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Best regards to Sagopa et al, as I'm still waiting for a MPC, their instr.acks are doing the trick;)

'Tão e quê, qual o audio menos mau em questão?

on 06 0n 07 Vai mas é trabalhar!

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raízes - cut loose mix

yet mais um teste on a "Sagopa-Kajmer--Kolera---Ikimizi-Anlatan-Birsey--CD1" track, desta feita on 03's "Monotonluk Maratonu"...

When you're on lines appearing off, rhymes

When you're on lines appearing off, rhymes!
The giving so as giving on the go
between whirling and falling, up!
Because? Why! connections for you to say no to(o).

Como tons fitas mais?

Entre ameias ex-posto lendo traços como

P'las colmeias do rosto tendo baços tons

Colcheias sem gosto sendo laços fitas

Penas a meias, mosto fervendo, Crassos mais?

Quantos por cento
Peias na boca
Que partam - e aconteçam
Ou mais?

They are the others and this is a footnote entitled to ungear your clock

though sometimes we're waning in direct (live they say but the frontier's mediating)
what -if more is- translated for connect (lives they say but random's on)?

Will you al(l)so(on) arrive in due time?





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Delays wa Delags, de leis, wadi-tags:

cursores com vida própria.

não menosprezes nunca o que gira ao torno d'água espadanadas tais pascoais calhando à segunda feira




for self derangements are being made so the message renders clearness'other miss-ing kinaesthesias;

Como gado cativo em teu redil
Caído (h)ajo em teu ardil, hoje
Como que (te) trago sedes mil
Comigo, quem foge é todo um percentil

Zero menos um hasta el Kelvin standard - Pum!,
Then o quê Ya dupl'hélices de sentido, em
Vinhateiras veredas joeirantes medas
Às reças que meças ou peças por
Acaso, achas?

Toma a grafia daquela estela
- Ai que arrojadas permutas com estratos
Tais contactos portantes sendo
Orientadas monções de poeiras líricas.

Respigando, Oita

À tabela

à tabela «os leões» com as aspas que ostentam em siglas telemobiladas - e quiçá a puma mais ameaçadora que o enjaulado singular do clube, digo, da S.A.D.

à tabela e escorregando, - e um par de bolas no ferro que é dum clássico - isso sim
que sempre titular maiúscula mão invisível,

à tabela os da Alvaláxia (a corruptela pedantola e sedentária fissura da «elite» - e bota aspas nisso caralho - sendo a pior maneira de chegar a chamar bois por nomes cientes) cumprem-se incapazes de propriamente vingar o Vitória de Vimaranes, Oxalá este a si se vingue a domani




à tabela uma foto que é uma ilustração sectorial; comercial? Pois se na se chamam os bois pelos nomes?! Quem o fez - Sport Comércio e Salgueiros - voltou agora, 2ª divisão distrital fy al Borto, a alma vive mas o nome - precisamente - está impedido pelas finanças de ser usado até ser pago o passivo;

e se há passivos, como há passivos no sporting, gerúndio nomeado e tão escasso de bola, tão amorfa massa salarial mal amanhada e ós bitaites e quê assobiantics

caption & its titling (João, Leandro e Vanderlei) : RTP.pt as now

(...) To be continued?

Through Bons Sons - o que for há-de so(u?)ar

Uncalling ya bluff I'll see you(R) walk: check:


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Daily One to Do

joga a bola - jogador - fora o bluff a camisola
que o que tu queres é mesmo
- de ser -

em trivelas travessões
acertar questões não meras notas
apostadas nas coisas que rolam - - em ti

not linking tag of Ψ five

Colour's a Chaunce

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Já Agora Diz-me

Tens aí alguma adaga

Worlds Apart

Close the door and drift away
Into a sea of uncertainty
Where all your hopes and dreams
Have faded out of reach.
Remember all the bad dreams
Are not far from reality
Would you write again for me?

(let me whisper something in your ear)

And you awake and there you are
Not far off from the line before
And just how long did it take for you to understand
Where your feelings stopped and writing began
Convince yourself to take control
Play to the hilt this unlikely role.

Remember all the bad dreams
Are not far from reality
Will you write again for me?
And who bade you stop this living art?
Have you forgotten just what you are?
If you don't want to then you could at least pretend
That the paper's your soul and your blood's in the pen
And maybe then you'd see the light
And read the truth that you had to write.

If heaven sent you downstream
Where banished eyes haven't been
Would you smile again for me?
You misread your fate line
Had long run out of time
Would you write again for me?

And you awake and there you are
Not far off from the line before
And just how long did it take for you to understand
Where your feelings stopped and writing began
Convince yourself to take control
Play to the hilt this unlikely role.

If heaven sent you downstream
Where banished eyes haven't been
Would you smile again for me?

Random lost souls have asked me
"What's the future of rock'n'roll?"
I say "I don't know does it matter?"
This and that scene,
They sound all the same to me
Neither much worse nor much better

We're so fucked these days
We don't know who to hate or who to praise
Yet we consider this our suffering and pain
When we're so privileged, a fact
We all forget about as
We go whinging all over the place.

How we've laughed as they shoveled the ashes
Wrath hath soured
Blood and death, we will pay back the debt
For this candy store of ours.

Look at those cunts on MTV
With their cars, and cribs, and rings and shit
Is that what being a celebrity means?
Look, boys and girls, here's BBC
See corpses, rapes, and amputees
What do you think now of the American dream?

And our soccer moms and dads
Who raised us brats on these TV ads
I know that they sleep at night
Their conscience is intact
They've convinced themselves of that
Giving money to Jesus Fucking H Christ

How they laughed as we shoveled the ashes
Of the twin towers
Blood and death, we will pay back the debt
For this candy store of ours.

Lying on the shady grass
Afternoon, there's always something happening
Friends go floating gently by
I'm listening to a song inside my head
Although the summer's past
Those mythic dreams would never last
Do I care anymore
And if it makes you sad
Remember all the things you have
That can't be bought

Recollection brings me back
Sad to think that it was just a fantasy
We'd already accepted that
Which many others struggled to believe
And though it makes no sense
I know there are no accidents
I've no fear anymore
And if it makes you sad
To give up dreams you've always had
That can't be bought
It just can't be fought

Looking back at '91
Reflecting on those things we could have
Said and done
The dancing lights across a crowd
Remind us of another town
That's dead and gone
It's just dead and gone

Take me to that summer past
And tell me is it really worth remembering?
I realize that music then
Was really just a song inside my head
And though the fun has past
Those mythic dreams are mend to last
Have no fear anymore
And if it makes you cry
To look ahead, well dry your eyes
It can be done
Yes it can be done

How can anyone be so unkind
As to want to take another's peace of mind?
Is acceptance so implausible?
Well I know how the best will fall
And the rest will follow

It's important to recognize
In this world we live there is nothing worth dying
It's enough to say "hello," we're all human
But I know how the best will fall
And the rest will follow

Is it so easy to resign
To ruin this world for everyone?
I guess when it's all said and done
It's just something in our design

We are all of us so capable of
The greatest acts of hate and the worst acts of love
I wonder sometimes what's the matter with us all
And I know how the best will fall
And the rest will follow

Eyes at night never see the day
Because it's not in my nature
Golden wings rise from the plane
They burn above the red earth
Scale these walls in front of me
Have you ever stopped to wonder
Why they forced your voice to turn
From silence to a caterwaul?



Never knew I could feel this way
So old and and unremembered
Never thought it would slip away
And fall like September
Scale these walls in front of me
Have you ever stopped to wonder
Why they forced my voice
To turn from silence to a caterwaul?
Heard your caterwaul...

And what has tried to bound me
I've severed every tie
Place your arms around me
And we'll leave the rest behind

What was I to say?
How was I to know?
Was it your soft voice that said so?

White glow of the TV set
Lights dancing on the screen
Voice-overs rise like minarets
Then fall diatonically.
Should I answer a friend's distress call
Or should I go to sleep?
Would I, like the voices rise and fall,
What's it to me?

All those hours of wasted time
Have never passed my mind.

Here I am comfortable
In arm's reach of the black remote.
Here I am comfortable
Surrounded by stings and bows.
Let everyone else go.

Nights on Kirkwood so serene
Far from the sirens and the screams
I could write or I could read
Go next door and smoke some weed
As long as I don't have to think
About who the hell's running this mess
Or what shit they're writing up the Stone or NME
Go out and make last call
Or sit here and do nothing at all
What's it to me?

All those hours of wasted time
Have never passed my mind.

Here I am comfortable
In arm's reach of the black remote.
Here I am comfortable
All those clowns, what can they know?
Let everyone else go.

Now that our ties are served
As we say goodbye
Let us not wonder whether
We are ready to take the dive



Let it dive, let it die, let it fade out of sight
Let it drag us down, let it fade

Grieve, but not grieve together
Mourn with nothing to say
Gone are those times forever
Lost as those sweet warm other days

Let it dive, let it die, let it fade out of sight
Let it drag us down, let it come between you and I
Let it dive, let it die, let it fade



Where we born to despair
Deeds done but not forgiven?
There will always be something there
As long as one of us goes on living

Let it dive, let it die
Let it fade out of sight
Let it drag us down, let it come between you and I
What's done is done, no reason to apologize
Let it dive, let it die, let it fade

The curtain thins
Violins announce the score is over
The symphony dears the folded chairs
And walk towards the snack bar
And I forget what the libretto was all about
At eight o'clock you drop me off
And not a word was spared for us
Drinks at ten, we're off again
The crowds and bouncers stare at us
And the last one out of the car fills the meter up
Don't say your name, just dance with me
Oh no, my ride is gone it's time to leave
Then racing for the sink
I shove my head in
And the world looks like heaven
It's all white

With history, your bluest grace
Falls apart, cascading down
Speak to me of beautiful hate
Of island chains swept with the tide
The coral leis of a conquering king

They're swept away
Oh, but not lost.

Beneath the waves of trembling stars
The roads wind towards
The windward side
My soul is saved by these city lights
My face is framed by the blanket of night

They're swept away
Oh, but not lost.
Was I too proud to say, or to wish for
Words that I knew were forbidden?
Because I don't want to know
I didn't want to see what I saw
When I looked in the distance

They're swept away
Oh, but not lost

And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead [25/01/2005], Lyrics by lyricsdownload.com/

She asks him “where do you come from?”
He says “I come from the borders of the sky”
She says “where are your feathers gone?”
He says “Time has scattered them away

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Caption: Shadia Mansour at Meco

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On every wed

There's gotta be a record of you someplace
You gotta be on somebody's books
The lowdown - a picture of your face
Your injured looks

Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete

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And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat

(And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet)

Dire Straits - On Every Street [1991] verses + Grace captioning (ed.) some pétalas..

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