quarta-feira, 29 de fevereiro de 2012
Noite (CDLXIII)
E às duas e quarenta da manhã, o Três Pêlos cantou na rádio. Foi o ponto alto do Natal.
Noite (CDLXII) - a análise
Becil - Tá aí uma boa putaria.
John Rebel - Destes cromos não há repetidos.
Oh, the passenger...
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window's eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, let's ride and ride and ride and ride
Singing...
He looks through his window's eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, let's ride and ride and ride and ride
Singing...
Dança...
Se John Rebel andasse nas danças de salão, John Rebel não iria aos Alunos de Apolo.
Iria aos Alunos de Falhadice.
Noite (CDLVI) - 3 meses depois
Julian Casablancas - Foda-se... Foda-se !! Eu lembro-me de quando John Rebel fez trinta anos !!!!
John Rebel - Passaste três anos bêbado...
John Rebel - Passaste três anos bêbado...
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