17 de janeiro de 2011

Sunday Music!

Porque hoje é domingo.
Porque me acordei cedérrimo e às 6h30 já estava numa escola pública pra aplicar provas de um Concurso Solidário lá do meu trabalho.
E por causa disso, dormi a tarde inteira.
E só fui almoçar de noite, depois que acordei do mega cansaço/sono que se abateu sobre mim.
Porque fiquei completamente sem sono e agora só vou dormir quando a segunda-feira já tiver raiando... e mesmo assim terei que ir trabalhar.
Só por causa disso tudo... resolvi colocar aqui umas musiquinhas de domingo!
Longo domingo!
Músicas que descobri no meu set list, sobre domingo, quando tava ouvindo ele em ordem alfabética (de vez em quando faço isso... é legal!)
As outras fui lembrando...
(Calma...não vai rolar nenhuma “Um dia de Domingo”, com Tim Maia, Gal Costa e seja lá mais quem já gravou isso... não... nem pensar! Kkkkk)

A Sunday Smile - Beirut  

All I want is the best for our lives my dear,
and you know my wishes are sincere.
What's to say for the days I cannot bear
A Sunday smile we wore it for a while.
And at cemetery mile we paused and sang.
A Sunday smile we wore it for a while.
And at cemetery mile we paused and sang.
A Sunday smile and we felt clean. (and)
We burnt to the ground
left a view to admire
with buildings inside church of white.
We burnt to the ground left a grave to admire.
And as we reach for the sky, reach the church of white.
A Sunday smile we wore it for a while.
And at cemetery mile we paused and sang.
A Sunday smile we wore it for a while.
And at cemetery mile we paused and sang.
A Sunday smile and we felt true. (and)

Everyday is Like Sunday – Morrissey 
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench
Where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
In the seaside town
...that they forgot to bomb
Come! Come! Come - nuclear bomb!
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face...
On your face ...
On your face ...
On your face ...)
Everyday is like Sunday
"Win Yourself A Cheap Tray"
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey

Sunday Morning – Maroon 5 

Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy
Living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road
Get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you
Someday..
That maybe all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave.
Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
And back and forth we sway
Like branches in a storm
Change of weather
Still together when it ends
But things just get so crazy
Living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling
And I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it will bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you
You may not know
There's a flower in your hair
I'm a flower in your hair

Sunday Bloody Sunday – U2
I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
'Cos tonight
We can be as one, tonight
Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead-end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Oh, let's go
And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trenches dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
Sunday, bloody Sunday
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
'Cause tonight
We can be as one, tonight
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
I'll wipe your tears away
I'll wipe your bloodshot eyes
Sunday, bloody Sunday
And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
On
Sunday, bloody Sunday

1 comentários:

Márcio Cabral de Moura on 22 de janeiro de 2011 10:15 disse...

Robi, faltou uma clássica: Sunday Morning do The Bolshoi.

Sunday Morning
The Bolshoi
Composição: The Bolshoi / Trevor Tanner

I remember when I was young
Feeling sick on Sunday morning
I don't wanna do it anymore

Standing in a line with a dirty mind
Clean it up on Sunday morning
I don't wanna do it anymore

One day a week we turn the cheek (x2)

Oh, how we'd kneel down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
I don't care, it's not right there

Get up early, do your hair
Sunday best on Sunday morning
I don't wanna see it anymore

Tea and toast in the social hall
We had it all on Sunday morning
I don't wanna see it anymore

We come in fear , to worship here (x2)

(CHORUS)

It's wrong to feel, It's wrong to care
You must not steal, you must not swear

(CHORUS)

I don't wanna do it anymore
I don't wanna see it anymore

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