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Povu Du Ku PiluduFalta Doque Fazer
Stolichnaya's Priest
(novo endereço)
Wer ist der mann ?
Lenda Urbana
Fada dos Dentes S/A
`cuz all has been lost
and all has been won...
Cyber Domain
Fuck the Fashion
garota solteira e
modesta (em latim)
Newborn_
New Year, New Life ?
Mango Chutney
Adam Duritz
(Counting Crows)
Gadgeteer
Meu flóg
Mande sua mensagem
para o fundo do jarro !
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segunda-feira, junho 27, 2005
saído diretamente do jarro
19:21 HPJ (horário padrão do jarro):
quarta-feira, junho 22, 2005
saído diretamente do jarro
23:32 HPJ (horário padrão do jarro):
(Gnutella) - (eDonkey)
So long and thanks for all the fish
So sad that it should come to this
We tried to warn you all but oh dear
You may not share our intellect
Which might explain your disrespect
For all the natural wonders that grow around you.
So long, so long, and thanks for all the fish
The world?s about to be destroyed
Theres no point getting all annoyed.
Lie back and let the planet dissolve around you
Despite those nets of tuna fleets
We thought that most of you were sweet
Especially tiny tots and your pregnant women.
So long, so long, so long, so long, so long,
So long, so long, so long, so long, so long,
So long, so long, and thanks for all the fish
If I had just one last wish
I would like a tasty fish
If we could just change one thing
We would all have learnt to sing
Come one and all
Man and mammal
Side by side in life?s great gene pool
So long, so long, so long, so long, so long,
So long, so long, so long, so long, so long,
So long, so long, and thanks for all the fish Escrito pelo Unknown
terça-feira, junho 21, 2005
saído diretamente do jarro
01:07 HPJ (horário padrão do jarro):
(Gnutella) - (eDonkey)
I'm the father. Papa, dada.
Did you hear me ?I know you didn't hear me. That's the story of my life.
Nobody ever knows I'm around. Nobody. Not even my parents noticed me.
One day I went to school and when I came home... they'd moved.
If someone stood up in a crowd
And raised his voice up way out loud
And waved his arm
And shook his leg
You'd notice him
If someone in the movie show
Yelled "fire in the second row,
This whole place is a powder keg"
You'd notice him
And even without clucking like a hen
Everyone gets noticed, now and then,
Unless, of course, that personage should be
Invisible, inconsequential
Me
Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
I tell ya
Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
Suppose you was a little cat
Residing in a person's flat
Who fed you fish
And scratched your ears
You'd notice him
Suppose you was a woman wed
And sleeping in a double bed
Beside one man for seven years
You'd notice him
A human being's made of more than air
With all that bulk, you're bound to see him there
Unless that human being next to you
Is unimpressive, undistinguished
You know who
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
I tell ya
Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
Never even know I'm there
Hope I didn't take up too much of your time Escrito pelo Unknown
terça-feira, junho 07, 2005
saído diretamente do jarro
22:51 HPJ (horário padrão do jarro):
(eDonkey) - (Gnutella)
I am driving up 85 in the
Kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
I'm just stuck inside the gloom
Four more exits to my apartment but
I am tempted to keep the car in drive
And leave it all behind
Cause I wonder sometimes
About the outcome
Of a still verdictless life
Am I living it right
Am I living it right
Am I living it right
Why, why Georgia, why
I rent a room and I fill the spaces with
Wood in places to make it feel like home
But all I feel's alone
It might be a quarter-life crisis
Or just the stirring in my soul
Either way
I wonder sometimes
About the outcome
Of a still verdictless life
Am I living it right
Am I living it right
Am I living it right
Why, why Georgia, why
So what ? So I've got a smile on
It's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head
Don't believe me
Don't believe me
When I say I've got it down
Everybody is just a stranger
But that's the danger in going my own way
I guess it's a price I have to pay
Still 'everything happens for a reason'
Is no reason not to ask myself
If I am living it right
Am I living it right
Am I living it right
Why, why Georgia, why Escrito pelo Unknown
