Ai que bem cheiras, que bem cheiras dos sovacos As meias rotas e os sapatos descascados Nas avenidas ainda fazes os teus engates E tudo graças ao perfume Patchouli
Essas miúdas das escolas secundárias Com cheiro a leite e o soquete pelo artelho Ficam maradas com o teu charme perfumado, Yeah O teu perfume Patchouli
When I look into your eyes I can see a love restrained But darlin' when I hold you Don't you know I feel the same 'Cause nothin' lasts forever And we both know hearts can change And it's hard to hold a candle In the cold November rain We've been through this such a long long time Just tryin' to kill the pain But lovers always come and lovers always go An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today Walking away If we could take the time to lay it on the line I could rest my head Just knowin' that you were mine All mine So if you want to love me then darlin' don't refrain Or I'll just end up walkin' In the cold November rain
Do you need some time...on your own Do you need some time...all alone Everybody needs some time...on their own Don't you know you need some time...all alone I know it's hard to keep an open heart When even friends seem out to harm you But if you could heal a broken heart Wouldn't time be out to charm you
Sometimes I need some time...on my own Sometimes I need some time...all alone Everybody needs some time...on their own Don't you know you need some time...all alone
And when your fears subside And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh I know that you can love me When there's no one left to blame So never mind the darkness We still can find a way 'Cause nothin' lasts forever Even cold November rain
Don't ya think that you need somebody Don't ya think that you need someone Everybody needs somebody You're not the only one You're not the only one
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk
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Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one
1974
Dreamer, you know you are a dreamer Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no! I said dreamer, youre nothing but a dreamer Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no! I said far out, - what a day, a year, a laugh it is! You know, - well you know you had it comin to you, Now theres not a lot I can do
Dreamer, you stupid little dreamer; So now you put your head in your hands, oh no! I said far out, - what a day, a year, a laugh it is! You know, - well you know you had it comin to you, Now theres not a lot I can do.
Well work it out someday
If I could see something You can see anything you want boy If I could be someone- You can be anyone, celebrate boy. If I could do something- Well you can do something, If I could do anything- Well can you do something out of this world?
Take a dream on a sunday Take a life, take a holiday Take a lie, take a dreamer Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream along...
Dreamer, you know you are a dreamer Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no! I said dreamer, youre nothing but a dreamer Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no! Oh no!
1984
You get a shiver in the dark Its been raining in the park but meantime South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowing dixie double four time You feel all right when you hear that music ring
You step inside but you dont see too many faces Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down Too much competition too many other places But not too many horns can make that sound Way on downsouth way on downsouth london town
You check out guitar george he knows all the chords Mind hes strictly rhythm he doesnt want to make it cry or sing And an old guitar is all he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And harry doesnt mind if he doesnt make the scene Hes got a daytime job hes doing alright He can play honky tonk just like anything Saving it up for friday night With the sultans with the sultans of swing
And a crowd of young boys theyre fooling around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles They dont give a damn about any trumpet playing band It aint what they call rock and roll And the sultans played creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone And says at last just as the time bell rings thank you goodnight now its time to go home And he makes it fast with one more thing we are the sultans of swing
Reis magos e o Governo
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O Governo, para melhorar a sua imagem, quis levar hoje à cena, com os seus
ministros, uma representação da história dos Reis Magos. Mas teve de
desistir q...
