quinta-feira, junho 09, 2005

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing
Now I was sitting waiting wishing
That you believed in superstitions
Then maybe you'd see the signs
But Lord knows that this world is cruel
And I ain't the Lord, no I'm just a fool
And in loving somebody don't make them love you
Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing the fool?
I sing ya songs I dance a dance
I gave ya friends all a chance
Putting up with them wasn't worth never having you
And maybe you been through this before
But its my first time
So please ignore
The next few lines cause they're directed at you
I cant always be waiting waiting on you
I cant always be playing playing your fool
I keep playing your cards
But its not my scene
Wont this plot not twist?
I have no place to read?
Keep building me up, then shooting me down
Well im already down
Just wait a minute
Just sitting waiting
Just wait a minute
Just sitting waiting
Well if I was in your position
Id put down all my ammunition
I'd wondered why'd it taken me so long
But Lord knows that I'm not you
And If I was I wouldn't be so cruel
Cause waiting on love ain't so easy to do
Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing the fool?
No I cant always be waiting waiting on you
I cant always be playing playing your fool, foool
-Jack Johnson -

5 comments:

At 9 de junho de 2005 às 12:51, Anonymous Anónimo said...

(Feel Good....)

City's breaking down on a camel’s back.
They just have to go 'cos they dont hold back
So all you fill the streets it’s appealing to see
You wont get out the county, 'cos you're bad and free
You've got a new horizon It's ephemeral style.
A melancholy town where we never smile.
And all I wanna hear is the message beep.
My dreams, they've got to kiss, because I dont get sleep, no..

Windmill, Windmill for the land.
Learn forever hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride
It is sticking, falling down
Love forever love is free
Let’s turn forever you and me
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?

Laughing gas these hazmats, fast cats,
Lining them up like ass cracks,
Ladies, homies, at the track
its my chocolate attack.
Shit, I'm stepping in the heart of this here
Care bear bumping in the heart of this here
watch me as I gravitate
hahahahahahaa.
Yo, we gonna go ghost town,
this motown,
with yo sound
you're in the place
you gonna bite the dust
Cant fight with us
With yo sound
you kill the INC.
so dont stop, get it, get it
until you're cheddar header.
Yo, watch the way I navigate
ahahahahahhaa.
(Feel Good….)

Windmill, Windmill for the land.
Learn forever hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride
It is sticking, falling down
Love forever love is free
Let’s turn forever you and me
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?

Dont stop, get it, get it
we are your captains in it
steady,
watch me navigate,
ahahahahahhaa.
Dont stop, get it, get it
we are your captains
in it
steady,
watch me navigate
ahahahahahhaa.
(Feel Good....)

PARA TI BABY!
UM BOM DIA TODOS OS DIAS!!!!!!!

 
At 9 de junho de 2005 às 14:15, Blogger Lolita said...

ohhh! Babyzito! Os Bons dias gosto deles pessoalmente...."Yo, watch the way I navigate"!
Slurp!

 
At 9 de junho de 2005 às 15:30, Anonymous Anónimo said...

Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain,
there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived.
Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world.
Obscured, as it was, by great clouds.
Here they played out their peaceful lives,
innocent of the litany of excessive violence that was growing in the world below.
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough.
Then one day, Strangefolk arrived in the town.
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them.
They only saw shadows. you see, without the trick to the eyes
the happy folk were blind...

Falling out of airplanes and hiding out in holes.
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home.
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head.
Now everybody dancing, the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead. the dance of the dead...

In time, the Strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain,
and it was there that they found the caves of Unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty.
By chance, they stumbled upon The Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest.
The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things,
and soon they began to mine the mountain,
it's rich seam fuelling the chaos of their own world.

Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly.
Their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls.
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain.
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?

And as the strange folk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain,
holes began to appear,
bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the Monkey.
For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful,
for they knew that soon the monkey would stir from it's deep sleep.
Then there came a sound, distant first, that grew into castrophany so immense,
that it could be heard far away in space.
There were no screams, there was no time.
The mountain called monkey had spoken.
There was only fire, and then,
nothing...

Oh little town in USA, the time has come to see
there's nothing you believe you want
but where were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me out?

 
At 9 de junho de 2005 às 15:43, Anonymous Anónimo said...

gosto da música do jackito, ah pois gosto!

 
At 9 de junho de 2005 às 16:42, Anonymous Anónimo said...

jackito??????
quem é esse cromo????

 

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