Ao som da música nós…

Posted: Quarta-feira, Julho 22, 2009 in Amigos, Música, Pensamentos, Videos

Numa pausa de trabalho, puxo o blog e vou ver as fotos do casamento da Gisela…

E apesar de já ter passado muito tempo e de tudo se ter transformado a música há-de sempre marcar uma fase “gira” das nossas vidas com 15 aninhos!!

Muitas vezes a ouvimos as duas em “repeat”, falávamos de rapazes de coisas de pitas, saíamos até tarde e ficávamos a dormir na casa uma da outra.

Encobriamo-nos, fazias grandes maluqueiras… mas foi bom ano!!! O único que decidi chumbar por vontade própria.

Ah!!!! Odeio economia!!!

Mas o pessoal era bem fixe!!

Aqui fica as duas músicas que marcaram esse maravilho 10º ano de Economia… Para nunca mais esquecer as peripécias de TOE!!!

E Reinaldo tu eras sempre o culpado de eu ir para a rua!

Ana Coelho

Mr. Big – To Be With You

Hold on little girl
show me what he’s done to you
stand up little girl
a broken heartcan’t be that bad
when it’s through it’s through
fate will twist the both of you
so come on baby come on over
let me be the one to show you

CHORUS
I’m the one who wants to be with you
deep inside i hope you feel it too
waited on a line of wings and blues
just to be the next to be with you

Build up your confidence
so you can be on top for once
wake up who cares about
little boys that talk to much
I’ve seen it all
go down, your game of love was all rained out
So come on baby, come on over
let me be the one to hold you

CHORUS

Why be alone
when we can be together baby
you can make my life worth while
i can make you start to smile

when it’s through it’s through
fate will twist the both of you
so come on baby come on over
let me be the one to show you

CHORUS[x2]

just to be the next to be with you…

Bod Dylan – House of Rising Sun

There is a house down in new orleans
They call the risin sun
And its been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh god, Im a-one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, lord
Down in new orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time hes satisfied
Is when hes on a drunk

He fills his glasses up to the brim
And hell pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is ramblin from town to town

Oh tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in new orleans
They call the risin sun

Well, its one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
Im goin back to new orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Im a-goin back to new orleans
My race is almost run
Im goin back to end my life
Down in the risin sun

There is a house in new orleans
They call the risin sun
Its been the ruin of many poor girl
And me, oh god, Im a-one

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