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segunda-feira, 25 de abril de 2022

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domingo, 8 de agosto de 2021

domingo, 1 de agosto de 2021

sábado, 10 de julho de 2021

Grinderman - Palaces Of Montezuma


Psychedelic invocations
Of Mata Hari at the station
I give to you
A Java princess of Hindu birth
A woman of flesh, a child of earth
I give to you
Well, the hanging gardens of Babylon
Miles Davis, the black unicorn
I give to you
The Palaces of Montezuma
And the Gardens of Akbar's tomb
I give to you
The spider goddess and the needle boy
The slave-dwarves they employ
I give to you
A custard-coloured super dream
Of Ali McGraw and Steve McQueen
I give to you
C'mon baby, let's get out of the cold
And give me, give me, give me your precious love for me to hold
The epic of Gilgamesh
A pretty little black A-line dress
I give to you
The spinal cord of JFK
Wrapped in Marilyn Monroe's negligee
I give to you
I want nothing in return
Just the softest little breathless word
I ask of you
A word contained in a grain of sand
That can barely walk, can't even stand
I ask for you
C'mon baby, let's get out of the cold
And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold
C'mon baby, come out of the cold, oh yeah
And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold
Damn, oh come on
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on
Give it to me
Give it to me
Yeah, give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me
Yeah, give it to me
Give it to me

domingo, 20 de junho de 2021

IDLES - SODIUM



I feel like I understand
How it feels to kill a man
Surefire I retire your plans
Tastes like metal

Tendon piercing like a dog
Elbow teeth crack feels like God
Shake your moneymaker
Tastes like metal

Kni-kni-kni-kni-knives out
I'm flying
I'm flying
I'm flying

They say fame is a hell of a drug
Until they peel the wings off a dove
It's a losing streak I'm on
Tastes like metal

Hear the bells, they ring for you
You can run but I'll run too
Dark light shine bright like a blood sheen
Tastes like metal

Kni-kni-kni-kni-knives out
I'm flying
I'm flying
I'm flying
I'm flying
I'm flying
I'm flying

domingo, 16 de maio de 2021

domingo, 9 de maio de 2021

sexta-feira, 9 de abril de 2021

"Going Down" - Freddie King




Going Down

I'm going down
I'm going, down, down, down
Down, down
Yes, I'm going down, yes
I'm going down, down, down
Down, down
Yes, I've got my feet in the window
Got my head on the ground
Let me down
And close that box car door
Yes, let me down
And close that box car door
Well, I'm goin' back to Chattanooga
And sleep on sister Irene's door
Yes, I'm going down
I'm going down
I'm going, down, down, down
Down, down
Yes, I got my feet in the window
I got my head on the ground
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