<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133761999174366565</id><updated>2011-06-07T22:08:55.799-07:00</updated><category term='Jennifer Lopez'/><category term='Sam-the-Kid'/><category term='Mika'/><category term='Bob Sinclair'/><category term='Red Hot Chili Pappers'/><category term='Expensive Soul'/><category term='Pedro Abrunhosa'/><title type='text'>Cool Musik</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>criativo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133761999174366565.post-1044144456187015029</id><published>2007-11-25T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T08:21:47.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Weasel - Mundos Mudos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wEsyruuCNm4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wEsyruuCNm4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ligo directo para a caixa de correio só para ouvir a&lt;br /&gt;tua&lt;br /&gt;voz,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que é cena fora mas todo o dia chega a hora&lt;br /&gt;em que&lt;br /&gt;o lado esquerdo chora quando se lembra de nós&lt;br /&gt;A vida corre tranquila, cada vez menos reguila&lt;br /&gt;meto guita de parte e a cabeça não vacila tanto&lt;br /&gt;Para minha alegria e meu espanto&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que o passado fique por onde deve estar:&lt;br /&gt;No pretérito imperfeito, já que não é mais-que-&lt;br /&gt;perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;Este é um presente que eu aceito&lt;br /&gt;Para atingir a tranquilidade&lt;br /&gt;Que supostamente se atinge com a nossa idade&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que a saudade do que passou&lt;br /&gt;Não é mais que muita...&lt;br /&gt;Mas por muita força que faça ela passa por saber que&lt;br /&gt;te vivi...&lt;br /&gt;Tu deste tudo e eu joguei, arrisquei e perdi&lt;br /&gt;Agora,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda de número, eu mudei o meu,&lt;br /&gt;Muda de número, eu mudei o meu,&lt;br /&gt;Muda de número, eu mudei o meu,&lt;br /&gt;Muda de Mundo que eu mudei o meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que eu ligo tento deixar mensagem&lt;br /&gt;mas acabo por nunca arranjar a coragem&lt;br /&gt;Necessária&lt;br /&gt;Gostava apenas de partilhar contigo o quotidiano&lt;br /&gt;habitual&lt;br /&gt;Nada que se compare com as correrias&lt;br /&gt;doutras alturas e doutros abismos&lt;br /&gt;E já que falo por eufemismos&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de dizer que ainda gosto bastante de ti...&lt;br /&gt;A casa tá diferente, parece digna de gente&lt;br /&gt;Dá gosto sentar no sofá com a tv pela frente&lt;br /&gt;Comprei uma máquina de café&lt;br /&gt;Xpto, bem bonita, azul bebé&lt;br /&gt;Ocasionalmente cozinho e bebo o meu vinho&lt;br /&gt;E esqueço o fumo que nos dava aquele quentinho&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia é mais à base do ar condicionado&lt;br /&gt;Condicionei a tentação num clima controlado&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas que tou bem, sei que tu mais ou&lt;br /&gt;menos&lt;br /&gt;Sempre gostaste de brincar em perigosos terrenos&lt;br /&gt;Em relação a isso eu não sei o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;E se calhar é por isso mesmo que acabo por não dizer&lt;br /&gt;que&lt;br /&gt;a verdade é que a saudade do que passou&lt;br /&gt;Não é mais que muita...&lt;br /&gt;Mas por muita força que faça ela passa por saber que&lt;br /&gt;te vivi...&lt;br /&gt;Tu deste tudo e eu joguei, arrisquei e perdi&lt;br /&gt;Agora,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda de número, eu mudei o meu,&lt;br /&gt;Muda de número, eu mudei o meu,&lt;br /&gt;Muda de número, eu mudei o meu,&lt;br /&gt;Muda de Mundo que eu mudei o meu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133761999174366565-1044144456187015029?l=musikr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/feeds/1044144456187015029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133761999174366565&amp;postID=1044144456187015029' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default/1044144456187015029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default/1044144456187015029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/2007/11/da-weasel-mundos-mudos.html' title='Da Weasel - Mundos Mudos'/><author><name>criativo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133761999174366565.post-1923395098868718862</id><published>2007-08-17T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T00:42:07.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Hot Chili Pappers'/><title type='text'>Red Hot Chili Pappers - Snow (Hey Oh)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VLOQY4LZSaQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VLOQY4LZSaQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Come to decide that the things that I tried were in my life just to get high on.&lt;br /&gt;When I sit alone, come get a little known&lt;br /&gt;But I need more than myself this time.&lt;br /&gt;Step from the road to the sea to the sky, and I do believe that we rely on&lt;br /&gt;When I lay it on, come get to play it on&lt;br /&gt;All my life to sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey oh... listen what I say oh&lt;br /&gt;I got your hey oh, now listen what I say oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I know that I really can't go&lt;br /&gt;To the well once more - time to decide on.&lt;br /&gt;Well it's kiliing me, when will I really see, all that I need to look inside.&lt;br /&gt;Come to belive that I better not leave before I get my chance to ride,&lt;br /&gt;Well it's killing me, what do I really need - all that I need to look inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey oh... listen what I say oh&lt;br /&gt;Come back and hey oh, look at what I say oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I see the less I know&lt;br /&gt;The more I like to let it go - hey oh, woah...&lt;br /&gt;People need the cover of another perfect wonder where it's so white as snow,&lt;br /&gt;Finally divided by a word so undecided and there's nowhere to go;&lt;br /&gt;Inbetween the cover of another perfect wonder and it's so white as snow,&lt;br /&gt;Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed and there's nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho!&lt;br /&gt;Went to descend to ammend for a friend of the channels that had broken down.&lt;br /&gt;Now you bring it up, I'm gonna ring it up - just to hear you sing it out.&lt;br /&gt;Step from the road to the sea to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;And I do belive what we rely on,&lt;br /&gt;When I lay it on, come get to play it on&lt;br /&gt;All my life to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey oh... Listen what I say oh&lt;br /&gt;I got your hey oh... listen what I say oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I see, the less I know&lt;br /&gt;The more I like to let it go - hey oh woah...&lt;br /&gt;People need the cover of another perfect wonder where it's so white as snow.&lt;br /&gt;Finally divided by a word so undecided and there's nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;Inbetween the cover of another perfect wonder where it's so white as snow&lt;br /&gt;Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed and there's nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;I said hey hey yeah oh yeah, tell my love now.&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey yeah oh yeah, tell my love now.&lt;br /&gt;People need the cover of another perfect wonder where it's so white as snow,&lt;br /&gt;Finaly divided by a word so undecided and there's nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need the cover of another perfect wonder where it's so white as snow...&lt;br /&gt;Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed and there's nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said hey oh yeah oh yeah... tell my love now&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah yeah... oh yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133761999174366565-1923395098868718862?l=musikr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/feeds/1923395098868718862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133761999174366565&amp;postID=1923395098868718862' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default/1923395098868718862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default/1923395098868718862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/2007/08/red-hot-chili-papers-snow-hey-oh.html' title='Red Hot Chili Pappers - Snow (Hey Oh)'/><author><name>criativo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133761999174366565.post-839899436289261633</id><published>2007-08-15T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T08:33:43.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expensive Soul'/><title type='text'>Expensive Soul - 13 Mulheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/APc_CnlluGc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/APc_CnlluGc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu quiseres um motivo eu dou-te dois &lt;br /&gt;Seres bela é um facto, &lt;br /&gt;Talvez não seja exacto e depois? &lt;br /&gt;Olho para ti vejo que não mudou &lt;br /&gt;E só esta noite depois disso acabou &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes bem o que importa é a nota &lt;br /&gt;Sem ela não tens resposta para mim &lt;br /&gt;Sabes bem, tudo gira a tua volta &lt;br /&gt;E eu não quero cenas assim &lt;br /&gt;Que é que tem? &lt;br /&gt;O mundo não é pequeno &lt;br /&gt;E na volta ainda voltas para ver &lt;br /&gt;Mas tass bem, hoje dormes tu com a fama &lt;br /&gt;Porque amanha eu vou renascer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E podia um dia ter sido o que quiseste &lt;br /&gt;Dar o braço a torcer isto não é um teste &lt;br /&gt;Imagina só o que é que eu tenho a perder &lt;br /&gt;Para mim é uma queca para ti é lazer &lt;br /&gt;Senta-te um pouco a ver, se consegues &lt;br /&gt;Não sujes a cama se é que preferes &lt;br /&gt;Com tantas mulheres, o que é que sugeres &lt;br /&gt;Amanha dou-te fuga e tu não percebes &lt;br /&gt;Porque? Nem tudo tem que ser lógico &lt;br /&gt;Eu curto mais analógico &lt;br /&gt;Damas assim sou alérgico &lt;br /&gt;Sem te querer tirar mérito &lt;br /&gt;Acabei de assinar um contrato com a EMI &lt;br /&gt;Viste bem, apareço na TV &lt;br /&gt;Mas isso não quer dizer nada &lt;br /&gt;Quem ama prefere o amor do que a fama &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes bem o que importa é a nota &lt;br /&gt;Sem ela não tens resposta para mim &lt;br /&gt;Sabes bem, tudo gira a tua volta &lt;br /&gt;E eu não quero cenas assim &lt;br /&gt;Que é que tem? &lt;br /&gt;O mundo não é pequeno &lt;br /&gt;E na volta ainda voltas para ver &lt;br /&gt;Mas tass bem, hoje dormes tu com a fama &lt;br /&gt;Porque amanha eu vou renascer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu queres eu dou-te &lt;br /&gt;Mais um minuto para tu perceberes &lt;br /&gt;Não há desculpa sem ter culpa &lt;br /&gt;A minha agenda é curta para viver &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se quiseres saber ate estou em alta &lt;br /&gt;Porque luxúria a mim não me faz falta &lt;br /&gt;Tudo que vai vem &lt;br /&gt;Tudo que cai sem &lt;br /&gt;E tu não voltas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes bem o que importa é a nota &lt;br /&gt;Sem ela não tens resposta para mim &lt;br /&gt;Sabes bem, tudo gira a tua volta &lt;br /&gt;E eu não quero cenas assim &lt;br /&gt;Que é que tem? &lt;br /&gt;O mundo não é pequeno &lt;br /&gt;E na volta ainda voltas para ver &lt;br /&gt;Mas tass bem, hoje dormes tu com a fama &lt;br /&gt;Porque amanha eu vou renascer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133761999174366565-839899436289261633?l=musikr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/feeds/839899436289261633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133761999174366565&amp;postID=839899436289261633' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default/839899436289261633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default/839899436289261633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/2007/08/expensive-soul-13-mulheres.html' title='Expensive Soul - 13 Mulheres'/><author><name>criativo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133761999174366565.post-5967776635854948026</id><published>2007-08-12T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T06:42:37.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Sinclair'/><title type='text'>Bob Sinclar - Rock This Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Re1XEmjNG6c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Re1XEmjNG6c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul clap (11x)&lt;br /&gt;Get up, get up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah woah&lt;br /&gt;Me wanna see everybody on move&lt;br /&gt;Dance all&lt;br /&gt;Dollarman coming at ya&lt;br /&gt;We just wanna big up Cutee B&lt;br /&gt;Bob Sinclar&lt;br /&gt;It's like dancing, listen it&lt;br /&gt;It's the way just bounce&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Everybody dance now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go&lt;br /&gt;whoo!&lt;br /&gt;Let's go&lt;br /&gt;Make it hot&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Let's go&lt;br /&gt;Rock, rock, say what, rock&lt;br /&gt;Let's go&lt;br /&gt;Everybody dance now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1:&lt;br /&gt;Rock this party&lt;br /&gt;Dance everybody&lt;br /&gt;Make it hot in this party&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop, move your body&lt;br /&gt;Rock this party&lt;br /&gt;Dance everybody&lt;br /&gt;Make it hot in this party&lt;br /&gt;Everybody dance now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;You comfy have a good time&lt;br /&gt;Why shake your behind&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a dancing mood&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll know I'm feeling good&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite tune&lt;br /&gt;Put on your dancing shoes&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you feel so good tonight&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll we gonna make you feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2:&lt;br /&gt;I came to rock at this party&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can make you feel alright&lt;br /&gt;Sweet boy, you're rocking your body&lt;br /&gt;I'll get you straight to the night&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, you want this party&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, you want it now&lt;br /&gt;Sweet boy, you're rocking your body&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm gonna make you mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du&lt;br /&gt;Let's go&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du&lt;br /&gt;Whoo&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du&lt;br /&gt;Let's go&lt;br /&gt;Dance!&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody move (move)&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody shake (shake)&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody&lt;br /&gt;Everybody dance now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stand a chance&lt;br /&gt;Gotta look better than then&lt;br /&gt;And dress nicer than then&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight ya'll, hold me tight (what)&lt;br /&gt;Hold me waist ya'll, hold me waist ya'll (what)&lt;br /&gt;(oh)&lt;br /&gt;Wipe me off!&lt;br /&gt;(let's go) Just dry me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du&lt;br /&gt;Let's go&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du&lt;br /&gt;Whoo&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du&lt;br /&gt;Let's go&lt;br /&gt;Dance!&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody move (move)&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody shake (shake)&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody&lt;br /&gt;Everybody dance now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell em so, you are the best&lt;br /&gt;You look better then&lt;br /&gt;You look better&lt;br /&gt;You just better then&lt;br /&gt;You just better&lt;br /&gt;Shake you body&lt;br /&gt;Shake you body&lt;br /&gt;Show them your move&lt;br /&gt;Show them your move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133761999174366565-5967776635854948026?l=musikr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/feeds/5967776635854948026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133761999174366565&amp;postID=5967776635854948026' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default/5967776635854948026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default/5967776635854948026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/2007/08/bob-sinclar-rock-this-party.html' title='Bob Sinclar - Rock This Party'/><author><name>criativo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133761999174366565.post-7225668193387344496</id><published>2007-08-12T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T04:23:46.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam-the-Kid'/><title type='text'>Sam-the-Kid - Poetas de Karaoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8oARv8wJ_0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8oARv8wJ_0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapper's hoje em dia são como a pornografia&lt;br /&gt;Nem todos dão tusa porque há uma oferta em demasia&lt;br /&gt;Ofensa à filosofia da nossa imensa minoria&lt;br /&gt;Não curto plagia, fotocopia pirataria&lt;br /&gt;E unir à varial quem tira a magia original&lt;br /&gt;Yoo reflecte e repete comigo eu agi mal&lt;br /&gt;Só tu sabes o que usaste e quando o bolso tiver gasto&lt;br /&gt;Do topo vais cair e não és bem-vindo como um&lt;br /&gt;Padrasto&lt;br /&gt;É aí que me afasto logo pra baixo com pára-quedas&lt;br /&gt;Não te curto como apanhador nao curto moedas&lt;br /&gt;Boy ouve:&lt;br /&gt;Eu não preciso de regressos com sucessos&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço poesia a maioria faz versos&lt;br /&gt;Esquece os outros mete os pontos nos "i's",&lt;br /&gt;Mete os contos no lixo&lt;br /&gt;Ou sons postos no disco, Ouviste?!&lt;br /&gt;Consistência integridade longevidade na essência&lt;br /&gt;Tens de ter paciência&lt;br /&gt;EU, pus-me na bixa, preenchi a ficha, ganhei uma&lt;br /&gt;T-Shirt&lt;br /&gt;Quando ouvi chamar a ficha...kando vi chamar de&lt;br /&gt;artista&lt;br /&gt;À 1ª vista era fixe ter a profissão&lt;br /&gt;Sou vocalista de outra lista dos que pensam que são&lt;br /&gt;É relativo todo o título e toda a afirmação&lt;br /&gt;Sou criativo e digo-o com toda a estimação&lt;br /&gt;Digressão é importante mas a tua e ficção&lt;br /&gt;Como dj's que eu vejo nos pratos mandam "mixão"&lt;br /&gt;Sem convicção,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me à frente de gente que tem como influencia&lt;br /&gt;uma&lt;br /&gt;Só referência, uma só canção...&lt;br /&gt;São imitação da escrita que limita a direcção&lt;br /&gt;Solicitação evitam, necessitam correcção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que cantam o hip-hop, mas não dizem nada, vêm&lt;br /&gt;com&lt;br /&gt;Poesia mas é só fachada&lt;br /&gt;O português não tá cansado eles vêm com o inglês,&lt;br /&gt;Eu pratico praticando a nossa língua outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Seja hip-hop, seja rock são poetas de karaoke&lt;br /&gt;Dá um stop se não faz block pros poetas de karaoke,&lt;br /&gt;No teu block no teu stock&lt;br /&gt;é poetas de karaoke, poetas de karaoke, são poetas de&lt;br /&gt;karaoke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Põe a gramática em prática,&lt;br /&gt;Didáctica-o-Dramatica mentes entanto técnicas&lt;br /&gt;Poéticas com estéticas&lt;br /&gt;Fonéticas sempre atento ao surpreendente&lt;br /&gt;Com métricas à frente, pra mentes excêntricas&lt;br /&gt;exigentes&lt;br /&gt;Isto é pa todos, não e só pa Mc's&lt;br /&gt;Isto é pa tugas que nunca escrevem na língua raiz&lt;br /&gt;Querem ser internacionais mas tão-se a cagar pra isto&lt;br /&gt;E nunca são originais são Nova york ou Paris&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fui D. Diniz vocês são de onde der mais jeito&lt;br /&gt;Onde houver mais fama e proveito&lt;br /&gt;E se houver mais grana é aceite&lt;br /&gt;E se houver uma dama com bom peito pensam que isso dá&lt;br /&gt;respeito...&lt;br /&gt;Confere e confirma a afirmação?vocês nao acordam&lt;br /&gt;Que eu condeno a vossa causa falsa que vocês abordam&lt;br /&gt;Contractos são assinados com condições que não&lt;br /&gt;Concordam&lt;br /&gt;E as gravatas ficam gratas&lt;br /&gt;Pelos escravos que as engordam&lt;br /&gt;Nao há credibilidade na performance&lt;br /&gt;O microfone não tá ligado isso pra mim é no sence&lt;br /&gt;Não percebo o vosso ponto no meu som, eu ponho censo&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu escrevo como falo, como sonho, e como&lt;br /&gt;penso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que cantam o hip-hop, mas não dizem nada, vêm&lt;br /&gt;com&lt;br /&gt;Poesia mas é só fachada&lt;br /&gt;O português não tá cansado eles vêm com o inglês,&lt;br /&gt;Eu pratico praticando a nossa língua outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Seja hip-hop, seja rock são poetas de karaoke&lt;br /&gt;Dá um stop se não faz block pros poetas de karaoke,&lt;br /&gt;No teu block no teu stock&lt;br /&gt;É poetas de karaoke, poetas de karaoke, são poetas de&lt;br /&gt;karaoke... (2X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois palermas: Yehhhhh ouviste aquele som? Ridículo&lt;br /&gt;pah....que nojo pah, que...eu passo-me com aqueles&lt;br /&gt;gajos&lt;br /&gt;Eh pah...estes gajos "Sam the kid, Sam the kid"...é&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a mema coisa..e depois vêm com aquelas letras&lt;br /&gt;"Tec te tec te? eh pah...nao percebo nada&lt;br /&gt;pah...Nunca gostei de rap pah...de certeza que não&lt;br /&gt;Foram&lt;br /&gt;À escola...pois nao, nao sabem escalas...nao sabem&lt;br /&gt;escalas...nao sabem nada e depois vêm com...é a&lt;br /&gt;musica&lt;br /&gt;É you know, you think...you are?!?&lt;br /&gt;E só o nome dele é contraditório...pois...SAM THE&lt;br /&gt;KID....o que e aquilo pah...aquilo é inglês, é&lt;br /&gt;americano&lt;br /&gt;E kem é ele para me criticar...não é ninguém&lt;br /&gt;pah....ohh&lt;br /&gt;pahh...devias era ouvir musica pah... devias era&lt;br /&gt;ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Musica&lt;br /&gt;Eles nem escrever sabem pah...o "a e i o u" não? Eles&lt;br /&gt;Nem tem a 4ª classe...é o que faço-te que te&lt;br /&gt;aconteço-te...&lt;br /&gt;Que eles não percebem nada disso...eles nao sabem&lt;br /&gt;escrever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam the kid: Ohhh pessoal...pessoal, é assim, vocês&lt;br /&gt;tão aí&lt;br /&gt;a falar a toa mas eu digo-vos já, olha..o meu&lt;br /&gt;português...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é correcto e sou mais poeta que vocês,&lt;br /&gt;Todos voz do rock pop hip-hop é escrito em inglês,&lt;br /&gt;Com a desculpa que foi a musica que ouviram ao&lt;br /&gt;crescer&lt;br /&gt;Nunca precisei de ouvir hip hop tuga pró fazer&lt;br /&gt;Isso é o que dá mais prazer o meu idioma exploração&lt;br /&gt;Vocês tentam outra língua pra tentar exportação&lt;br /&gt;Querem ser os "moonspell" querem novos horizontes&lt;br /&gt;Mas aqui o Samuel é madre Deus é Dulce Pontes&lt;br /&gt;Porque há uma identidade vocês são todos idênticos&lt;br /&gt;SÃO autênticos mendigos vendidos por cêntimos&lt;br /&gt;NÃO compreendem o meu sentimento e mentem&lt;br /&gt;Tentem jornalismo ou não comentem&lt;br /&gt;Vocês fazem turismo de emoções que os outros sentem&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço culturismo de expressões que todos sentem&lt;br /&gt;Porque será que nunca param, param com novo&lt;br /&gt;reportório&lt;br /&gt;O vosso não é actual é revista num consultório&lt;br /&gt;E é notório que a história nao quer a vossa presença&lt;br /&gt;No relatório da apólice a rejeição foi essa intenção&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, no que é que eu vi do típico inox duro&lt;br /&gt;Mais que fotocopias obvias que eu chamo de xerox puro&lt;br /&gt;Vais ver com'é sais a pontapé,&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sou tipo hoofer?s tu cais tipo sudré&lt;br /&gt;És um café sem SportTV, com o spot vazio&lt;br /&gt;Não se pode evoluir ao ignorar o desafio&lt;br /&gt;È SO PREGUIÇA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133761999174366565-7225668193387344496?l=musikr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/feeds/7225668193387344496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133761999174366565&amp;postID=7225668193387344496' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default/7225668193387344496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default/7225668193387344496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/2007/08/sam-kid-poetas-de-karaoke.html' title='Sam-the-Kid - Poetas de Karaoke'/><author><name>criativo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133761999174366565.post-1376259114885974863</id><published>2007-08-12T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T01:38:45.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer Lopez'/><title type='text'>Jennifer Lopez ft Nas - I'm gonna be alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JbzaHh9JNhA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JbzaHh9JNhA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nas]&lt;br /&gt;Uh, this for you girl&lt;br /&gt;Yo, I took you from the projects, put the best clothes in ya closet&lt;br /&gt;Like Ginger from "Casino" and now you a pro&lt;br /&gt;We was like Joe DiMaggio and Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;All ya jealous girlfriends hatin' waitin'&lt;br /&gt;So I put the cards in yo hand&lt;br /&gt;All I know is Nas was yo man&lt;br /&gt;It was so real, boats and sixes&lt;br /&gt;Special Japanese chefs makin' home cooked dishes&lt;br /&gt;Plenty trips, invisible sets&lt;br /&gt;You know what you missin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jennifer Lopez]&lt;br /&gt;It's funny coz for a while&lt;br /&gt;I Walked around with a smile&lt;br /&gt;But... deep inside, I could hear&lt;br /&gt;Voices telling me "This ain't right"&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, it's not for you&lt;br /&gt;I always knew what I had to do&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard to get away&lt;br /&gt;Cause I love you I just got to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to say I couldn't do it but I did it (Yes I did)&lt;br /&gt;After telling everybody that I wasn't with it (Oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Though it brings tears to my eyes I can feel it&lt;br /&gt;And I know inside that I'm gonna be alright (Gonna be alright)&lt;br /&gt;I said I couldn't do it but I did it (Yes I did)&lt;br /&gt;After telling everybody that I wasn't with it (Oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Though it brings tears to my eyes I can feel it&lt;br /&gt;And that voice inside says I'm gonna be alright (Gonna be alright)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jennifer Lopez]&lt;br /&gt;Friends of mine say to me&lt;br /&gt;Say you got control over me&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone, I played my part&lt;br /&gt;I saw the way you were from the start&lt;br /&gt;Could I expect so much from you&lt;br /&gt;You had a girl when I first met you&lt;br /&gt;Did the best that you could do&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize I can't change you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to say I couldn't do it but I did it (Yes I did)&lt;br /&gt;After telling everybody that I wasn't with it (Oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Though it brings tears to my eyes I can feel it&lt;br /&gt;And I know inside that I'm gonna be alright (Gonna be alright)&lt;br /&gt;I said I didn't do it but I did it (Yes I did)&lt;br /&gt;After telling everybody that I wasn't with it (Oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Though it brings tears to my eyes I can feel it&lt;br /&gt;And that voice inside says I'm gonna be alright (Gonna be alright)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jennifer Lopez]&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't walk away&lt;br /&gt;Some days I want to stay (Days I want to stay)&lt;br /&gt;But leaving you is what I need to do (Need to do)&lt;br /&gt;To be OK (I need to be OK)&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it would be true (Would be true)&lt;br /&gt;Me living without you (Living without you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nas]&lt;br /&gt;Huh, this life is crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jennifer Lopez]&lt;br /&gt;So now it's time for me to make that move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nas]&lt;br /&gt;Huh check it&lt;br /&gt;Yo nobody understands me, I'm dealin' with pressure&lt;br /&gt;My peoples is locked in a jail cell with no bail stressin'&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's the life of a kingpin&lt;br /&gt;Rap Stephen King, rock bling&lt;br /&gt;Like neon lights, we gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;But it's like you feelin' lesser&lt;br /&gt;Claim I'm actin' like a retard&lt;br /&gt;Right me and my boys&lt;br /&gt;We start fights, well will I mature&lt;br /&gt;You scream I'm in the streets all night&lt;br /&gt;Or where was I at, ya found light brown hairs on my hat&lt;br /&gt;I'm slow caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to say I couldn't do it but I did it (Yes I did)&lt;br /&gt;After telling everybody that I wasn't with it (Oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Though it brings tears to my eyes I can feel it&lt;br /&gt;And I know inside that I'm gonna be alright (Gonna be alright)&lt;br /&gt;I said I couldn't do it but I did it (Yes I did)&lt;br /&gt;After telling everybody that I wasn't with it (Oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Though it brings tears to my eyes I can feel it&lt;br /&gt;And that voice inside says I'm gonna be alright (Gonna be alright)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133761999174366565-1376259114885974863?l=musikr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/feeds/1376259114885974863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133761999174366565&amp;postID=1376259114885974863' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default/1376259114885974863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default/1376259114885974863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/2007/08/jennifer-lopez-ft-nas-im-gonna-be.html' title='Jennifer Lopez ft Nas - I&apos;m gonna be alright'/><author><name>criativo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133761999174366565.post-2414799738879533201</id><published>2007-08-11T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:56:55.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer Lopez'/><title type='text'>Jennifer Lopez - Get right</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWZX1yNrANs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWZX1yNrANs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're looking just a little too hard at me&lt;br /&gt;Standing just a little too close to me&lt;br /&gt;You're saying not quite enough to me&lt;br /&gt;You're sipping just a little too slow for me&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, you play it real cool homie&lt;br /&gt;Got me thinking what is it you do for me&lt;br /&gt;Trippin', a little more than I should be&lt;br /&gt;So let yourself go and get right with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to sign you up, we can get right&lt;br /&gt;Before the night is up, we can get right&lt;br /&gt;We can get right, we can get right&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to fill your cup so we can get right&lt;br /&gt;Before the night is up, we can get right tonight&lt;br /&gt;We can get right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, in my heart&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lips, talking about I play too much&lt;br /&gt;Can't a woman take advantage of what she wants&lt;br /&gt;My hips moving oh so slow&lt;br /&gt;Bar tab looking like a car note&lt;br /&gt;All I need is you here right by my side&lt;br /&gt;Take whatever you want, baby let's ride&lt;br /&gt;And whatever you won't do, let me decide&lt;br /&gt;Just put your name on the dotted line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to sign you up, we can get right&lt;br /&gt;Before the night is up, we can get right&lt;br /&gt;We can get right, we can get right&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to fill your cup so we can get right&lt;br /&gt;Before the night is up, we can get right tonight&lt;br /&gt;We can get right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much we got to say&lt;br /&gt;But so little time&lt;br /&gt;And if tonight ain't long enough&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave love behind&lt;br /&gt;(Don't leave this love behind)&lt;br /&gt;Baby, take my hand&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to sign you up, we can get right&lt;br /&gt;Before the night is up, we can get right&lt;br /&gt;We can get right, we can get right&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to fill your cup so we can get right&lt;br /&gt;Before the night is up, we can get right tonight&lt;br /&gt;We can get right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to sign you up, we can get right&lt;br /&gt;Before the night is up, we can get right&lt;br /&gt;We can get right, we can get right&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to fill your cup so we can get right&lt;br /&gt;Before the night is up, we can get right tonight&lt;br /&gt;We can get right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to sign you up, we can get right&lt;br /&gt;Before the night is up, we can get right&lt;br /&gt;We can get right, we can get right&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to fill your cup so we can get right&lt;br /&gt;Before the night is up, we can get right tonight&lt;br /&gt;We can get right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133761999174366565-2414799738879533201?l=musikr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/feeds/2414799738879533201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133761999174366565&amp;postID=2414799738879533201' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default/2414799738879533201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default/2414799738879533201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/2007/08/jennifer-lopez-get-right.html' title='Jennifer Lopez - Get right'/><author><name>criativo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133761999174366565.post-6771525967724304078</id><published>2007-08-11T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:32:12.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer Lopez'/><title type='text'>Jennifer Lopez - Qué hiciste</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ay61jKGO208"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ay61jKGO208" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer nos dos soñabamos con un mundo perfecto&lt;br /&gt;Ayer a nuestros labios les sobraban las palabras&lt;br /&gt;Porque en los ojos nos espiabamos el alma&lt;br /&gt;y la verdad no vacilaba en tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer nos no metimos conquistar el mundo entero&lt;br /&gt;Ayer tu me juraste que ese amor seria eterno&lt;br /&gt;Por que una vez equivocarse suficiente&lt;br /&gt;Para aprender lo que es amar sinceramente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Que Hiciste? Hoy destruiste con tu orgullo la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;Hoy empañaste con tu furia mi mirada&lt;br /&gt;Borraste toda nuestra historia con tu rabia&lt;br /&gt;Y confundiste tanto amor que te entregaba&lt;br /&gt;Con un permiso para si romperme el alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Que Hiciste? Nos obligaste a destruir las madrugadas&lt;br /&gt;Y nuestras noches las ahogaron tus palabras&lt;br /&gt;Mis ilusiones acabaron con tus farzas&lt;br /&gt;Se te olvido que era el amor lo que importaba&lt;br /&gt;Y con tus manos derrumbaste nuestra casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mañana que amanezca un dia nuevo en mi universo&lt;br /&gt;Mañana no vere tu nombre escrito entre mis versos&lt;br /&gt;No escuchare palabras de arrepentimiento&lt;br /&gt;Ignorare sin pena tu remordimiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mañana olvidare que ayer yo fui tu fiel amante&lt;br /&gt;Mañana ni siquiera habra razones para odiarte&lt;br /&gt;Yo borrare todos tus sueños en mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;Que el viento arrastre para siempre tus recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Que Hiciste? Hoy destruiste con tu orgullo la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;Hoy empañaste con tu furia mi mirada&lt;br /&gt;Borraste toda nuestra historia con tu rabia&lt;br /&gt;Y confundiste tanto amor que te entregaba&lt;br /&gt;Hoy no permito para ti romperme el alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Que Hiciste? Nos obligaste a destruir las madrugadas&lt;br /&gt;Y nuestras noches las ahogaron tus palabras&lt;br /&gt;Mis ilusiones acabaron con tus farzas&lt;br /&gt;Se te olvido que era el amor lo que importaba&lt;br /&gt;Y con tus manos derrumbaste nuestra casa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133761999174366565-6771525967724304078?l=musikr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/feeds/6771525967724304078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133761999174366565&amp;postID=6771525967724304078' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default/6771525967724304078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default/6771525967724304078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/2007/08/jennifer-lopez-qu-hiciste.html' title='Jennifer Lopez - Qué hiciste'/><author><name>criativo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133761999174366565.post-5801412708261359163</id><published>2007-08-11T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:29:53.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedro Abrunhosa'/><title type='text'>Pedro Abrunhosa - Quem me leva os meus fantasmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqK7Ys155j4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqK7Ys155j4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me leva os meus fantasmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele era o tempo em que as mãos se fechavam&lt;br /&gt;E nas noites brilhantes as palavras voavam&lt;br /&gt;E eu via que o céu me nascia dos dedos&lt;br /&gt;E a Ursa Maior eram ferros acessos&lt;br /&gt;Marinheiros perdidos em portos distantes&lt;br /&gt;Em bares escondidos em sonhos gigantes&lt;br /&gt;E a cidade vazia da cor do asfalto&lt;br /&gt;E alguém me pedia que cantasse mais alto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me leva os meus fantasmas&lt;br /&gt;Quem me salva desta espada&lt;br /&gt;Quem me diz onde é a estrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele era o tempo em que as sombras se abriam&lt;br /&gt;Em que homens negavam o que outros erguiam&lt;br /&gt;Eu bebia da vida em goles pequenos&lt;br /&gt;Tropeçava no riso abraçava venenos&lt;br /&gt;De costas voltadas não se vê o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Nem o rumo da bala nem a falha no muro&lt;br /&gt;E alguém me gritava com voz de profeta&lt;br /&gt;Que o caminho se faz entre o alvo e a seta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(refrão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que serve ter o mapa se o fim está traçado&lt;br /&gt;De que serve até à vista se o barco está parado&lt;br /&gt;De que serve ter a chave se a porta está aberta&lt;br /&gt;De que servem as palavras se a casa está deserta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(refrão)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133761999174366565-5801412708261359163?l=musikr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/feeds/5801412708261359163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133761999174366565&amp;postID=5801412708261359163' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default/5801412708261359163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133761999174366565/posts/default/5801412708261359163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musikr.blogspot.com/2007/08/pedro-abrunhosa-quem-me-leva-os-meus.html' title='Pedro Abrunhosa - Quem me leva os meus fantasmas'/><author><name>criativo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133761999174366565.post-1856042813758304618</id><published>2007-08-11T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:26:42.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mika'/><title type='text'>Mika - Grace kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzA0nG_PurQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzA0nG_PurQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''(I wanna talk to you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The last time we talked, Mr. Smith, you reduced me to tears. I promise you it won't happen again.)''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I attract you?&lt;br /&gt;Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too dirty?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too flirty?&lt;br /&gt;Do I like what you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be wholesome&lt;br /&gt;I could be loathsome&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm a little bit shy&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me without making me try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be like Grace Kelly&lt;br /&gt;But all her looks were too sad&lt;br /&gt;So I try a little Freddie&lt;br /&gt;I've gone identity mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk out the door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''(Getting angry doesn't solve anything.)''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I help it?&lt;br /&gt;How can I help it?&lt;br /&gt;How can I help what you think?&lt;br /&gt;Hello my baby&lt;br /&gt;Hello my baby&lt;br /&gt;Putting my life on my brink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Should I bend over?&lt;br /&gt;Should I look older just to be put on your shelf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be like Grace Kelly&lt;br /&gt;But all her looks were too sad&lt;br /&gt;So I try a little Freddie&lt;br /&gt;I've gone identity mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want to satisfy yourself&lt;br /&gt;But you only want what everybody else says you should want&lt;br /&gt;You want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''(Humphrey. 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