terça-feira, 24 de março de 2009

London calling

Smoking cigarettes with a straw hat
Would have drunk Martinis

(Will listen to them instead)

London calling
Pack my bag to 10ºC

(Warm temperature for a heart of stone)

London calling

God shave the Queen
With a Philishave machine.

3 comentários:

Ana disse...

Tenho passado por aqui.
E tenho gostado :)

Geor disse...

obrigada. e bom saber. (estou sem acentos, teclado ingles). ainda tenho o teu casaco. beijinho.

Filipa disse...

"London Calling"

London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared-and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
London calling, now dont look at us
All that phoney beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we aint got no swing
cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning-and I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, an go it alone
London calling upon the zombies of death
Quit holding out-and draw another breath
London calling-and I dont wanna shout
But when we were talking-i saw you nodding out
London calling, see we aint got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

Now get this
London calling, yeah, I was there, too
An you know what they said? well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, wont you give me a smile?

I never felt so much a like

*vamos numa Famel para qualquer lado?