In the year of the wolf - Motorhead

In The Year Of The Wolf,
all the world smelled good,
In the snow and the ice,
all the rest was blood,
In the time of the tribe,
we took a thousand lives,
When I ran with the wolves,
and the hunting was good,
See me now, I was another,
Not like me, when the wolves were brothers,
See me now, you cannot know,
The kind of food that me grow,

It was the wolf in me,
Body and soul on fire,
In the cold, full moon,
Blood, red, desire,
It was the wolf in me,
You know it felt so true,
The night I ran with the wolves,
Tonight I come for you,

In The Year Of The Wolf,
how could you ever know,
There in the forest,
I had teeth to show,
In a different time,
when the world was mine,
When I ran as a wolf,
and the sun burned low,

See me now, I was another,
Mean and vicious, fast and clever,
see me now, you would not dream,
The food I ate, the food that screamed,

It was the wolf in me,
And all my soul was fire,
By the cold, dull moon,
Blood, red, desire,
It was the wolf in me,
I howled the cold night through,
The year I ran as a wolf,
Tonight the food is you,

In The Year Of The Wolf,
all the tribe ran mad,
On the frozen lake,
and I felt so glad,
With tooth and claw,
all your blood and more,
When I ran with the wolves,
and the hunt turned bad,

See me now, this is not me,
Not like the one, I used to be,
See me now, you would not guess,
A different heart raving in my chest,

It was the wolf in me,
When the world was cold,
It was the life I lived,
In the dark world below,
It was the wolf in me,
Crying and howling too,
I was crying for the hunt,
But I was hunting for you

Música de Aniversário

entrando no clima para o dia 5....

Caras Como Eu
Titãs

Composição: Tony Bellotto

Caras como eu
Estao ficando raros
Como cabelos ralos
Que se batem e caem pelo chao

Caras como eu
Estão tirando o pé
Andando em marcha-re
Com medo de entrar na contramao

Como trens do interior
Que nao chegam no horário
Como velhos elefantes
Que morrem solitários

Caras como eu
Estão ficando chatos
Como solas de sapatos
Que se gastam
Com o passar do tempo

Não vou mais medir o tempo
Não vou mais contar as horas
Vou me entregar no momento
Não vou mais tentar matar o tempo

Como palavras de amor
Que não se guardam em disquetes
Como segredos sem valor
Que a gente nunca esquece

Caras como eu
Estao ficando velhos
Calçando os seus chinelos
Concluindo que nao há mais tempo

Não vou mais medir o tempo
Não vou mais contar as horas
Vou me entregar no momento
Não vou mais tentar matar o tempo

Não vou mais medir o tempo
Não vou mais contar as horas
Vou me entregar no momento
Não vou mais tentar matar o tempo

Ranger Song

C-130 rolling down the strip.
Airborne ranger gonna take a little trip.
mission top secret destination unknown
don't even know if I'm going home.
Stand up, Hook up, shuffle to the door.
Jump right out and count to four.
One thousand, two thousand, three thousand, four.
if my chute don't open wide.
I've got a reserve by my side.
If that one should fail me too

If that one should fail me too
Look out below I'm coming through

If that one should fail me too
Look out ground there's a ranger comin' through

I said hey all the way
I say hey every day
If i die on the old drop zone
Then box me up and send me home
Pin my wings up on my chest
Tell my girl i've done my best
I said hey all the way
I say hey every day

The Doors - Curses and invocations

Curses, Invocations
Weird bate-headed mongrels
I keep expecting one of you to rise
Large buxom obese queen
Garden hogs and cunt veterans
Quaint cabbage saints
Shit hoarders and individualists
Drag strip officials
Tight lipped losers and
Lustful fuck salesman
My militant dandies
All strange orders of monsters
Hot on the tail of the woodvine
We welcome you to our procession
Here come the Comedians
look at them smile
Watch them dance an Indian mile
Look at them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone
Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks
Plant them they will grow
Watch them waver so
I'll always be a word man
Better then a bird man
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... porque um pouco de sincronia musical é uso colateral divertido de entropia ;)

Soundtrack for these dark days, my friend...

Corporate America wakes
Coffee republic in case
We open the latch on the gate
Of the hole that we call our home

Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me

Maybe we're victims of fate
Remember when we'd celebrate
We'd drink and get high until late
And now we're all alone