Music is life!

yeah you’re pretty good looking
oh yeah
you’re pretty good looking
yes you’re pretty good looking
oh yeah
for a girl

Muse – “Unintended”

You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one Ill always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one Ill always love

Ill be there as soon as I can
But Im busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you

You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one Ill always love

Ill be there as soon as I can
But Im busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

Ill be there as soon as I can
But Im busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

Before you

Muse no Rock in Rio. Eu devo ir.

I wonder, I wondered, no wonder
The weakest, the cheapest, hangover
In the end, foe or friend, live apart
Call it hate, call it love, call it art

Múm – “These eyes are berries”
 

These berries are eyes
Your eyes, my eyes
Birds turn their necks
Stare at them, long for them…

The neck is a fruit, your neck, my neck
The fruits turn their youth, and their scratching without hands…

Múm – “Green Grass Of Tunnel”

Down from the ceiling
Drips great noise

It drips on my head through a hole in the roof

Behind these two hills here
There’s a pool
And when i’m swimming in
Through a tunnel
I shut my eyes

Inside the cabin
I make sounds
In through the tubes i send this noise

Behind these two hills here
Fall asleep

And when i float in
Green grass of tunnel
It flows back

Down from the ceiling
Drips great noise

It drips on my head through a hole in the roof

Behind these two hills here
There’s a pool

And when i’m swimming in
Through a tunnel
I shut my eyes

Múm – “They made frogs til they exploded”

Oh, don’t pull its legs
They’re pulled
Don’t squeeze it too hard up
Don’t mash it up

Ooh, don’t pull its legs
They’re pulled
Don’t squeeze it too hard up
Don’t crush it up

If you snap it like a twig
Glue it back with little sticks
Put it back into the grass again

If you break a kitten’s neck
You must shake its body and check
If it’s still alive, be gone to sleep

If you snap it like a twig
Glue it back with little sticks
Put it back into the grass again

Múm – “Dancing behind my eyelids”

See the fog on the horizon
It’s dancing
And it smell like a teenager

See the bones behind my eyelids
They’re dancing
And it sounds like tap-dancing shoes

See the bones behind my eyelids
They’re dancing
And it sounds like tap-dancing shoes

Worms on the bones under beds
Of insomniac eaten teenagers
They whisper
And it sounds like a crooked flute

Excelente concerto na Casa da Música ontem à noite.
A palavra chave para mim é Felicidade.

Cake – “The Roof Is On Fire”

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don’t need no water let the motherfucker burn,
Burn motherfucker burn.

Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I’m a dumb white guy,
I’m not old or new but middle school fifth grade like
junior high,
I don’t know mofo if y’all peeps be buggin’ give props
to my ho cause she all fly,
But I can take the heat cause I’m the other white meat
known as ‘Kid Funky Fried’,
Yeah I’m hung like planet Pluto hard to see with the
naked eye,
But if I crashed into Uranus I would stick it where
the sun don’t shine,
Cause I’m kind of like Han Solo always stroking my own
wookie,
I’m the root of all that’s evil yeah but you can call
me cookie,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don’t need no water let the motherfucker burn,
Burn motherfucker burn.

Yo yo this hard-core ghetto gangster image takes a lot
of practice,
I’m not black like Barry White no I am white like
Frank Black is,
So if man is five and the devil is six than that must
make me seven,
This honkey’s gone to heaven,
But if I go to hell then I hope I burn well,
I’ll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha
Raye, and Lawrence Welk,
And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix’s
poltergeist,
And Webster yeah Emmanuel Lewis cause he’s the
anti-christ,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don’t need no water let the motherfucker burn,
Burn motherfucker burn.

Everybody here we go,
Ohh Ohh,
C’mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Throw your hands in the air,
Ohh Ohh,
C’mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Wave ‘em like you don’t care,
Ohh Ohh,
C’mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Everbody say ho,
Ohh Ohh,
C’mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Everybody here we go.
Ohh Ohh,
C’mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Throw your hands in the air,
Ohh Ohh,
C’mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Wave ‘em like you don’t care,
Ohh Ohh

Brendan Benson – “What I’m looking for”

Well I don’t know what I’m looking for
But I know that I just wanna look some more
And I won’t be satisfied
‘Till there’s nothing left that I haven’t tried
For some people it’s an easy choice
But for me there’s a devil and an angel’s voice
Well I don’t know what I am looking for
But I know that I just wanna look some more

Well I don’t know what I’m living for
But I know that I just wanna live some more
And you hear it from strangers
And you hear it from friends
That love never dies, love never ends
Now I don’t wanna argue, no I don’t wanna fight
‘Cause you’re always wrong and I’m always right
Well I don’t know what I am living for
But I know that I just wanna live some more

I used to be involved, and I felt like a king
Now I’ve lost it all and I don’t feel a thing
I may never grow old, I may never give in
And I’ll blame this world that I live in
I visit hell on a daily basis
I see the sadness in all your faces
I’ve got friends who have married
And their lives seem complete
Here I am still stumbling down a darkened street

And I act like a child and I’m insecure
And I’m filled with doubt and I’m immature
Sometimes it creeps up on me and before I know it
I’m lost at sea
But no matter how far I row
I always find my way back home
But I don’t know what I’ve been waiting for
But I know that I don’t wanna wait anymore

Looking for…
What I’m looking for…
Looking for…
What I’m looking for…
Looking for…
What I’m looking for…
Looking for…
What I’m looking for…
Looking for…
What I’m looking for…

from “Men in Trees” ou em Portugal: “Amor no Alasca”