a menina dança?

- vamos.

nomeações

dado que a terrinha é fértil em brotar candidatos posso nomear o manuel à presidência?

das faltas

espero que a festa seja bonita, pá.

gostar de versões

a balada do homem magrinho do senhor de voz nasalada pelo Jamie Saft Trio aqui com o Mike Patton.

Ballad of a thin man (Bob Dylan)

You walk into the room

With your pencil in your hand

You see somebody naked

And you say, who is that man?

You try so hard

But you dont understand

Just what youll say

When you get home

Because something is happening here

But you dont know what it is

Do you, mister jones?

You raise up your head

And you ask, is this where it is?

And somebody points to you and says

Its his

And you say, whats mine?

And somebody else says, where what is?

And you say, oh my god

Am I here all alone?

Because something is happening here

But you dont know what it is

Do you, mister jones?

You hand in your ticket

And you go watch the geek

Who immediately walks up to you

When he hears you speak

And says, how does it feel

To be such a freak?

And you say, impossible

As he hands you a bone

Because something is happening here

But you dont know what it is

Do you, mister jones?

You have many contacts

Among the lumberjacks

To get you facts

When someone attacks your imagination

But nobody has any respect

Anyway they already expect you

To just give a check

To tax-deductible charity organizations

Youve been with the professors

And theyve all liked your looks

With great lawyers you have

Discussed lepers and crooks

Youve been through all of

F. scott fitzgeralds books

Youre very well read

Its well known

Because something is happening here

But you dont know what it is

Do you, mister jones?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you

And then he kneels

He crosses himself

And then he clicks his high heels

And without further notice

He asks you how it feels

And he says, here is your throat back

Thanks for the loan

Because something is happening here

But you dont know what it is

Do you, mister jones?

Now you see this one-eyed midget

Shouting the word now

And you say, for what reason?

And he says, how?

And you say, what does this mean?

And he screams back, youre a cow

Give me some milk

Or else go home

Because something is happening here

But you dont know what it is

Do you, mister jones?

Well, you walk into the room

Like a camel and then you frown

You put your eyes in your pocket

And your nose on the ground

There ought to be a law

Against you comin around

You should be made

To wear earphones

Because something is happening here

But you dont know what it is

Do you, mister jones?

(o mike patton também se qualifica como feio-bonito?)

há mais de dois dias

que não me saiem do ouvido.

esta que é nova do feio-bonito já referido ( o novo cd -femina- está quase a ser passível de ser agarrado)

e aqui um dos barbudos da .luísa. o da emma. ele bem lhe disse estas coisas todas e nada...

gostar de versões

route 66 (Bobby Troup)

If you ever plan to motor west,

Travel my way, take the highway that is best.

Get your kicks on route sixty-six.

It winds from Chicago to LA,

More than two thousand miles all the way.

Get your kicks on route sixty-six.

Now you go through Saint Looey

Joplin, Missouri,

And Oklahoma City is mighty pretty.

You see Amarillo,

Gallup, New Mexico,

Flagstaff, Arizona.

Dont forget Winona,

Kingman, Barstow, San Bernandino.

Wont you get hip for this timely tip:

When you make that California trip

Get your kicks on route sixty-six.

Wont you get hip to this timely tip:

When you make that california trip

Get your kicks on route sixty-six.

Get your kicks on route sixty-six.

Get your kicks on route sixty-six.

pelo feio-bonito, the legendary tiger man

(a .luísa ficou com os barbudos, a nico com os imberbes, eu vou cunhar os feios-bonitos - mas deixo o lima para ti, joana, no worries)