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«Natureza Morta» em casa dos amigos.

«Natureza Morta» em casa dos amigos.

October 13, 2007

TELEGRAMA

Eu tava triste tristinho
mais sem graça que a top model magrela
na passarela
eu tava só sozinho
mais solitário que um paulistano
que um canastrão na hora que cai o pano
(que um vilão de filme mexicano)
tava mais bobo que banda de rock
que um palhaço do circo vostok
Mas ontem eu recebi um telegrama
era você de aracaju ou do alabama
dizendo nego sinta-se feliz
porque no mundo tem alguém que diz
que muito te ama que tanto te ama
que muito te ama que tanto te ama
Por isso hoje eu acordei
com uma vontade danada
de mandar flores ao delegado
de bater na porta do vizinho
e desejar bom dia
de beijar o português da padaria
oh mama oh mama oh mama
quero ser seu
quero ser seu
quero ser seu papa 

Zeca Baleiro

August 27, 2007
  
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July 10, 2007

Monochrome

Anyway, I can try
Anything it’s the same circle
That leads to nowhere and I’m tired now.

Anyway, I’ve lost my face,
My dignity, my look,
Everything is gone
And I’m tired now.

But don’t be scared,
I found a good job and I go to work
Every day on my old bicycle you loved.

I am pilling up some unread books under my bed
And I really think I’ll never read again.

No concentration,
Just a white disorder
Everywhere around me,
You know I’m so tired now.

But don’t worry
I often go to dinners and parties
With some old friends who care for me,
Take me back home and stay.

Monochrome floors, monochrome walls,
Only absence near me,
Nothing but silence around me.
Monochrome flat, monochrome life,
Only absence near me,
Nothing but silence around me.

Sometimes I search an event
Or something to remind,
But I’ve really got nothing in mind.

Sometimes I open the windows
And listen people walking in the down streets.
There is a life out there.

But don’t be scared,
I found a good job and I go to work
Every day on my old bicycle you loved.

Anyway, I can try
Anything it’s the same circle
That leads to nowhere and I’m tired now.

Anyway, I’ve lost my face,
My dignity, my look,
Everything is gone
And I’m tired now.

But don’t worry
I often go to dinners and parties
With some old friends who care for me,
Take me back home and stay.

Monochrome floors, monochrome walls,
Only absence near me,
Nothing but silence around me.

Monochrome flat, monochrome life,
Only absence near me,
Nothing but silence around me.

Yann Tiersen

July 9, 2007