Waiting For Nick At Rick's Café

(Dead Combo)

Flagrante

Bem te avisei, meu amor
Que não podia dar certo
Que era coisa de evitar

Que como eu, devias supor
Que, com gente ali tão perto
Alguém fosse reparar

Mas não!
Fizeste beicinho e,
Como numa promessa
Ficaste nua para mim

Pedaço de mau caminho
Onde é que eu tinha a cabeça
Quando te disse que sim?

Embora tenhas jurado
Discreta permanecer
Já que não estávamos sós

Ouvindo na sala ao lado
teus gemidos de prazer
Vieram saber de nós

Nem dei por o que aconteceu
Mas mais veloz e mais esperta
Só te viram de raspão

A vergonha passei eu
Diante da porta aberta
Estava de calças na mão

(António Zambujo)

Dirty Paws

Jumping up and down the floor,
My head is an animal.
And once there was an animal,
It had a son that mowed the lawn.
The son was an ok guy,
They had a pet dragonfly.
The dragonfly it ran away,
But it came back with a story to say.

Her dirty paws and furry coat,
She ran down the forest slope.
The forest of talking trees,
They used to sing about the birds and the bees.
The bees had declared a war,
The sky wasn't big enough for them all.
The birds, they got help from below,
From dirty paws and the creatures of snow.

And for a while things were cold,
They were scared down in their holes.
The forest that once was green
Was colored black by those killing machines.
But she and her furry friends
Took down the queen bee and her men.
And that's how the story goes,
The story of the beast with those four dirty paws.

(Of Monsters And Men)

These Streets

These streets are yours, you can keep them
I don't want them
They pull me back, and I surrender
To the memories I run from

Oh, we have paved these streets
With moments of defeat

But even if we won't admit it to ourselves
We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else
So I won't show my face here anymore
I won't show my face here anymore

These streets are yours, you can keep them
In my mind it's like you haunt them
And passing through I think I see you
In the shapes of other women

Oh, we have stained these walls
With our mistakes and flaws

But even if we won't admit it to ourselves
We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else
So I won't show my face here anymore
I won't show my face here anymore

All that's left behind
Is a shadow on my mind
(Oh, a shadow comes upon a wall is silhouette and nothing more but it's all that's left behind)
Is a shadow on my mind
All that's left behind

But even if we won't admit it to ourselves
We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else
So I won't show my face here anymore
I won't show my face here anymore

I won't show my face here anymore
I won't show my face here anymore

(Bastille)

Everything's Fucked

(Dirty Three)

Feel

I can feel it now that you've gone
I have made you all that I want
I know you're keeping to your own sound
you're running out of sight when the light goes down
Said you'll be waiting 'till the night's done but there's no one
And the world went on but I always knew you'd come

Just one feeling, just one feeling
Just one feeling, just one feeling then I know
Just one feeling, just one feeling
Just one feeling, just one feeling then I know
Just one feeling, just one feeling
Just one feeling, just one feeling

I can feel it coming so clear
I can feel you already there
And I can see you with my eyes shut
you're running in my head and I can't keep up
Said you'll be waiting for the next one
but I always knew, I always knew you'd come

Just one feeling, just one feeling
Just one feeling, just one feeling then I know
Just one feeling, just one feeling
Just one feeling, just one feeling then I know
Just one feeling, just one feeling
Just one feeling, just one feeling

Our love was long so long
and then forgotten like an old song
you said your life went on
but I always knew I always knew you'd come

Just one feeling, just one feeling
Just one feeling, just one feeling then I know
Just one feeling, just one feeling
Just one feeling, just one feeling then I know
Just one feeling, just one feeling
Just one feeling, just one feeling then I know

(Bombay Bicycle Club)

You Can't Always Get What You Want

I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she was gonna meet her connection
At her feet was footloose man

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you might find
You get what you need

I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration
If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you just might find
You get what you need

I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead"
I said to him

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you just might find
You get what you need

You get what you need--yeah, oh baby

I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need

(The Rolling Stones)

Turn Away

Turn turn away
From the sound of your own voice
Calling no one, just a silence
Run to see you at the edge
Fall off the avalanche
Turn away

Hold hold the light
That fixes you in time
Keeps you under
Takes you over the wall
That love divides between waking and slumber
Turn away

Turn turn away
From the weight of your own past
It's magic for the devil
And betray the lack of change
Once you have spoken
Turn away

(Beck)