domingo, 27 de fevereiro de 2011

Aurea - Busy (for me)



I tried to call you
But you didn´t answer the phone
I tried to pick you up
But you didn´t come along
I tried to talk to you
But you didn’t even answer me
I tried to reach you
But you´re so high up above

Oh baby
I try everyday
I cry every night
For a second of your time
But you´re so busy for me
You don´t care for my plea
So I cry, cry, cry, cry...

Oh...
I tried to tease you
But you didn´t even care
I tried to love you
But your heart closed its doors

Oh baby
I try everyday
I cry every night
For a second of your time
But you´re so busy for me
You don´t care for my plea
So I cry, cry, cry, cry...

I try everyday
I cry every night
For a second of your time
But you´re so busy for me
You don´t care for my plea
So I cry, cry, cry, cry...

So you didn´t come along
You didn´t answer
You didn´t care
You closed your heart for me

Oh...
(I tried to call you... pick up the phone)

You´re so busy...

domingo, 20 de fevereiro de 2011

Us3 - Tukka Yoot's Riddim



Because di riddim it cool, riddim it nice, riddim it sweet, riddim in check
'Cos some a dem a big up dem mout'
But dem know how fi check
'Cos mi cooler dan dem, cooler dan ice, cooler dan di north pole
'Cos dem want fi go test di rude bwoy but dem just can't do it
Whole heep dem want fi tackle and want fi impress
But you know say di artikal rude bwoy comin' live and direct

Because some a dem a big, some a dem small, some a dem kinda sweet
Nowadays girls dem just look how di Tukka eat
'Cos dem want see mi nice, want see mi sweet, want see mi now and everywhere
'Cos mi sit pon top a di riddim and just don't care
Because dem want see mi test, want see mi dis, want see mi now and like a dat
Because you know say di Tukka Yoot mi just a bubble pon di spot

Because you know say mi nice, know say mi sweet, know say mi better dan di rest
Who know see di Tukka Yoot, come catch him live and direct
Know mi all over town, know me six foot two, and mi come in a dance, you know mi do it for you
Cooler, cooler dan ice
Nicer, nicer dan breeze
Ready fi di nice up any dance because you know mi do wid ease
Follow mi now one, follow mi now
Follow mi now two, follow me
And three and four
'Cos you know say di Tukka Yoot mi come fi knock pon your door
But enuff a girls nowadays dem just like how mi chat
'Cos a riddim and blues, riddim and blues
Riddim and blues, riddim and jazz

domingo, 13 de fevereiro de 2011

GNR - Efectivamente



Adoro o campo, as árvores, as flores, jarros e perpétuos amores
Que fiquem perto da esplanada de um bar
Pássaros estúpidos a esvoaçar

Adoro as pulgas dos cães
Todos os bichos do mato
O riso das crianças dos outros
Cágados de pernas para o ar

Efectivamente
Escuto as conversas
Importantes ou ambíguas
Aparentemente sem moralizar

Adoro as pêgas e os pederastas que passam
Finjo nem reparar
Na atitude tão clara e tão óbvia de quem anda a engatar

Adoro esses ratos de esgoto
Que disfarçam ao dealar
Como se fossem mafiosos convictos habituados a controlar

Efectivamente
Gosto de aparências
Imponentes ou equívocas
Aparentemente sem moralizar

Efectivamente
Gosto de aparências
Aparentemente sem moralizar

Aparentemente
Escuto as conversas
Efectivamente sem moralizar

Efectivamente
Sem moralizar
Aparentemente
Sem moralizar
Efectivamente

domingo, 6 de fevereiro de 2011

Pearl Jam - Black



Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I will be...yeah...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why, why, why
Can't it be, can't it be mine