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sexta-feira, novembro 26, 2004
Old habits die hard Twenty-five years ago, Shane MacGowan was given six weeks to live. But he's still here, and so are the Pogues - back to their original lineup for a new lease of life. Dave Simpson joins them in Dublin to relive the bad old days terça-feira, novembro 23, 2004
 Repensando Ken Loach CCBB São Paulo De 23 de novembro a 5 de dezembro Ingressos: R$ 4 (inteira) e R$ 2 (meia) Rua Álvares Penteado 112. Centro Tel.: (11) 3113-3651 E-mail: ccbbsp@bb.com.br  
just like honey the jesus and mary chain listen to the girl as she takes on half the world moving up and so alive in her honey dripping beehive beehive it's good, so good, it's so good so good walking back to you is the hardest thing that i can do that i can do for you for you i'll be your plastic toy i'll be your plastic toy for you eating up the scum is the hardest thing for me to do just like honey quinta-feira, novembro 18, 2004
s.o.s. todo dia eu digo só por hoje. toda semana eu digo que na próxima. todo mês passa e eu nem percebo. todo ano eu digo que é o último. (e dessa vez talvez seja mesmo) domingo, novembro 07, 2004
[it's important to me] the boys in the band from way far across the sea came an eritrean maiden she had a one track mind and eyes for me half blinded in the war with a pale young anglican who said he'd help her all he can showed her jesus and his little un-holy friend she had no mind to please him just say 'ta-ra' and leave him behind there's a little boy in a stairwell who says "i hate people like you" got matches & cable tv half of less than 50p we all clambered over the balcony banging on the window waking steve bringing with a true love his un-holy friend if you really need it you just won't leave it behind so baby please kill me oh baby don't kill me but don't bring that ghost round to my door i don't wanna see him anymore please kill me oh baby don't kill me just don't bang on about yesterday i wouldn't know about that anyway monkey asked the mouse before if she loved anybody more than he it turns you into stone now i'm reversing down the lonely street to a cheap hotel when i can meet the past and pay it off and keep it sweet it's sweet like nothing no it's just like nothing at all yes i've seen you there how could i help but stare it rips the heart out off your baby now i've taken far too much to see or think or touch what's real i'm stranded on this street that paved my only way home you really need it oh you just won't leave it behind so baby please kill me oh baby don't kill me but don't bring that ghost round to my door i don't wanna see him anymore please kill me oh baby don't kill me but don't bang on about yesterday i wouldn't know about that anyway oh no he got nothing he got nothing at all [it's important to me] the boys in the band please don't get me wrong see i forgive you in a song will call the likely lads but if it's left to you i know exactly what you'd do with all the dreams we had just blood runs thicker, oh we're as thick as thieves, you know if that's important to you it's important to me i tried to make you see but you don't wanna know you don't want to know! if you pipe all summer long then get forgiven in a song well that's a touch, my lad they sold the rights to all the wrongs and when they knew you'd give me songs welcome back, i said the blood runs thicker, oh we're as thick as thieves, you know if that's important to you it's important to me i tried to make you see but you don't wanna know you don't want to know! oh what became of the likely lads? what became of the dreams we had? oh what became of forever? oh what became of forever? though, we'll never know please don't get me wrong see i forgive you in a song will call the likely lads we all bought the ones we taught 'em all we wrote the songs that's filled with dreams we have but blood runs thicker, oh we're as thick as thieves, you know if that's important to you it's important to me i tried to make you see but you don't wanna know you don't want to know! oh what became of the likely lads? what became of the dreams we had? oh what became of forever? oh what became of forever? we'll never know! quarta-feira, novembro 03, 2004
mágoas augusto dos anjos quando nasci, num mês de tantas flores, todas murcharam, tristes, langorosas, tristes fanaram redolentes rosas, morreram todas, todas sem olores. mais tarde da existência nos verdores da infância nunca tive as venturosas alegrias que passam bonançosas, oh! minha infância nunca tive flores! volvendo ã quadra azul da mocidade, minh'alma levo aflita à eternidade, quando a morte matar meus dissabores. cansado de chorar pelas estradas, exausto de pisar mágoas pisadas, hoje eu carrego a cruz de minhas dores! terça-feira, novembro 02, 2004
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