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- Hoje a Noite Não Tem Luar
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(A.Monroy/C. Villa De La Torre | vs: Carlos Colla)
Ela passou do meu lado
'Oi amor' - eu lhe falei
'Você está tão sozinha'
Ela então sorriu pra mim
Foi assim que a conheci
Naquele dia junto ao mar
As ondas vinham beijar a praia
O sol brilhava de tanta emoção
Um rosto lindo como o verão
E um beijo aconteceuNos encontramos à noite
Passeamos por aí
E num lugar escondido
Outro beijo lhe pedi
Lua de prata no céu
O brilho das estrelas no chão
Tenho certeza que não sonhava
A noite linda continuava
E a voz tão doce que me falava
O mundo pertence a nósE hoje a noite não tem luar
E eu estou sem ela
Já não sei onde procurar
Não sei onde ela está
Hoje a noite não tem luar
E eu estou sem ela
Já não sei onde procurar
Onde está meu amor?
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- On The Way Home / Rise
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Neil Young | Jonh Lydon/Nill Laswell
When the dream came
I held my breath with my eyes closed
I went insane,
Like a smoke ring day
When the wind blows
Now I won't be back till later on
If I do come back at all
Because you know me, and I miss you now.In a strange game
I saw myself as you knew me
When the change came,
And you had the chance to see through me
Though the other side is just the sameYou can tell my dream is real,
and I love you and I miss you now
Though we rush ahead to save our time
We are only what we feelAnd I love you, can you feel it now?
I could be wrong I could be right
I could be wrong I could be right
I could be wrong I could be right
I could be black I could be white
I could be right I could be wrong
I could be white I could be blackThe time has come your second skin
The cost so high, the gain so low
Walk through the valley
The written word is a lie
May the road rise with youI could be wrong I could be right
I could be black I could be white
The time has come your second skin
The cost so high, the gain so low
Walk through the valley
The written word is a lie
May the road rise with youAnger is an energy.
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- Head On
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William Reid / James Reid
As soon as I get my head round you
I come around catching sparks off you
I get an eletric charge from you
That seconde hand living it just won't doAnd the way I feel tonight
Well I could die and I wouldn't mind
And there's something going on insideMakes you want to feel, makes you want to try
Makes you wanna blow the stars from the sky
I can't stand up, I cant' cool down
I can't get my head off the groundAs soon as I get my head round you
I come around catching sparks off you
And all I ever got from you
Was all ever took from youAnd the world could die in pain
And I wouldn't feel no shame
And there's nothing holding me to blame
Makes you want to feel makes you want to try
Makes you want to blow the stars from skyI'm taking myself to the dirty part of town
Where all my troubles can't be found
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- The Last Time I Saw Richard
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Joni Mitchell
Last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate
Someday, cynical and bitter and boring someone
In some dark cafe
You laugh, he said you think you're immune,
Go look at your eyes
They're full of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies, pretty lies
When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies
Only pretty lies, pretty liesHe put a quarter in the wurlitzer, and he pushed
Three buttons and the thing began to whirl
And a waitress came by a fishnet stockings and a bow tie
And she said: "drink up now it's getting on time to close"
Richard, you haven't really changed, I said
That's just now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head
You've got tombs in your in your eyes, but the songs
You punched are dreaming
Listen, they talk of love so sweet
When you gonna get yourself back on your feet?
Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweetRichard got married to a figure skater
And he bought her a dish washer and a coffe percolator
And he drinks at home now most night with the TV on
And all the house lights left up bright
I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
I don't want nobody comin'over to my table
I've got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamers passes this away someday
Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes
Dark cafes
Only this darkness before
I get my gorgeous wings
And fly away
Only a phase, these dark cafe day
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