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Estereótipos e música: Cherry Coloured Funk
Estereótipos e música: speechless
Isto é que é fair play!
Seminários abertos sobre Estereótipos, Preconceitos e Exclusão Social – Professor Wilson Senne
A diferença que o público faz: That Petrol Emotion
Passando som
Mandando ver, ao vivo
Estereótipos e música: Jockey Full of Bourbon
Edna million in a drop dead suit
Dutch pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun wont shoot
Im in the corner on the pouring rain
Sixteen men on a dead mans chest
And Ive been drinking from a broken cup
Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
Im full of bourbon, I cant stand up
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on morgans head
And Im stepping on the devils tail
Across the stripes of a full moons head
And through the bars of a cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
Im on the lawn with someone elses wife
Admire the view from up on top of the mast
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone
I said hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone
Yellow sheets on a hong kong bed
Stazybo horn and a slingerland ride
To the carnival is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
Edna million in a drop dead suit
Dutch pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun wont shoot
Im in the corner on the pouring rain
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Notícia do dia: live in Bagdhad
Depois de um exílio forçado na Turquia, a banda iraquiana de death metal Dog Faced Corpse finalmente volta a se apresentar no país natal. Clique aqui para ler a matéria publicada no Blabbermouth.net.
Estereótipos e música: death car
A howling wind is whistling in the night
My dog is growling in the dark
Something’s pulling me outside
To ride around in circles
I know that you have got the time
Coz anything I want, you do
You’ll take a ride through the strangers
Who don’t understand how to feel
In the deathcar, we’re alive
In the deathcar, we’re alive
I’ll let some air come in the window
Kind of wakes me up a little
I don’t turn on the radio
Coz they play shit, like….You know
When your hand was down on my dick
It felt quite amazing
And now that, that is all over
All we’ve got is the silence
In the deathcar, we’re alive
In the deathcar, we’re alive
So come on mandolins, play
When I touched you
I felt that you still had your baby fat
And a little taste of baby’s breath
Makes me forget about death
At your age you’re still joking
It ain’t time yet for the choking
So now we can see the movie and see each other truly
In the deathcar, we’re alive
In the deathcar, we’re alive
I want to hear some mandolins
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