Como esta história dos blogs está na moda, resolvi tentar fazer o meu próprio blog. O único problema era o tema... de que raio é que eu havia de falar no blog? Pensei, e pensei, e pensei... e depois de tanto pensar, a única ideia que surgiu foi... nada...
terça-feira, maio 24, 2005
Finalmente saiu o CD dos System!!!
Estava a ver que não ia conseguir comprar o CD...
Já devia ter saído na semana passada, mas só hoje é que apareceu à venda.
Acho que me dava qualquer coisa má, se eu ia ver o concerto, sem ter antes ouvido o CD, para ficar a conhecer todas as músicas novas...
Depois de o ter ouvido uma meia dúzia de vezes, parece-me bom, mas bastante mais calmo que os outros, ou será só impressão minha?!
Para já, depois de o ter ouvido ainda pouquinhas vezes, esta parece-me ser uma das melhores.
Cá fica:
Why do they always send the poor
Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels
Victorious victories kneel
For brand new spankin' deals
Marching forward hypocritic and
Hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses’ dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Blast off
Its party time
And we don't live in a fascist nation
Blast off
Its party time
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses’ dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
They always send the poor
They always send the poor
(System of a Down - B.Y.O.B.)
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