quinta-feira, 26 de junho de 2008

Marante & Diapasão - A Bela Portuguesa



Ah e tal... mês de Junho... S.António... S.João... S.Pedro... festas populares. Resumindo e concluindo, música pimba.

Um homem trabalha uma vida inteira,
Para um dia regressar,
E no estrangeiro, é sempre um forasteiro, com saudades de seu lar,
No coração, trás a mulher que ama, e que sempre amar,
É aquela cara bonita e aquele corpo divino que nunca esquecerá

Eu sei eu sei és a linda portuguesa com quem eu quero casar,
Já corri mundo, não encontro outra igual com quem eu queira ficar,
A mais formosa, mais gostosa das mulheres que Deus pode criar
Ai é saudade e a esperança de um dia voltar para te abraçar (2x)

É no Inverno, que no meu peito, é maior a solidão,
E é certamente de ter de esperar, o Agosto em Portugal
Na minha oração, eu peço ao Senhor, o milagre de voltar
E olhar essa cara bonita, e esse corpo divino que eu nunca esquecerei

Eu sei eu sei és a linda portuguesa com quem eu quero casar,
Já corri mundo, não encontro outra igual com quem eu queira ficar,
A mais formosa, mais gostosa das mulheres que Deus pode criar
Ai é saudade e a esperança de um dia voltar para te abraçar (2x)

terça-feira, 24 de junho de 2008

Kurt Nilsen - She so high



Se fosse cantada a palavra "wild" em vez de "high", penso que a música continuaria muito interessante.

she's blood, flesh and bone
no tucks or silicone
she's touch smell sight taste and sound
but somehow i can't believe
that anything should happen
i know where i belong
and nothing's gonna happen

cause she's so high
high above me
she's so lovely
she's so high
high above me
like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite
she's so high
high above me

first class and fancy free
she's high society
she's got the best of everything
what could a guy like me
ever really offer
she's perfect as she can be
why should i even bother

cause she's so high
high above me
she's so lovely
she's so high
high above me
like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite
she's so high
high above me

she comes to speak to me
i freeze immediately
cause what she says sounds so unreal
but somehow i can't believe
that anything should happen
i know where i belong
and nothing's gonns happen

cause she's so high
high above me
she's so lovely
she's so high
high above me
like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite
she's so high
high above me

segunda-feira, 23 de junho de 2008

Fúria do açucar - Eu Gosto é do Verão



Esta é para o Verão, mai nada.

Na Primavera o amor anda no ar.
Na Primavera os bichos andam no ar.
Na Primavera o pólen anda no ar
E eu não consigo parar de espilrar.

No Verão os dias ficam maiores.
No Verão as roupas ficam menores.
No Verão o calor bate recordes
E os corpos libertam seus suores.

Eu gosto é do Verão
De passearmos de prancha na mão.
Saltarmos e rirmos na praia
De nadar e apanhar um escaldão.
E ao fim do dia, bem abraçados
A ver o pôr-do-Sol
Patrocinado por uma bebida qualquer.

No Outono a escola ameaça abrir.
No Outono passo a noite a tossir.
No Outono há folhas sempre a cair
E a chuva faz os prédios ruir.

No Inverno o Natal é baril.
No Inverno ando engripado e febril.
No Inverno é Verão no Brasil
E na Suécia suicidam-se aos mil

E ao fim do dia, bem abraçados
A ver o pôr-do-Sol
Patrocinado por uma bebida qualquer.
Patrocinado por uma bebida qualquer.
Qualquer.

sábado, 21 de junho de 2008

Lipps Inc - Funkytown



Grande som para dar as boas-vindas ao Verão. Já há bastante tempo que estava em falta em relação à febre de Sábado à noite.

Gotta make a move to a
town that's right for me
Town to keep me movin'
Keep me groovin' with some energy

Well, I talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about, Talk about
Talk about movin

Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on

Won't you take me to
Funkytown
Won't you take me to
Funkytown
Won't you take me to
Funkytown
Won't you take me to
Funkytown

Gotta make a move to a
town that's right for me
Town to keep me movin'
Keep me groovin' with some energy

Well, I talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about, Talk about
Talk about movin

Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on

Won't you take me to
Funkytown
Won't you take me to
Funkytown
Won't you take me to
Funkytown
Won't you take me to
Funkytown

sexta-feira, 20 de junho de 2008

Rita Redshoes - Dream on girl



As primeiras vezes que ouvi esta música estava longe de pensar que era um produto nacional.

Dream on girl, dream on girl
I want to see you sleep tonight
You're up and down
You hit the ground
And time is drifting through your fears

I can't find your dreams tonight
And make your lover come back home
If you don't know, you are on your own
I'll choose the best place for your sleep

Come back to see the day
You lost your heart and all your hopes
I'll take you to see the sunrise
And try to catch your ghost, oh

Come on girl, a dream is your world
The signs you see are in your mind
The words that you speak, are here in my ear
So I can hear you falling down

Take a breath to see me
I can wait for you to
Live a live with no hopes but
If you still believe

Come back to see the day
You lost your heart and all your hopes
I'll take you to see the sunrise
And try to catch your ghost, oh

quinta-feira, 19 de junho de 2008

Alanis Morissette - Crazy



Este "crazy" é um original do Seal, mas gosto muito da versão da Alanis.

A man decides after seventy years,
That what he goes there for, is to unlock the door.
While those around him criticize and sleep...
And through a fractal on a breaking wall,
I see you my friend, and touch your face again.
Miracles will happen as we trip.

But we're never gonna survive, unless...
We get a little crazy
No we're never gonna survive, unless...
We are a little...

...Crazy yellow people walking through my head.
One of them's got a gun, to shoot the other one.
And yet together they were friends at school
Ohh, get it, get it, get it, get it no no!

If all were there when we first took the pill,
Then maybe, then maybe, then maybe, then maybe...
Miracles will happen as we speak.

But we're never gonna survive unless...
We get a little crazy.
No we're never gonna survive unless...
We are a little...
Crazy...
No no, never survive, unless we get a little... bit...

In a sky full of people, only some want to fly,
Isn't that crazy?
In a world full of people, only some want to fly,
Isn't that crazy?
Crazy...
In a heaven of people there's only some want to fly,
Ain't that crazy?
Crazy...crazy...crazy.

But we're never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy
No we're never gonna to survive unless we are a little...crazy..
But we're never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy
No we're never gonna to survive unless, we are a little..crazy..
No no, never survive unless, we get a little bit...

terça-feira, 17 de junho de 2008

Baha Men - Who Let the Dogs Out



Fiquei com esta música na cabeça por causa de um miúdo que foi ser operado e que enquanto aguardava entrar para a sala operatório divertia-se a imitar um cão e despertava a curiosidade de quem por lá estava a trabalhar.
"Como te chamas?!?"
"João... ão, ão, ãooo!!!"
É caso para perguntar quem soltou o cão eh eh

Intro:
Who let the dogs out?
{who?, who?, who?, who?}
{who?, who?, who?, who?}
{who?, who?, who?, who?}
{who?, who?, who?, who?}

Chorus:
Who let the dogs out? {who?, who?, who?, who?}
Who let the dogs out? {who?, who?, who?, who?}

{who?, who?, who?, who?}

Verse:
When the party was nice, the party was jumpin' {Hey, Yippie, Yi,Yo}
And everybody havin' a ball {Hah, ho, Yippie Yi Yo}
I tell the fellas "…start the name callin'…" {Yippie Yi Yo}
And the girls report to the call
The poor dog show down

Chorus:
Who let the dogs out? {who?, who?, who?, who?}
Who let the dogs out? {who?, who?, who?, who?}
Who let the dogs out? {who?, who?, who?, who?}
Who let the dogs out? {who?, who?, who?, who?}

Rap 1:
I see ya' little speed boat head up our coast
She really want to skip town
Get back ruffy, get back scruffy
Get back you flea infested mongrel

Instrumental Chorus:
{who?, who?, who?, who?}
{who?, who?, who?, who?}
{who?, who?, who?, who?}
{who?, who?, who?, who?}

Verse:
I'm gonna tell {Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo}
To any girls calling them canine {Yippie, Yi, Yo}
Tell the dummy "Hey Man, It's part of the Party!" {Yippie Yi,Yo}
You fetch a women in front and her mans behind
Her bone runs out now

Chorus:
Who let the dogs out? {who?, who?, who?, who?}
Who let the dogs out? {who?, who?, who?, who?}
Who let the dogs out? {who?, who?, who?, who?}
Who let the dogs out? {who?, who?, who?, who?}

Chant:All
Say, A doggy is nuttin' if he don't have a bone All a doggy holdya' bone, all doggy hold it
A doggy is nuttin' if he don't have a bone All a doggy hold ya'bone, all doggy hold it

Rap # 2:

Wait for y'all my dogs, the party is on
I gotta get my girl I got my mind on
Do you see the rays comin' from my eye
What could you be friend
that Benji man that's breakin' them down?
Me and My white short shorts
And I can't seek a lot, any canine will do
I'm figurin' that's why they call me faithful
'Cause I'm the man of the land
When they see me they do…ah-ooooo(howl)

Chorus (5 X's ):
Who let the dogs out? {who?, who?, who?, who?}
Who let the dogs out? {who?, who?, who?, who?}
Who let the dogs out? {who?, who?, who?, who?}
Who let the dogs out? {who?, who?, who?, who?}

terça-feira, 10 de junho de 2008

Estelle - American boy



Após alguns dias de ausência da Jukebox, volta de novo com um bom som. Um bela sonoridade que fica no ouvido e vicia.

Just another
One champion sound
Me and Estelle
About to get down
Who the hottest
In the world right now
Just touched down
In London town
Bet they give me a pound
Tell them put the money
In my hand right now
Tell the promoter
We need more seats
We just sold out
All the floor seats

Chorus:
Take me on a trip
I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York
I'd love to see LA
I really want
To come kick it with you
You'll be my american boy

He said
Hey sister
It's really
Really nice to meet ya
I just met this 5 foot 7 guys
Who's just my type
I like the way
He's speaking
His confidence is peaking
Don't like his baggy jeans
But I'ma like
What's underneath it
And no I ain't been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains
And New York heart awaits
First let's see the west end
I'll show you to my bridrens
I'm like this american boy
American boy

(Chorus)

Can we get away this weekend
Take me to Broadway
Let's go shopping baby
Then we'll go to a Café
Let's go on the subway
Take me to your hood
I neva been to Brooklyn
And I'd like to see what's good
Dress in all your fancy clothes
Sneaker's looking Fresh to Def
I'm lovin those Shell Toes
Walkin that walk
Talk that slick talk
I'm likin this american boy
American boy

(Chorus)

Let them kno wagwan blud

Who killin em in the UK
Everybody gonna to say you K
Reluctantly
Because most of this press
Don't fuck wit me
Estelle once said to me
Cool down down
Don't act a fool now, now
I always act a fool oww, oww
Ain't nothing new now now
He crazy
I know what ya thinkin
Ribena
I know what you're drinkin'
Rap singer
Chain Blinger
Holla at the next chick soon
As you're blinkin
What's you're persona
About this American Brama
Am I shallow
Cuz all my clothes designer
Dressed smart like a London Bloke
Before he speak his suit bespoke
And you thought he was cute before
Look at this P Coat
Tell me he's broke
And I know
You're not into all that
I heard your lyrics
I feel your spirit
But I still talk that caaaash
Cuz a lot wags want to hear it
And I'm feelin
Like Mike at his Baddest
The Pips at they Gladys
And I know they love it
So to hell
Wwith all that rubbish

Would you be my love, my love
Could be mine
Would you be my love, my love
Could be mine
Could you be my love, my love
Would you be my american boy
American Boy

Take me on a trip
I'd like to go some day
Take me to Chicago
San Fransisco Bay
I really want
To come kick it with you
You'll be my american boy

quinta-feira, 5 de junho de 2008

Jaimão - Rabiotel



Continuando na onda do Rock in Rio, mais uma grande sátira desta vez sobre uma banda de merda,com elementos de merda duvidosa, com uma actuação e com fãs de merda, que devem mijar pouco,porque choram muito.A única coisa que se aproveita é mesmo a música Rabiotel.

domingo, 1 de junho de 2008

Jaimão - Amy Vinho da Casa



Mais um grande êxito do tio Jaime, acabadinho de sair do forno. Consegue ser melhor que o original da Amy.
Dia 25Junho(4ªF) * LARGO DE S. PEDRO DE SINTRA* Sintra (21:30)(Espectáculo com banda inserido nas Festas de S. Pedro de Sintra)
Eu vou...armar a puta =P