Pulga-Piolho (sim!TU!) canta comigo...
(quando chegares ao fim...quero que estejas a dançar e a cantar bem altoooooooo!)
I was down at the New Amsterdam
staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation
with thisblack- haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
man I wish I was beautiful...
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Cut up, Maria!
Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me...
Help me believe in anything,
cause I want to be someone who believes...
Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales,
and we stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."
Smiling in the bright lights,
Coming through in stereo,
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely!
I will paint my picture,
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray,
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Gray is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew PicassoI would buy myself a gray guitar and play
Mr. Jones and me look into the future,
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you., I don't think so. She's looking at me."
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely...
I will never be lonely...I will never be lonely...
I want to be a lion,
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars,
but we all got different reasons for that...
Believe in me... because I don't believe in anything...
and I want to be someone to believe
Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
"She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me."
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be!
Mr. Jones and me staring at the video ,
when I look at the television, I want to see me ,
staringright back at me
We all want to be big stars,
but we don't know why
and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me,
I'm going to be justabout as happy as I can be!!!
Mr. Jones and me,
we're gonna be big stars...
Estava a ouvir...e claro, não podia deixar de ser! Lembrei de ti!!!
bem...na verdade lembrei em TODAS as músicas do cd...
;)
muitas bjufas para ti, piolho!
2 Comments:
Querida pulguesa,
näo sei quem é esse tal de piolho, mas eu gosto muito dessa música. E do cd. E também tem tocado por aqui, só para me lembrar de momentos e risos e parvoeiras e tal. Porque de ti, pulguedo, só me lembro de parvoeira. Já chegava o tempo de se tornar séria, näo?!? Curso acabado e tudo, e ainda sem juízo nenhum - que vergonha! Agora lá que everybody loves us, isso é verdade. E, agora assim de repente, esquece lá isso do juízo e da seriedade. Ouve lá a música e faz-me mas é um colar, que eu mais tarde também vou ouvir e investir em preparativos para os dias contigo por perto. Agora... nada disse de "piolho" de novo, hein?!?! Olha que uma pessoa acordar com isto....
LOLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!
tu não tomes é mais drunfs,pelo menos não, logo assim tão cedo!!!
mas de qualquer modo...é para lhe dizer ..."a Caminho "!!!
;)
bjsssssssss muitoooooooooosssssss
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