 2005

Não Quero o Seu Perdão

Composição: Lobão/ Julio Barroso/ Taciana Barros

A gente nasce,
A gente cresce
A gente vive,
A gente morre
O tempo todo, o tempo todo
Perto dela,
Da solidão
E é tão bonito
Essa razão tão sem razão
A gente leva a vida inteira para entender a vida
Dia após dia, sem imaginar
Se recusando a acreditar
Que pra estar no paraíso
Basta amar, basta amar
E me dá vontade de cantar uma canção
Tão suave
Que os céus
Possam se abrir sem nuvens nem rastro
E que todas as mentiras pra derrotar
Se transformem em pequenas incertezas
Brilhando no seu olhar
Não me faça pensar que vai ser tudo igual
Pois você sabe muito mais do que ninguém
Que eu fui o melhor, que eu fui o pior, e é isso aí
E se eu tenho o seu amor, pra que pedir
E se eu tenho o seu amor, pra que pedir
Não quero o seu perdão
Pois a noite é uma princesa caída por mim
No lago do peito secreta solidão
Eu me lembro de lugares, de pessoas que eu freqüentei,
Cenas que eu vivi, filmes que eu já filmei
Minha única escolha é ser sincero
Eu canto donas de castelos
Mas não sou lobo louco não
Eu brinco de polichinelo com o bobo coração
Mil e um palácios de areia, noites de sereia
Eu ouço o som de uma nota só
Despedaçado entre a tempestade, a vontade e os sonhos
Nos subúrbios da alma
Eu sou marinheiro que navega com a lua
A paisagem é o meu desejo
Eu preciso do outono, eu preciso de um beijo
Eu preciso me desfazer
De todas as certezas e te cuidar
Sem impor nenhuma condição
Nao quero o seu perdao
Porque eu só quero o mar, meu mar
Meu mar,
Minha lua
E essa lua
É amar
Só você


Green Day- American Idiot- 2004

Jesus of Suburbia

Composição: Billie Joe Armstrong / Mike Dirnt / Tré Cool

Part I
Jesus of Suburbia

I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
From the bible of "none of the above"
On a steady diet of
Soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
Who don't believe in me

Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room on my private womb
While the Moms & Brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane
To keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocaine

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Part II
City of the Damned

At the center of the earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie

It says "home is where your heart is"
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess

It didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

Part III
I don't care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care (4x)

I don't care.....

Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia

Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care! (5x)

Part IV
Dearly beloved

Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented?
Or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure

Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded?
Or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse

Part V
Tales of another broken home

To live, and not to breathe
Is to die, in tragedy
To run, to run away to find what to believe

And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist
So I run ,I run away
To the light of masochist

And I, leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
And I, walked this line a million and one fucking times
But not this time

I don't feel any shame, i wont apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go

Running away from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home

You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving home.

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