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sábado, 28 de junho de 2008

A Boy Named Sue

muito style essa música hehe
abraços!




My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

segunda-feira, 23 de junho de 2008

Documentário Rádio




Dae galera, disponibilizei no GoEar o último (ÚLTIMO pra sempre!!)
documentário de rádio produzido pelo meu grupo de Jornalismo, achei que ficou bem legal,
segue abaixo o link do audio.



Coordenação Professor Guilherme Borges. Editora Chefe, Mariah Guarido; editora de texto: Juciellen Ribeiro; editor de áudio, Rafael Ceribelli; Reportagens de Gabriela Pifer, Fernanda Neme e Priscilla Domiciano.


abraços!

sábado, 14 de junho de 2008

Live at The Pier - Linoleum

yeah



NOFX - Linoleum

Possessions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy
Well that's not true, I've got a bed, and a guitar
And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor
That's right, I've got a floor
So what, so what, so what?

I've got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes
Where everything important to me
Just seems to fall right down my leg
And on to the floor
My closest friend linoleum

Linoleum
Supports my head, gives me something to believe

That's me on the beachside combing the sand
Metal meter in my hand
Sporting a pocket full of change

That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
That's me on the back of the bus
That's me in the cell

That's me inside your head...

segunda-feira, 9 de junho de 2008

Nome Próprio

Trailer do filme de Murilo Salles editado por mim e que está competindo na promoção do MySpace, trilha sonora da banda "Astros"

Trailer "Nome Próprio"



se não der pra assistir por aqui, copie e cole o link em seu browser

http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=
vids.individual&videoid=35847
589

opiniões ou críticas sempre bem vindas =) hehe
abraços

PS - se vc não tiver Java Script, então aqui embaixo o link do Youtube

domingo, 8 de junho de 2008

MASSAGE HIM!

hahaha videos mto bons de live action


Mortal Kombat e o afetado Shao Kan, senhor do mal




George Lucas apaixonado (legendado)


O Triste Fim de Mario Bros (legendado)



hahaha abraços!




segunda-feira, 2 de junho de 2008

O Mistério do Capacitador de Fluxo

Em 1963, um grupo de beduínos que transitava pelo deserto de El-Zadair, na Tunísia, encontraram fragmentos de um vídeo revolucionário enterrado na areia dentro de uma cápsula de chumbo.

O experimento em questão foi feito por um grupo de físicos altamente qualificado de várias partes do mundo que estabeleceram sua base de pesquisa no Cazaquistão, devido ao forte eletromagnetismo da região.

O vídeo está disponibilizado abaixo, e as imagens são impressionantes.
O que terá acontecido com o projeto 943/7?
Onde está o Capacitador de Fluxo?

Essas perguntas ainda estão longe de serem respondidas...