quarta-feira, setembro 24, 2008
segunda-feira, setembro 22, 2008
KiN Mode ON
"It Was A Very Good Year
When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
Wed hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days are short
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
It poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year"
sung by Frank Sinatra, composed by Ervin Drake
quinta-feira, setembro 11, 2008
Introducing a new artist...
Rita Red Nails
... and her brand new single...
"My Fetish Is Bigger Than Yours"
... and her brand new single...
"My Fetish Is Bigger Than Yours"
terça-feira, setembro 09, 2008
A not that nice post
Naivety is just like a disease - the cancer kind of disease. There are the benign types and the tumors. Here goes a quick example of a diagnosis.
If people want to believe that Amy Winehouse isn't putting on a show when she shows up high to play a concert and they wanna go: "oh, poor, poor Amy", please do. Just not in a hearing distance from me.
What I think is that if she could watch her own funeral media coverage, she would have arranged for a real overdose by now.
If people want to believe that Amy Winehouse isn't putting on a show when she shows up high to play a concert and they wanna go: "oh, poor, poor Amy", please do. Just not in a hearing distance from me.
What I think is that if she could watch her own funeral media coverage, she would have arranged for a real overdose by now.
domingo, setembro 07, 2008
quarta-feira, setembro 03, 2008
Lyrics I could have heard
"I can't shake those mammaries"
but I didn't
"I can't shake those memories" (Lily Allen, "Littlest Things")
sorry for the false alarm, guys.
but I didn't
"I can't shake those memories" (Lily Allen, "Littlest Things")
sorry for the false alarm, guys.
terça-feira, setembro 02, 2008
9h30 em Santos
- Bom dia, sabe onde fica a rua Ribeiro Sanches?
- Ribeiro Santos?
- Não, Ribeiro Sanches...
- Ribeiro Santos, conheço.
- Deixe-me confirmar com o meu filho... - telefona ao filho - pois, é Ribeiro Sanches.
- Não conheço. Mas se quiser a Ribeiro Santos...
- Não, deixe estar.
Trocam "bons dias" e seguem em direcções opostas.
adaptado da vida real
- Ribeiro Santos?
- Não, Ribeiro Sanches...
- Ribeiro Santos, conheço.
- Deixe-me confirmar com o meu filho... - telefona ao filho - pois, é Ribeiro Sanches.
- Não conheço. Mas se quiser a Ribeiro Santos...
- Não, deixe estar.
Trocam "bons dias" e seguem em direcções opostas.
adaptado da vida real