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    Inserido Inicialmente por jpa
    A ouvir neste momento..

    The Story, Brandi Carlile

    All of these lines across my face
    Tell you the story of who I am
    So many stories of where I've been
    And how I got to where I am
    But these stories don't mean anything
    When you've got no one to tell them to
    It's true...I was made for you
    I climbed across the mountain tops
    Swam all across the ocean blue
    I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
    But baby I broke them all for you
    Because even when I was flat broke
    You made me feel like a million bucks
    You do
    I was made for you
    You see the smile that's on my mouth
    It's hiding the words that don't come out
    And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
    They don't know my head is a mess
    No, they don't know who I really am
    And they don't know what
    I've been through like you do
    And I was made for you...
    All of these lines across my face
    Tell you the story of who I am
    So many stories of where I've been
    And how I got to where I am
    But these stories don't mean anything
    When you've got no one to tell them to
    It's true...I was made for you

    Divertiti con i video e la musica che ami, carica contenuti originali e condividi tutto con amici, familiari e con il mondo su YouTube.

    Gosto!
    FELIZ NATAL!
    )

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      Oooooooooooooooooooooh...
      Pelo nome e por instanstes pensei que fosse uma música desta senhora: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kk-JeDrdMnY
      Rita & David


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        E Kate Bush, ninguém ouviu/ouve?

        Running up that Hill:

        If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.
        If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.
        It doesn't hurt me.
        Do you want to feel how it feels?
        Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me?
        Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?
        You, it's you and me.
        And if I only could,
        I'd make a deal with God,
        And I'd get him to swap our places,
        Be running up that road,
        Be running up that hill,
        Be running up that building.
        If I only could, oh...
        You don't want to hurt me,
        But see how deep the bullet lies.
        Unaware I'm tearing you asunder.
        Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts.
        Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
        Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
        You, it's you and me.
        It's you and me won't be unhappy.
        And if I only could,
        I'd make a deal with God,
        And I'd get him to swap our places,
        Be running up that road,
        Be running up that hill,
        Be running up that building,
        Say, if I only could, oh...
        You,
        It's you and me,
        It's you and me won't be unhappy.
        C'mon, baby, c'mon darling,
        Let me steal this moment from you now.
        C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
        Let's exchange the experience, oh...
        And if I only could,
        I'd make a deal with God,
        And I'd get him to swap our places,
        Be running up that road,
        Be running up that hill,
        With no problems.
        And if I only could,
        I'd make a deal with God,
        And I'd get him to swap our places,
        Be running up that road,
        Be running up that hill,
        With no problems.
        And if I only could,
        I'd make a deal with God,
        And I'd get him to swap our places,
        Be running up that road,
        Be running up that hill,
        With no problems.
        If I only could
        Be running up that hill
        With no problems...
        If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.
        If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.


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          Inserido Inicialmente por maezinha
          E Kate Bush, ninguém ouviu/ouve?

          Running up that Hill:

          If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.
          If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.
          It doesn't hurt me.
          Do you want to feel how it feels?
          Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me?
          Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?
          You, it's you and me.
          And if I only could,
          I'd make a deal with God,
          And I'd get him to swap our places,
          Be running up that road,
          Be running up that hill,
          Be running up that building.
          If I only could, oh...
          You don't want to hurt me,
          But see how deep the bullet lies.
          Unaware I'm tearing you asunder.
          Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts.
          Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
          Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
          You, it's you and me.
          It's you and me won't be unhappy.
          And if I only could,
          I'd make a deal with God,
          And I'd get him to swap our places,
          Be running up that road,
          Be running up that hill,
          Be running up that building,
          Say, if I only could, oh...
          You,
          It's you and me,
          It's you and me won't be unhappy.
          C'mon, baby, c'mon darling,
          Let me steal this moment from you now.
          C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
          Let's exchange the experience, oh...
          And if I only could,
          I'd make a deal with God,
          And I'd get him to swap our places,
          Be running up that road,
          Be running up that hill,
          With no problems.
          And if I only could,
          I'd make a deal with God,
          And I'd get him to swap our places,
          Be running up that road,
          Be running up that hill,
          With no problems.
          And if I only could,
          I'd make a deal with God,
          And I'd get him to swap our places,
          Be running up that road,
          Be running up that hill,
          With no problems.
          If I only could
          Be running up that hill
          With no problems...
          If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.
          If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.
          Adoro!!!

          Mas gosto mais da 'cover' que os Placebo fizeram e a dos Chromatics está divinal

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            Unsealed
            On a porch a letter sat
            Then you said i wanna leave it again
            Once I saw her on a beach of weathered sand
            And on the sand I wanna leave it again... yeah
            On a weekend I wanna wish it all away yeah...
            And they called and I said that I want what I said
            And then I call out again
            And the reason oughta leave her calm I know
            I said i dont know whether
            Im the boxer or the bag
            Ah yeah ehh....
            Can you see them
            Out on the porch
            But they dont wave
            I see them round the front way yeah
            And I know I dont want to stay...

            Make me cry

            Ooooh I see
            I dont know theres something else
            I wanna drum it all away
            Oh I said I dont, I dont know whether Im a boxer or the bag
            Ah yeah ehh....
            Can you see them
            Out on the porch
            But they dont wave
            I see them round the front way yeah
            And I know I dont want to stay
            I dont wanna stay
            Dont
            Dont wanna
            Oh... yeah... oooh...

            Pearl Jam . Yellow Ledbetter

            Just miss myself a lot.

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              Inserido Inicialmente por jpa
              A ouvir neste momento..

              The Story, Brandi Carlile
              Ando viciada nessa senhora

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                Tu e metade deste país, desde que ela apareceu no anúncio da SB
                Eu sou um deles, admito
                E o album não está nada mau

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                  Inserido Inicialmente por jpa
                  Tu e metade deste país, desde que ela apareceu no anúncio da SB
                  Eu sou um deles, admito
                  E o album não está nada mau
                  Lá está... é meio caminho andado para daqui por duas semanas já nem poder com o 'single'...

                  O mesmo aconteceu com os shout out louds...

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                    All so true!

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                      Quem sabe o que é, quem, é quem é????
                      Dão-se alvíssaras.
                      Úma das minhas músicas de culto.


                      Eles não sabem que o sonho
                      É uma constante da vida
                      Tão concreta e definida
                      Como outra coisa qualquer

                      Como esta pedra cinzenta
                      Em que me sento e descanso
                      Como este ribeiro manso
                      Em serenos sobressaltos

                      Como estes pinheiros altos
                      Que em verde e oiro se agitam
                      Como estas aves que gritam
                      Em bebedeiras de azul

                      Eles não sabem que sonho
                      É vinho, é espuma, é fermento
                      Bichinho alacre e sedento
                      De focinho pontiagudo
                      Em perpétuo movimento

                      Eles não sabem que o sonho
                      É tela, é cor, é pincel
                      Base, fuste ou capitel
                      Arco em ogiva, vitral,
                      Pináculo de catedral,
                      Contraponto, sinfonia,
                      Máscara grega, magia,
                      Que é retorta de alquimista

                      Mapa do mundo distante
                      Rosa dos ventos, infante
                      Caravela quinhentista
                      Que é cabo da boa-esperança

                      Ouro, canela, marfim
                      Florete de espadachim
                      Bastidor, passo de dança
                      Columbina e arlequim

                      Passarola voadora
                      Pára-raios, locomotiva
                      Barco de proa festiva
                      Alto-forno, geradora

                      Cisão do átomo, radar
                      Ultra-som, televisão
                      Desembarque em foguetão
                      Na superfície lunar

                      Eles não sabem nem sonham
                      Que o sonho comanda a vida
                      E que sempre que o homem sonha
                      O mundo pula e avança
                      Como bola colorida
                      Entre as mãos duma criança




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                        Inserido Inicialmente por maezinha
                        Quem sabe o que é, quem, é quem é????
                        Dão-se alvíssaras.
                        Úma das minhas músicas de culto.


                        Eles não sabem que o sonho
                        É uma constante da vida
                        Tão concreta e definida
                        Como outra coisa qualquer

                        Como esta pedra cinzenta
                        Em que me sento e descanso
                        Como este ribeiro manso
                        Em serenos sobressaltos

                        Como estes pinheiros altos
                        Que em verde e oiro se agitam
                        Como estas aves que gritam
                        Em bebedeiras de azul

                        Eles não sabem que sonho
                        É vinho, é espuma, é fermento
                        Bichinho alacre e sedento
                        De focinho pontiagudo
                        Em perpétuo movimento

                        Eles não sabem que o sonho
                        É tela, é cor, é pincel
                        Base, fuste ou capitel
                        Arco em ogiva, vitral,
                        Pináculo de catedral,
                        Contraponto, sinfonia,
                        Máscara grega, magia,
                        Que é retorta de alquimista

                        Mapa do mundo distante
                        Rosa dos ventos, infante
                        Caravela quinhentista
                        Que é cabo da boa-esperança

                        Ouro, canela, marfim
                        Florete de espadachim
                        Bastidor, passo de dança
                        Columbina e arlequim

                        Passarola voadora
                        Pára-raios, locomotiva
                        Barco de proa festiva
                        Alto-forno, geradora

                        Cisão do átomo, radar
                        Ultra-som, televisão
                        Desembarque em foguetão
                        Na superfície lunar

                        Eles não sabem nem sonham
                        Que o sonho comanda a vida
                        E que sempre que o homem sonha
                        O mundo pula e avança
                        Como bola colorida
                        Entre as mãos duma criança


                        Letra de antónio Gedeão ... a música agora escapou-se-me

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                          Inserido Inicialmente por Nesha
                          Inserido Inicialmente por maezinha
                          E Kate Bush, ninguém ouviu/ouve?

                          Running up that Hill:

                          If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.
                          If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.
                          It doesn't hurt me.
                          Do you want to feel how it feels?
                          Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me?
                          Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?
                          You, it's you and me.
                          And if I only could,
                          I'd make a deal with God,
                          And I'd get him to swap our places,
                          Be running up that road,
                          Be running up that hill,
                          Be running up that building.
                          If I only could, oh...
                          You don't want to hurt me,
                          But see how deep the bullet lies.
                          Unaware I'm tearing you asunder.
                          Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts.
                          Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
                          Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
                          You, it's you and me.
                          It's you and me won't be unhappy.
                          And if I only could,
                          I'd make a deal with God,
                          And I'd get him to swap our places,
                          Be running up that road,
                          Be running up that hill,
                          Be running up that building,
                          Say, if I only could, oh...
                          You,
                          It's you and me,
                          It's you and me won't be unhappy.
                          C'mon, baby, c'mon darling,
                          Let me steal this moment from you now.
                          C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
                          Let's exchange the experience, oh...
                          And if I only could,
                          I'd make a deal with God,
                          And I'd get him to swap our places,
                          Be running up that road,
                          Be running up that hill,
                          With no problems.
                          And if I only could,
                          I'd make a deal with God,
                          And I'd get him to swap our places,
                          Be running up that road,
                          Be running up that hill,
                          With no problems.
                          And if I only could,
                          I'd make a deal with God,
                          And I'd get him to swap our places,
                          Be running up that road,
                          Be running up that hill,
                          With no problems.
                          If I only could
                          Be running up that hill
                          With no problems...
                          If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.
                          If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.
                          Adoro!!!

                          Mas gosto mais da 'cover' que os Placebo fizeram e a dos Chromatics está divinal
                          Eu gosto muito dela, daquela imagem, da dança dela, de tudo!...


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                            Inserido Inicialmente por Nesha
                            Inserido Inicialmente por maezinha
                            Quem sabe o que é, quem, é quem é????
                            Dão-se alvíssaras.
                            Úma das minhas músicas de culto.



                            Letra de antónio Gedeão ... a música agora escapou-se-me

                            PEDRA FILOSOFAL


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                              Pedra filosofal..

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                                Inserido Inicialmente por maezinha
                                Inserido Inicialmente por Nesha
                                Inserido Inicialmente por maezinha
                                Quem sabe o que é, quem, é quem é????
                                Dão-se alvíssaras.
                                Úma das minhas músicas de culto.



                                Letra de antónio Gedeão ... a música agora escapou-se-me

                                PEDRA FILOSOFAL
                                isso sei, mas nao me lembro é de quem canta.

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