Thursday, December 6, 2007


Mott the Hoople and the game of Life.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.

Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
See you in heaven if you make the list.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, Andy did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked inthe punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis?
Hey, baby. Are we losingtouch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing iscool.
Moses went walking with the staff of wood.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.
Newton got beaned by the apple good.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.

Hey Andy did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked inthe punch?
Hey, Andy are you goofing on Elvis?
Hey, baby. Are you havingfun?

If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing iscool.

Here's a little agit for the never-believer.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.
Here's a little ghost for the offering.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling [wrestling bears].
Yeah,yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey Andy did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked inthe punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis,
hey baby, are we losingtouch?

If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing iscool.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007


She never took the train alone she hated being on her own

She always took me by the hand and say she needs me

She never wanted love to fail she always hoped that it was real

She’d look me in the eyes and say believe me

But then night becomes the day and there’s nothing left to say

If there’s nothing left to say then something’s wrong
Oh tonight you killed me with your smile so beautiful and wild so beautiful
Oh tonight you killed me with your smile so beautiful and wild so beautiful and wild
And as the hands would turn with time she’d always say that she was my mine
She’d turn and lend a smile to say that she’s gone
But in a whisper she’d arrive and dance into my life
Like a music melody like a lover's song
Oh tonight you killed me with your smile so beautiful and wild so beautiful and wild
Oh tonight you killed me with your smile so beautiful and wild so beautiful and wild
Through the darkest night comes the brightest light
And the light that shines is deep insideIt’s who you are
Oh tonight you killed me with your smile so beautiful and wild so beautiful
Oh tonight you killed me with your smile so beautiful and wild so beautiful, beautiful
Oh tonight you killed me with your smile so beautiful and wild so beautiful and wild
So beautiful and wild
So beautiful and wild


Thursday, November 22, 2007




Ela talvez seja o rosto que eu não consigo esquecer
O caminho para o prazer ou para o desgosto
Talvez seja meu tesouro ou o preço que eu tenho que pagar
Ela talvez seja a música de verão
Talvez seja o frio que o outono traz
Talvez seja centena de coisas diferentes
Em um dia inteiro

Ela talvez seja a beldade ou a crueldade
Talvez seja a fome ou a abundância
Talvez transforme cada dia em um paraíso ou em um inferno

Ela talvez seja o modelo de todos os meus sonhos
O sorriso refletido em um rio
Ela talvez não seja o que ela parece
Dentro dela mesma

Ela, que sempre parece tão feliz no meio da multidão.
De quem os olhos parecem tão secretos e tão orgulhosos
Ninguém pode vê-los quando eles choram

Ela talvez seja o amor, que não espera que dure.
Certamente, são lembranças do passado.
Que eu irei me lembrar até o dia de minha morte

Ela talvez seja a razão pela qual eu vivo
O porquê e pelo que eu estou vivendo
A pessoa que cuidarei nos tempos e nas horas mais difícieis

Eu irei levar os sorrisos e as lágrimas dela
E farei delas todas as minhas recordações
Para onde ela for, eu tenho que estar lá
O sentido da minha vida é ela
Ela..... oh, ela