Yow!
Libery City, Some lovin', deep-house do melhor, 1993! No myspace de Megamix, e topem também o Andrew Bird no Letterman... é qualquer coisa.
Fica aqui a letra. Tá tudo lá. Amanhã às noite vou passar uns discos ao Capela. Apareçam se estiverem por perto.
Abraços, JAM
Andrew Bird, Plasticities, 2007
This isn’t your song, this isn’t your music
How can there be wrong, when by committee they choose it all
They choose it all
You’re gonna grow old, you’re gonna to grow cold
Bearing signs on the avenues, for your own personal waterloo
You’re bearing signs on the avenue, for your own personal waterloo, now
We’ll fight, we’ll fight, we’ll fight
For your music halls and dying cities
They’ll fight, they’ll fight, they’ll fight
For your neural walls and plasticities
And precious territory
And precious territory
And precious territory
This isn’t our song, this isn’t even a musical
Think life is too long, to be a whale in a cubicle
Nails under your cuticle
You’re gonna grow old, you’re gonna to grow cold
Before the sun can deliver you
You’re bearing signs on the avenue
You’re bearing signs for your own personal waterloo, now
We’ll fight, we’ll fight, we’ll fight
For your music halls and dying cities
They’ll fight, they’ll fight, they’ll fight
For your neural walls and plasticities
And precious territory
And precious territory
And precious territory
Fica aqui a letra. Tá tudo lá. Amanhã às noite vou passar uns discos ao Capela. Apareçam se estiverem por perto.
Abraços, JAM
Andrew Bird, Plasticities, 2007
This isn’t your song, this isn’t your music
How can there be wrong, when by committee they choose it all
They choose it all
You’re gonna grow old, you’re gonna to grow cold
Bearing signs on the avenues, for your own personal waterloo
You’re bearing signs on the avenue, for your own personal waterloo, now
We’ll fight, we’ll fight, we’ll fight
For your music halls and dying cities
They’ll fight, they’ll fight, they’ll fight
For your neural walls and plasticities
And precious territory
And precious territory
And precious territory
This isn’t our song, this isn’t even a musical
Think life is too long, to be a whale in a cubicle
Nails under your cuticle
You’re gonna grow old, you’re gonna to grow cold
Before the sun can deliver you
You’re bearing signs on the avenue
You’re bearing signs for your own personal waterloo, now
We’ll fight, we’ll fight, we’ll fight
For your music halls and dying cities
They’ll fight, they’ll fight, they’ll fight
For your neural walls and plasticities
And precious territory
And precious territory
And precious territory
