quinta-feira, 30 de setembro de 2010
Awesomeness (XXIX)
1.Organize before they rise!
2.They feel no fear, why should you?
3.Use your head: cut off theirs.
4.Blades don’t need reloading.
5.Ideal protection = tight clothes, short hair.
6.Get up the staircase, then destroy it.
7.Get out of the car, get onto the bike.
8.Keep moving, keep low, keep quiet, keep alert!
9.No place is safe, only safer.
10.The zombie may be gone, but the threat lives on.
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quarta-feira, 29 de setembro de 2010
Like a...
a Bat Out Of Hell
The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling
Way down in the valley tonight
There's a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye
And a blade shining oh so bright
There's evil in the air and theres thunder in the sky
And a killer's on the bloodshot streets
And down in the tunnel where the deadly are rising
Oh I swear I saw a young boy
Down in the gutter
He was starting to foam in the heat
Oh baby you're the only thing in this whole world
That's pure and good and right
And wherever you are and wherever you go
There's always gonna be some light
But I gotta get out
I gotta break it out now
Before the final crack of dawn
So we gotta make the most of our one night together
When it's over you know
We'll both be so alone
Like a bat out of hell
I'll be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over
Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone gone gone
Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone when the morning comes
When the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlight's shining through
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven
I'll come crawling on back to you
I'm gonna hit the highway like a battering ram
On a silver black phantom bike
When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry
And were all about to see the light
Nothing ever grows in this rotten old hole
And everything is stunted and lost
And nothing really rocks
And nothing really rolls
And nothing's ever worth the cost
And I know that I'm damned if I never get out
And maybe I'm damned if I do
But with any other beat I got left in my heart
You know I'd rather be damned with you
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned
Dancing through the night with you
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned
Gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned
If gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned
Dancing through the night
Dancing through the night
Dancing through the night with you
Oh baby you're the only thing in this whole world
That's pure and good and right
And wherever you are and wherever you go
There's always gonna be some light
But I gotta get out
I gotta break it out now
Before the final crack of dawn
So we gotta make the most of our one night together
When it's over you know
We'll both be so alone
Like a bat out of hell
I'll be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over
Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone
Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone when the morning comes
But when the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlight's shining through
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven
I'll come crawling on back to you
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven
I'll come crawling on back to you
I can see myself
Tearing up the road
Faster than any other boy has ever gone
And my skin is rough but my soul is ripe
And no one's gonna stop me now
I gotta make my escape
But I can't stop thinking of you
And I never see the sudden curve until its way too late
I never see the sudden curve until its way too late
Then I'm dying on the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell
And the last thing I see is my heart
Still beating
Breaking out of my body
And flying away
Like a bat out of hell
Then I'm dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell
And the last thing I see is my heart
Still beating
Still beating
Breaking out of my body and flying away
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell
Geeky, epic shit...
Noite (CCXV) - the home edtion
Gunalvizar : Verbo relativo ao acto de gunar, tão típico do guna do FCP exilado em Lisboa que é John Rebel; e de galvanizar, utilizado por sócios do SLB que apesar de tudo fazem parte das relações de John Rebel, aka O Soce.
Blue Mountain State...
Boy - No, but it's the best I can do.
Pá posteridade...
A. Season - I thought john rebel felt no pain!
John Rebel - He feels it. He simply does not care.
Quoting himself as often...
Ele não sabe nada de jeito mas sempre se safou bem assim.
Horós(copos)
John Rebel - John Rebel já faz isso... Quase todos os dias.
sábado, 25 de setembro de 2010
Noite (CCXIV)...
A sorte é que correu TÚDÚ BÉM !!!!
Noite (CCXII) - thursday thoughts
- Mas o que é que esta gente faz ?
quinta-feira, 23 de setembro de 2010
Ominous dinner...
John Rebel - Isso agrada a John Rebel...
quarta-feira, 22 de setembro de 2010
terça-feira, 21 de setembro de 2010
Quote
Tudo o que contribuir para eles não se reproduzirem, é bom para o País.
segunda-feira, 20 de setembro de 2010
Noite (CCX) - weddings
Noite (CCIX) - pré-wedding
John Rebel - John Rebel É inesquecível em qualquer relação... Normalmente pelos piores motivos...
sexta-feira, 17 de setembro de 2010
@ Fb
John Rebel - Por fax !!
BZ - Até por twitter :P
John Rebel - Blog...
BZ - Pombo correio.
John Rebel - Sinais de fumo !!!!!
BZ - Message in the bottle
John Rebel - Fedex.
BZ - Código morse...
John Rebel - Braille.
quinta-feira, 16 de setembro de 2010
Noite (CCVIII) - quase
Por sorte consegue dizer: NÃO!
Tipo... Por vezes...
quarta-feira, 15 de setembro de 2010
@ work
terça-feira, 14 de setembro de 2010
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Rebel words
Muito utilizado por John Rebel e restantes soces em situações como:
John Rebel - Fofialazemos de novo amanhã então... John Rebel deve sair. Mayhem calminho... Dirá algo depois.
segunda-feira, 13 de setembro de 2010
Directamente duma cassete com 15 anos...
I don't feel the sun's comin' out today
It's staying in, it's gonna find another way.
As I sit here in this misery,
I don't think I'll ever, no lord, see the sun from here.
And oh as I fade away,
They'll all look at me and say, and they'll say,
"Hey look at him, I'll never live that way."
But that's okay, they're just afraid to change.
And when you feel your life ain't worth living
You've got to stand up and take a look around you
Then a look way up to the sky.
And when your deepest thoughts are broken,
Keep on dreaming, boy, 'cause when you stop dreamin' it's time to die.
And as we all play parts of tomorrow,
Some ways we'll work and other ways we'll play.
But I know we can't all stay here forever,
So I want to write my words on the face of today
...And then they'll paint it
And oh as I fade away,
They'll all look at me and say, they'll say,
"Hey look at him and where he is these days."
When life is hard, you have to change.
When life is hard, you have to change.
domingo, 12 de setembro de 2010
sábado, 11 de setembro de 2010
Noite (CCVI)
E depois?
Bairro?
"Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while..." says:
Assim reza a profecia...
Step one...
Vá
John Rebel avisa quando estiver a ir.
tania says:
O primeiro passo pró terror.
"Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while..." says:
Isso foi em 78...
I've been walking...
...these streets at night, just trying to get it right.
It's hard to see with so many around
You know I don't like being stuck in a crowd
And the streets don't change but maybe the name
I ain't got time for the game...
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quinta-feira, 9 de setembro de 2010
quarta-feira, 8 de setembro de 2010
Noite (CCIII)
John Rebel nasceu para pisar os mais variados relvados.
E sim, John Rebel adora metáforas futebolísticas.
Ao princípio...
Mas a vida de John Rebel é díficil.
E aparecem momentos em que é necessário decidir.
Ir embora ou beber mais uma ?
E a solução ?
Beber duas.
E sair...
Em direcção ao sol... do meio dia.
domingo, 5 de setembro de 2010
sábado, 4 de setembro de 2010
That's life...
John Rebel - A vida de John Rebel é só combinações...
Late night wisdom
John Rebel - Sim, porque não é já amanhã que te arrependes...
Noite (CCII)
sexta-feira, 3 de setembro de 2010
quinta-feira, 2 de setembro de 2010
Caluniado...
quarta-feira, 1 de setembro de 2010
O melhor after do fds...
Zé Dollar - A esvaziar copos...
John Rebel - A foder lentes...
Zé Dollar - Em qualquer circunstância...
M. Inês - E com qualquer substância...
John Rebel - Desde '78...
A tasca acabou...
Em grande.
Noite (CCI)
Gingão - Hmmm, yah...
BZ - Qual ?
John Rebel - A menos porca...
BZ - Qual ???
- ( gargalhada vil ecoa pelas ruas ) -
1 h 40 m - BZ INSURGE-SE.