White line
Black line
Dead fly
Naked guy
Naked lunch
Violins
Violence (Bis)
White line
Black line
segunda-feira, 13 de abril de 2009
domingo, 5 de abril de 2009
Naif song
le louvre - prove it!
a dog de andaluz - rêve of light.
malmequer is a fear
bem-me-quer wants a beer
i'm a naif song
you are a naifa de alfaiate.
I don't care about iates.
let's play ping-pong?
a dog de andaluz - rêve of light.
malmequer is a fear
bem-me-quer wants a beer
i'm a naif song
you are a naifa de alfaiate.
I don't care about iates.
let's play ping-pong?
sexta-feira, 3 de abril de 2009
Political Fashion
Political is fashion
Political is fucking the standards
Batôn rouge e salto-alto.
I just love a gorgeous politic woman
A vintage fashion politics
Lets all be afraid of the women in power
Let’s love the Miss President, and all its corrosive politics…
I don’t want to love a hot-hot chic
I don’t want to dance with a hot-hot chic
I don’t want to fuck a hot-hot chic
I don’t like hot-hot chicks. (Bis)
Political is fucking the standards
Batôn rouge e salto-alto.
I just love a gorgeous politic woman
A vintage fashion politics
Lets all be afraid of the women in power
Let’s love the Miss President, and all its corrosive politics…
I don’t want to love a hot-hot chic
I don’t want to dance with a hot-hot chic
I don’t want to fuck a hot-hot chic
I don’t like hot-hot chicks. (Bis)
The Marvellous World Of... Stuff
the pills the Kills your bag a pig your lips my pillow your socks a movie PJ a dollar your note-book my cardigan your stuff my stuff your stuff my stuff our stuff just stuff
Jonhy’s
Jonh Cage
Cash
Cale
Bale
Dale
We put them all in a cage
As we want them to create to us
Forcing an ego’s clash
Every, every seconds
A viola dark
The silence
A caveman’s voice
Agonizing
(Together)
We want a velvet television
In front of us
An art-cage in post-post-post-modern age
An orgy of languages
A ring of fire
“Venus in furs”
Who’s who?
How many Jonhy’s?
Cage
Cash
Cale
Bale
Dale
By: Carvalho e Conceição.
Cash
Cale
Bale
Dale
We put them all in a cage
As we want them to create to us
Forcing an ego’s clash
Every, every seconds
A viola dark
The silence
A caveman’s voice
Agonizing
(Together)
We want a velvet television
In front of us
An art-cage in post-post-post-modern age
An orgy of languages
A ring of fire
“Venus in furs”
Who’s who?
How many Jonhy’s?
Cage
Cash
Cale
Bale
Dale
By: Carvalho e Conceição.
quinta-feira, 2 de abril de 2009
spoken word's way
I'm on the road
killin' my time
the feeling is like..
Burning a finger.
Or a mouth.
Or a throat.
You know
You're a poet
But you don't know it
Your silent gun is not that fun.
killin' my time
the feeling is like..
Burning a finger.
Or a mouth.
Or a throat.
You know
You're a poet
But you don't know it
Your silent gun is not that fun.
Non Sense Pop (50 seconds song)
I say that's POP!
you say that's NOT
I said that's YOU
you say «U'R FOU»
You make non sense
THAT'S A DEFENSE
THAT'S A DEFENSE
you never KICK
I'm not a brick
you dance a SLOW
you ARE so low
THAT'S A DEFENSE
THAT'S A DEFENSE
you make non sense
this shit is shit
I told ya IT
don't cut yourself
that's just a bit
THAT JUST A BIT
byte, bit, byte, bit.
BITE, HIT, BITE, HIT
shit
that's IT.
that's a PASTICHE
that's a PASTICHE.
ICH.
ICH.
BIN
KITSCH.
you say that's NOT
I said that's YOU
you say «U'R FOU»
You make non sense
THAT'S A DEFENSE
THAT'S A DEFENSE
you never KICK
I'm not a brick
you dance a SLOW
you ARE so low
THAT'S A DEFENSE
THAT'S A DEFENSE
you make non sense
this shit is shit
I told ya IT
don't cut yourself
that's just a bit
THAT JUST A BIT
byte, bit, byte, bit.
BITE, HIT, BITE, HIT
shit
that's IT.
that's a PASTICHE
that's a PASTICHE.
ICH.
ICH.
BIN
KITSCH.
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