I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope
I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mama's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now
I've had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
It's money for dope
Money for rope
Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things
from uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
I've had enough of reading things
by neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
terça-feira, 11 de maio de 2010
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segunda-feira, 3 de maio de 2010
Liar (Sex Pistols)
Lie lie lie lie liar you lie lie lie lie
Tell me why tell me why
Why d'you have to lie
Should've realised that
Should've told the truth
Should've realised
You know what I'll do
You're in suspension
You're a liar
Now I wanna know know know know
I wanna know why you never
Look me in the face
Broke a confidence just to please
Your ego should've realised
You know what I know
You're in suspension
You're a liar
I know where you go everybody you know
I know everything that do or say
So when you tell lies
I'll always be in your way
I'm nobody's fool and I know all
'Cos I know what I know
You're in suspension you're a liar
You're a liar you're a liar
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie liar you lie lie lie lie
I think you're funny you're funny ha ha
I don't need it don't need your blah blah
Should've realised I know what you are
You're in suspension you're in suspension
You're in suspension you're a liar
You're a liar you're a liar
Lie lie
Tell me why tell me why
Why d'you have to lie
Should've realised that
Should've told the truth
Should've realised
You know what I'll do
You're in suspension
You're a liar
Now I wanna know know know know
I wanna know why you never
Look me in the face
Broke a confidence just to please
Your ego should've realised
You know what I know
You're in suspension
You're a liar
I know where you go everybody you know
I know everything that do or say
So when you tell lies
I'll always be in your way
I'm nobody's fool and I know all
'Cos I know what I know
You're in suspension you're a liar
You're a liar you're a liar
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie liar you lie lie lie lie
I think you're funny you're funny ha ha
I don't need it don't need your blah blah
Should've realised I know what you are
You're in suspension you're in suspension
You're in suspension you're a liar
You're a liar you're a liar
Lie lie
É sempre lindo andar na cidade de São Paulo
sexta-feira, 30 de abril de 2010
Mentira (Carlos Gardel)
Vos, sabés que fuiste para mí
la luz de mi cabeza alocada
el porqué de mi pobre vivir
que vos alimentaste de amor...
Muñequita de trapo
que yo adoré santamente
y fingías quererme...
¡Mentira, mentira! ¡No tiene perdón!
Me preguntan cuáles son
las causas por que vos
quebraste mi felicidad
por qué razón fatal
vos me causaste tanto mal...
No te vengo a mendigar
cariños que tal vez
a otros le entregaste
como a mí,
ni me arrepiento
de haberte querido así.
Y pensar que yo te vi llorar
de amor entre mis brazos de hombre
que escuché jurarme tu querer
por todo lo más grande que hay
por tu santa viejita
que Dios la tenga en la gloria...
¡Y eran todas mentiras,
mentiras, mentiras de mala mujer!
la luz de mi cabeza alocada
el porqué de mi pobre vivir
que vos alimentaste de amor...
Muñequita de trapo
que yo adoré santamente
y fingías quererme...
¡Mentira, mentira! ¡No tiene perdón!
Me preguntan cuáles son
las causas por que vos
quebraste mi felicidad
por qué razón fatal
vos me causaste tanto mal...
No te vengo a mendigar
cariños que tal vez
a otros le entregaste
como a mí,
ni me arrepiento
de haberte querido así.
Y pensar que yo te vi llorar
de amor entre mis brazos de hombre
que escuché jurarme tu querer
por todo lo más grande que hay
por tu santa viejita
que Dios la tenga en la gloria...
¡Y eran todas mentiras,
mentiras, mentiras de mala mujer!
quarta-feira, 28 de abril de 2010
I remember you
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