<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992</id><updated>2012-01-04T13:10:36.370-08:00</updated><category term='cronica'/><category term='opinião pessoal'/><title type='text'>Musica e Letra</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>265</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-29656105119888508</id><published>2012-01-04T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T13:10:36.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolimbolacho</title><content type='html'>LevaNóiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolimbolacho, pro lado e pro outro mexeu&lt;br /&gt;Bolimbolacho, olha pra frente e pra trás e tremeu&lt;br /&gt;Bolimbolacho, o corpo molhado, mexeu&lt;br /&gt;Deslize as mãozinhas... vai vai vai! (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auto-estima mulheres de todo Brasil,&lt;br /&gt;Pra fazer o bolimbolacho tem que mexer gostosinho,&lt;br /&gt;No swing, nas curvas, trepida o quadril,&lt;br /&gt;Bota o planeta, todo mundo no passinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolimbolacho, pro lado e pro outro mexeu&lt;br /&gt;Bolimbolacho, olha pra frente e pra trás e tremeu&lt;br /&gt;Bolimbolacho, o corpo molhado, mexeu&lt;br /&gt;Deslize as mãozinhas... vai vai vai! (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora bem sensual, trepida o quadril,&lt;br /&gt;É mistura de dança da Arábia com Brasil,&lt;br /&gt;No Bolim da gordinha, no bolacho da magrinha,&lt;br /&gt;O swing do Leva só não é brasileirinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolimbolacho, pro lado e pro outro mexeu&lt;br /&gt;Bolimbolacho, olha pra frente e pra trás e tremeu&lt;br /&gt;Bolimbolacho, o corpo molhado, mexeu&lt;br /&gt;Deslize as mãozinhas... vai vai vai! (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auto-estima mulheres de todo Brasil,&lt;br /&gt;Pra fazer o bolimbolacho tem que mexer gostosinho,&lt;br /&gt;No swing, nas curvas, trepida o quadril,&lt;br /&gt;Bota o planeta, todo mundo no passinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolimbolacho, pro lado e pro outro mexeu&lt;br /&gt;Bolimbolacho, olha pra frente e pra trás e tremeu&lt;br /&gt;Bolimbolacho, o corpo molhado, mexeu&lt;br /&gt;Deslize as mãozinhas... vai vai vai! (x2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-29656105119888508?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/29656105119888508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=29656105119888508' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/29656105119888508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/29656105119888508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2012/01/bolimbolacho.html' title='Bolimbolacho'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-1026554040798805680</id><published>2012-01-04T13:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T13:09:42.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pranchinha</title><content type='html'>Parangolé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ê pranchinha, pranchinha..&lt;br /&gt;Pranchinha, pranchinha, pranchinha.&lt;br /&gt;É pra passar no cabelo ficar bonitinha.. pranchinha, pranchinha, pranchinha, pranchinha, pranchinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tem alguma mulher usando pranchinha hoje aí? Tá de pranchinha. Deu sorte porque hoje o tempo tá limpo, porque quando a chuva pega na pranchinha.. é uma bagaço. Beijo, lindona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A menina do cabelo duro ja esta estressada e não quer pentear.. (2x)&lt;br /&gt;A solução esta nas minhas mãos, pega a pranchinha para melhorar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ê pranchinha, pranchinha..&lt;br /&gt;Pranchinha, pranchinha, pranchinha.&lt;br /&gt;É pra passar no cabelo ficar bonitinha.. pranchinha, pranchinha, pranchinha, pranchinha, pranchinha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-1026554040798805680?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/1026554040798805680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=1026554040798805680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/1026554040798805680'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Blinded and hurting&lt;br /&gt;This I'm deserving&lt;br /&gt;I've got my secrets&lt;br /&gt;You only got the Sleeping Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've got a secret&lt;br /&gt;Then you've got to keep it&lt;br /&gt;When you've have a question&lt;br /&gt;Answers will come&lt;br /&gt;Running and hiding&lt;br /&gt;Taking dividing&lt;br /&gt;You've got your secrets&lt;br /&gt;I've only got the Sleeping Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sleeping Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you as I saw&lt;br /&gt;We're [a] piece in a jigsaw&lt;br /&gt;Run up the divide and&lt;br /&gt;Tip of the tongue&lt;br /&gt;Run round the houses&lt;br /&gt;North and the south is&lt;br /&gt;You've got your answers&lt;br /&gt;We have both got The Sleeping Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sleeping Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah&lt;div 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Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-2365632029004959403</id><published>2012-01-04T13:07:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T13:07:50.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai Se Eu Te Pego</title><content type='html'>Nossa, nossa&lt;br /&gt;Assim você me mata&lt;br /&gt;Ai se eu te pego, ai ai se eu te pego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delícia, delícia&lt;br /&gt;Assim você me mata&lt;br /&gt;Ai se eu te pego, ai ai se eu te pego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado na balada&lt;br /&gt;A galera começou a dançar&lt;br /&gt;E passou a menina mais linda&lt;br /&gt;Tomei coragem e comecei a falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa, nossa&lt;br /&gt;Assim você me mata&lt;br /&gt;Ai se eu te pego, ai ai se eu te pego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delícia, delícia&lt;br /&gt;Assim você me mata&lt;br /&gt;Ai se eu te pego, ai ai se eu te pego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado na balada&lt;br /&gt;A galera começou a dançar&lt;br /&gt;E passou a menina mais linda&lt;br /&gt;Tomei coragem e comecei a falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa, nossa&lt;br /&gt;Assim você me mata&lt;br /&gt;Ai se eu te pego, ai ai se eu te pego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delícia, delícia&lt;br /&gt;Assim você me mata&lt;br /&gt;Ai se eu te pego, ai ai se eu te pego&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-2365632029004959403?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/2365632029004959403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-3947648248820136273</id><published>2011-12-19T14:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T14:18:27.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auld Lang Syne</title><content type='html'>Should auld acquaintance be forgot,&lt;br /&gt;And never brought to mind?&lt;br /&gt;Should auld acquaintance be forgot,&lt;br /&gt;And auld lang syne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne,&lt;br /&gt;We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,&lt;br /&gt;And surely I'll be mine!&lt;br /&gt;And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne,&lt;br /&gt;We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We twa hae run about the braes,&lt;br /&gt;And pu'd the gowans fine;&lt;br /&gt;But we've wandered mony a weary fit&lt;br /&gt;Sin' auld lang syne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne,&lt;br /&gt;We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We twa hae paidled i' the burn,&lt;br /&gt;Frae morning sun till dine;&lt;br /&gt;But seas between us braid hae roared&lt;br /&gt;Sin' auld lang syne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne,&lt;br /&gt;We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a hand, my trusty fiere,&lt;br /&gt;And gie's a hand o' thine!&lt;br /&gt;And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne,&lt;br /&gt;We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,&lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-3947648248820136273?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/3947648248820136273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=3947648248820136273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/3947648248820136273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/3947648248820136273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2011/12/auld-lang-syne.html' title='Auld Lang Syne'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-406887232801190523</id><published>2011-12-19T14:17:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T14:17:42.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tannenbaum</title><content type='html'>O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum&lt;br /&gt;Wie treu sind deine Blatter!&lt;br /&gt;O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum&lt;br /&gt;Wie treu sind deine Blatter!&lt;br /&gt;Du grunst nicht nur zur Sommerzeit,&lt;br /&gt;Nein, auch im Winter, wenn es schneit.&lt;br /&gt;O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum&lt;br /&gt;Wie treu sind deine Blatter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum&lt;br /&gt;Du kannst mir sehr gefallen!&lt;br /&gt;O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum&lt;br /&gt;Du kannst mir sehr gefallen!&lt;br /&gt;Wie oft hat nicht zur Weihnachtszeit&lt;br /&gt;Ein Baum von dir mich hoch erfreut!&lt;br /&gt;O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum&lt;br /&gt;Du kannst mir sehr gefallen!&lt;br /&gt;O Tannembaum, O Tannenbaum&lt;br /&gt;Du kannst mir sehr gefallen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-406887232801190523?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/406887232801190523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=406887232801190523' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/406887232801190523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/406887232801190523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-tannenbaum.html' title='O Tannenbaum'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-7773531292998045142</id><published>2011-12-19T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T14:17:14.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Christmas</title><content type='html'>I`m dreaming of a white christmas,&lt;br /&gt;Just like the ones i used to know,&lt;br /&gt;Where the tree tops glisten und children listen,&lt;br /&gt;To hear bells sound in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m dreaming of a white christmas,&lt;br /&gt;With every christmas card i write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your days be merry and bright -&lt;br /&gt;And may all your christmasses be white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-7773531292998045142?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/7773531292998045142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=7773531292998045142' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;It may bring parties or thoughts devotional&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens or what may be,&lt;br /&gt;Here is what Christmas time means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City sidewalk, busy sidewalks&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in holiday style.&lt;br /&gt;In the air there's&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children laughing, people passing,&lt;br /&gt;Meeting smile after smile,&lt;br /&gt;And on every street corner you'll hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver bells, silver bells,&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas time in the city.&lt;br /&gt;Ring-a-ling, hear them ring,&lt;br /&gt;Soon it will be Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City street lights,&lt;br /&gt;Even stop lights,&lt;br /&gt;Blink a bright red and green,&lt;br /&gt;As the shoppers rush home&lt;br /&gt;With their treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the snow crunch,&lt;br /&gt;See the kids bunch,&lt;br /&gt;This is Santa's big scene,&lt;br /&gt;And above all this bustle you'll hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver bells, silver bells,&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas time in the city.&lt;br /&gt;Ring-a-ling, hear them ring,&lt;br /&gt;Soon it will be Christmas day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-734539581977480155?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/734539581977480155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=734539581977480155' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/734539581977480155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/734539581977480155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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la-la-la-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the blazing Yule before us.&lt;br /&gt;Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;Strike the harp and join the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;Follow me in merry measure.&lt;br /&gt;Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;While I tell of Yule-tide treasure.&lt;br /&gt;Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast away the old year passes.&lt;br /&gt;Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;Hail the new year, lads and lasses&lt;br /&gt;Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;Sing we joyous, all together.&lt;br /&gt;Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;Heedless of the wind and weather.&lt;br /&gt;Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-144646012728130242?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-2148822472915543850</id><published>2011-12-19T14:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T14:13:20.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeste Fideles</title><content type='html'>Adeste Fideles&lt;br /&gt;Laeti triumphantes&lt;br /&gt;Venite, venite in Bethlehem&lt;br /&gt;Natum videte&lt;br /&gt;Regem angelorum&lt;br /&gt;Venite adoremus&lt;br /&gt;Dominum&lt;br /&gt;Cantet nunc io&lt;br /&gt;Chorus angelorum&lt;br /&gt;Cantet nunc aula caelestium&lt;br /&gt;Gloria, gloria&lt;br /&gt;In excelsis Deo&lt;br /&gt;Venite adoremus&lt;br /&gt;Dominum&lt;br /&gt;Ergo qui natus&lt;br /&gt;Die hodierna&lt;br /&gt;Jesu, tibi sit gloria&lt;br /&gt;Patris aeterni&lt;br /&gt;Verbum caro factus&lt;br /&gt;Venite adoremus&lt;br /&gt;Dominum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-6640662714888871281</id><published>2011-12-19T14:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T14:11:36.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle Bell Rock</title><content type='html'>Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring&lt;br /&gt;Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun&lt;br /&gt;Now the jingle hop has begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time&lt;br /&gt;Dancing and prancing in Jingle Bell Square&lt;br /&gt;In the frosty air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bright time, it's the right time&lt;br /&gt;To rock the night away&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bell time is a swell time&lt;br /&gt;To go gliding in a one-horse sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet&lt;br /&gt;Jingle around the clock&lt;br /&gt;Mix and a-mingle in the jingling feet&lt;br /&gt;That's the jingle bell,&lt;br /&gt;That's the jingle bell,&lt;br /&gt;That's the jingle bell rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-6640662714888871281?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/6640662714888871281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=6640662714888871281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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through the snow&lt;br /&gt;On a one-horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;O'er the fields we go&lt;br /&gt;Laughing all the way&lt;br /&gt;Bells on bob-tail ring making spirits bright&lt;br /&gt;What fun it is to ride and sing&lt;br /&gt;A sleighing song tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what fun it is to ride&lt;br /&gt;In a one-horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;What fun it is to ride&lt;br /&gt;In a one-horse open sleigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-8809212816095223140?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8809212816095223140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-8448532080807265145</id><published>2011-11-30T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T06:05:13.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perereca - Baiano e os novos caetanos</title><content type='html'>Ó eu aí nesse disco... solicitado...&lt;br /&gt;O que que a cobra come? A cobra come sapo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá no Central Park tem uma lagoa&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de sapo e uma perereca boa&lt;br /&gt;Filha querida de madame Rã&lt;br /&gt;Que tem muito fã, mas não é uma sapa à toa&lt;br /&gt;Cuida da filha mais bela&lt;br /&gt;Que é senhor pra ser donzela&lt;br /&gt;Todo sapo ta na tela&lt;br /&gt;Mas em volta é só capim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a perereca cantando assim...&lt;br /&gt;E a perereca cantando assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tava ali curtindo de canoa&lt;br /&gt;E vi um sapo-boi, o rei das "mina" da lagoa&lt;br /&gt;Um bicho doido de olho estufado&lt;br /&gt;Com o peito inchado, como todo peixe que voa&lt;br /&gt;E partiu para a conquista&lt;br /&gt;Dando uma de surfista&lt;br /&gt;E com ela deu de vista&lt;br /&gt;E pediu cante pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a perereca cantou assim...&lt;br /&gt;E a perereca cantou assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho no olho no meio do lago&lt;br /&gt;Teve pouco papo, o sapo boi (ih!) era gago&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitaram o resto do dia&lt;br /&gt;Rangando mosquito e mergulhados na água fria&lt;br /&gt;Mas o sapo era fera&lt;br /&gt;Numa "pererepaquera"&lt;br /&gt;Se não fosse a Rã já era&lt;br /&gt;E a broncas foi ruim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a perereca chorava assim...&lt;br /&gt;E a perereca chorava assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De madrugada o sapo deu bandeira&lt;br /&gt;De óculos Ray-Ban escorregou na ribanceira&lt;br /&gt;Caiu de frente pros olhinho dela&lt;br /&gt;E já bateu pra ela&lt;br /&gt;Sou atleta de primeira&lt;br /&gt;Mas a noite era criança&lt;br /&gt;Começou, então, a dança&lt;br /&gt;Acordaram a vizinhança&lt;br /&gt;E a história teve fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a perereca suspirando assim...&lt;br /&gt;Com a perereca suspirando assim...&lt;br /&gt;E a mãezinha dela soluçava assim...&lt;br /&gt;E o sapo gritava "até que enfim"...&lt;br /&gt;E a galera toda fazia assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ó, é o seguinte, eles querem usar minha cuca, então, eu tô de cuca pronta e vô bate um papo... aí é o seguinte: a perereca é filha do sapo boi com a sapa vaca, tá sabendo? A perereca é filha daquela que foi sem nunca ter sido... é isso aí...&lt;br /&gt;Boto banca e eu fui pro brejo. Tem que facilitar, tem que colaborar... sempre pinta um sapo com a sua presença...&lt;br /&gt;É... onde é que eu tô, malandro? Que bandeira... Eu tô aqui na maior das inocências... Qual que é? Qualé... eu entrei numa de morgar, tá sabendo? Entrei numa de morgar..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-8448532080807265145?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8448532080807265145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=8448532080807265145' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/8448532080807265145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/8448532080807265145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2011/11/perereca-baiano-e-os-novos-caetanos.html' title='Perereca - Baiano e os novos caetanos'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-2416989802313022776</id><published>2011-11-30T06:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T06:02:30.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração Ao Tempo - Caetano Veloso</title><content type='html'>Já que a musica está "na moda" por causa da novela Vidas em Jogo, aqui vai a letra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És um senhor tão bonito&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a cara do meu filho&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Vou te fazer um pedido&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Compositor de destinos&lt;br /&gt;Tambor de todos os rítmos&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Entro num acordo contigo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Por seres tão inventivo&lt;br /&gt;E pareceres contínuo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;És um dos deuses mais lindos&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas ainda mais vivo&lt;br /&gt;No som do meu estribilho&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ouve bem o que te digo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Peço-te o prazer legítimo&lt;br /&gt;E o movimento preciso&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Quando o tempo for propício&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;De modo que o meu espírito&lt;br /&gt;Ganhe um brilho definido&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;E eu espalhe benefícios&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;O que usaremos prá isso&lt;br /&gt;Fica guardado em sigilo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas contigo e comigo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu tiver saído&lt;br /&gt;Para fora do teu círculo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Não serei nem terás sido&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim acredito&lt;br /&gt;Ser possível reunirmo-nos&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Num outro nível de vínculo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Portanto peço-te aquilo&lt;br /&gt;E te ofereço elogios&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Nas rimas do meu estilo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-2416989802313022776?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/2416989802313022776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=2416989802313022776' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/2416989802313022776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/2416989802313022776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2011/11/oracao-ao-tempo-caetano-veloso.html' title='Oração Ao Tempo - Caetano Veloso'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-2929927260893029436</id><published>2011-11-30T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T06:01:08.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>None - Kate psrry</title><content type='html'>Please do not analyze me&lt;br /&gt;It is not looking&lt;br /&gt;my every weakness&lt;br /&gt;If anyone stand up to scrutiny&lt;br /&gt;deep, the more I!&lt;br /&gt;Jealous, demanding, insecure, needy&lt;br /&gt;all full of life left marks:&lt;br /&gt;See each requirement&lt;br /&gt;a cry of need,&lt;br /&gt;a call for love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love is short,&lt;br /&gt;a data integration:&lt;br /&gt;that there is nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;I do not cut into slices,&lt;br /&gt;(Nobody hugs a piece)&lt;br /&gt;wrap me in your arms all&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be perfect, love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so get at me&lt;br /&gt;Wanting me, looking&lt;br /&gt;I do not know I'll love&lt;br /&gt;I was not even thinking&lt;br /&gt;But you got me sinking&lt;br /&gt;And now matter where you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won will have to take me&lt;br /&gt;You see me just the way I am&lt;br /&gt;It is and it makes me all that well either&lt;br /&gt;That I know so little about you&lt;br /&gt;And you want me to fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so get at me&lt;br /&gt;Wanting me, looking&lt;br /&gt;I do not know I'll love&lt;br /&gt;I was not even thinking&lt;br /&gt;But you were taking&lt;br /&gt;And now no matter where you go&lt;br /&gt;I won, will have to take me&lt;br /&gt;Is good with you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{chorus} walk tired of life,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for your love,&lt;br /&gt;Looking for an exit,&lt;br /&gt;To forget my pain ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day in and day out,&lt;br /&gt;Without ever find you,&lt;br /&gt;And power in a nice hug,&lt;br /&gt;My love to tell you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for hours,&lt;br /&gt;Already choked my pain,&lt;br /&gt;Just could not yet&lt;br /&gt;Forget this love ...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get flustered,&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to think of you,&lt;br /&gt;But my ungrateful heart,&lt;br /&gt;Can not get enough of love ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not live my life,&lt;br /&gt;Running away from your love,&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid migrant,&lt;br /&gt;Suffer for lack of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"None"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I devoured all dictionaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searching for a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set up the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does not exist yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-2929927260893029436?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-1221171328633785806</id><published>2011-11-09T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:06:07.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebelde Para Sempre</title><content type='html'>Só quero o que é meu&lt;br /&gt;Ir mais além do que eu sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu caminho já trilhei&lt;br /&gt;Só me resta agora atravessar&lt;br /&gt;E com o mundo contra nós&lt;br /&gt;Podemos ir mais longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebelde chegou a minha vez&lt;br /&gt;O que sou, ninguém vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;É desse jeito que vou levar&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa não tem como controlar&lt;br /&gt;Rebelde chegou a minha vez&lt;br /&gt;O que sou, ninguém vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;É sempre assim que deve ser&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração vai ser rebelde para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem olha pra trás&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho nada à perder&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo de arriscar&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou até o fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com o mundo contra nós&lt;br /&gt;Podemos ir mais longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebelde chegou a minha vez&lt;br /&gt;O que sou, ninguém vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;É desse jeito que vou levar&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa não tem como controlar&lt;br /&gt;Rebelde chegou a minha vez&lt;br /&gt;O que sou, ninguém vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;É sempre assim que deve ser&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração vai ser rebelde para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que posso ouvir minha voz&lt;br /&gt;Então vem, Então vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebelde chegou a minha vez&lt;br /&gt;O que sou, ninguém vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;É desse jeito que vou levar&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa não tem como controlar&lt;br /&gt;Rebelde chegou a minha vez&lt;br /&gt;O que sou, ninguém vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;É sempre assim que deve ser&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração vai ser rebelde para sempre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-8996339798150323542</id><published>2011-11-09T16:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:04:50.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Só Pro Meu Prazer (novela rebelde)</title><content type='html'>Não fala nada&lt;br /&gt;Deixa tudo assim por mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me importo, se nós não somos bem assim&lt;br /&gt;É tudo real nas minhas mentiras&lt;br /&gt;E assim não faz mal&lt;br /&gt;E assim não me faz mal não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite e dia se completam no nosso amor e ódio eterno&lt;br /&gt;Eu te imagino&lt;br /&gt;Eu te conserto&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço a cena que eu quiser&lt;br /&gt;Eu tiro a roupa pra você&lt;br /&gt;Minha maior ficção de amor&lt;br /&gt;E eu te recriei só pro meu prazer&lt;br /&gt;Só pro meu prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vem agora com essas insinuações&lt;br /&gt;Dos seus defeitos ou de algum medo normal&lt;br /&gt;Será que você não é nada que eu penso?&lt;br /&gt;Também se não for não me faz mal&lt;br /&gt;Não me faz mal não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite e dia se completam no nosso amor e ódio eterno&lt;br /&gt;Eu te imagino&lt;br /&gt;Eu te conserto&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço a cena que eu quiser&lt;br /&gt;Eu tiro a roupa pra você&lt;br /&gt;Minha maior ficção de amor&lt;br /&gt;E eu te recriei só pro meu prazer&lt;br /&gt;Só pro meu prazer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-8996339798150323542?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-8422692064568838787</id><published>2011-11-09T16:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:03:44.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Jeito Que Eu Sou (Novela rebelde)</title><content type='html'>Senti que meu jeito te incomodou&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não dou a mínima&lt;br /&gt;Sua cara de ciúme te entregou&lt;br /&gt;Quando falo com alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo bem, eu sou assim&lt;br /&gt;É bom que saiba&lt;br /&gt;Que pra ter algo de mim&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser do meu jeito&lt;br /&gt;Só do meu jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou mudar por você nem por ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Não importa se me ama ou me odeia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uoh, uoh&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser ficar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Uoh, uoh&lt;br /&gt;Tem que gostar de mim do jeito que eu sou (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando bem acho que entre nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Até pode dar certo&lt;br /&gt;Depende de como você fizer&lt;br /&gt;Quando estivermos sozinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quero ver como vai ser&lt;br /&gt;É bom que saiba&lt;br /&gt;Que pra ter algo de mim&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser do meu jeito ...&lt;br /&gt;Só do meu jeito ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou mudar por você nem por ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Não importa se me ama ou me odeia&lt;br /&gt;Uoh, uoh&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser ficar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Uoh, uoh&lt;br /&gt;Tem que gostar de mim do jeito que eu sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode não ser como pensou&lt;br /&gt;Não sou igual as suas amigas&lt;br /&gt;Que fazem tudo que você precisar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou mudar por você nem por ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Não importa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou mudar por você nem por ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Não importa se me ama ou me odeia&lt;br /&gt;Uoh, uoh&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser ficar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Uoh, uoh&lt;br /&gt;Tem que gostar de mim do jeito que eu sou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-8422692064568838787?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8422692064568838787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=8422692064568838787' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/8422692064568838787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/8422692064568838787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-jeito-que-eu-sou-novela-rebelde.html' title='Do Jeito Que Eu Sou (Novela rebelde)'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-6819706572298600145</id><published>2011-11-09T16:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:02:34.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agito e Uso (novela Rebelde)</title><content type='html'>Rebelde (Brasil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma moça sem recato&lt;br /&gt;Desacato a autoridade e me dou mal&lt;br /&gt;Sou o que resta da cidade&lt;br /&gt;Respirando liberdade por igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viro, reviro, quebro e tusso&lt;br /&gt;Apronto até ficar bem russo&lt;br /&gt;Viro, reviro, quebro e tusso&lt;br /&gt;Apronto até ficar bem russo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu meto a minha coragem&lt;br /&gt;De viver além da margem e não parar&lt;br /&gt;De dar bandeira a vida inteira&lt;br /&gt;Segurando meu cabresto sem frear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro eu penso em quase tudo&lt;br /&gt;Será que mudo ou não mudo&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro eu penso em quase tudo&lt;br /&gt;Será que mudo ou não mudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo, bola tão pequena&lt;br /&gt;Que me dá pena mais um filho eu esperar&lt;br /&gt;E o jeito que eu conduzo a vida&lt;br /&gt;Não é tido como forma popular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que é abuso&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ir, agito e uso&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que é abuso&lt;br /&gt;antes ... antes... de ir, agito e uso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-6819706572298600145?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-3591846529381945432</id><published>2011-11-09T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:01:01.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantiguinhas infantis: á em casa tinha um pinto, lá em casa tinha um pinto, E o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha uma galinha, lá em casa tinha uma galinha, E a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha um galo, lá em casa tinha um galo, E o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha um peru, lá em casa tinha um peru E o peru glu glu, e o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha um capote, lá em casa tinha um capote, E o capote: tô fraco, e o peru glu glu, e o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, E o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha um gato, lá em casa tinha um gato, E o gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, e o peru glu glu, e o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, E o pintinho piu, pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha um cachorro, lá em casa tinha um cachorro, E o cachorro au au, o gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, e o peru glu glu, e o galo corococó, e a galinha có, E o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha uma cabra, lá em casa tinha uma cabra, E a cabra mééé, o cachorro au au, o gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, e o peru gulu glu, e o galo corococó, E a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha um bode, lá em casa tinha um bode, E o bode béé, a cabra mééé, o cachorro au au, o gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, e o peru gulu glu, E o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, E o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha uma vaca, lá em casa tinha uma vaca, E a vaca móôn, o bode béé, a cabra mééé, o cachorro au au, o gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, e o peru gulu glu, E o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha um boi, lá em casa tinha um boi, E o boi múún, a vaca móôn, o bode béé, e a cabra méé, o cachorro au au, o gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, E o peru gulu glu, e o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu , e o pintinho piu, E o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha uma moça, lá em casa tinha uma moça, E a moça oh!, o boi múún, a vaca móôn, o bode béé, e a cabra mééééh, e o cachorro au au, o gato miau, E o capote: tô fraco, e o peru glu glu, e o galo corococó, e galinha có, e pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, E o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha um viado, lá em casa tinha um viado, E o viado ai ai, a moça oh!, o boi múún, a vaca móôn, o bode bééh, e a cabra méééh, e o cachorro au au, O gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, e peru glu glu, e o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, E o pintinho, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu...Pintinho Piu</title><content type='html'>Lá em casa tinha um pinto, lá em casa tinha um pinto,&lt;br /&gt;E o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu.&lt;br /&gt;Lá em casa tinha uma galinha, lá em casa tinha uma galinha,&lt;br /&gt;E a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu.&lt;br /&gt;Lá em casa tinha um galo, lá em casa tinha um galo,&lt;br /&gt;E o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu.&lt;br /&gt;Lá em casa tinha um peru, lá em casa tinha um peru&lt;br /&gt;E o peru glu glu, e o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu.&lt;br /&gt;Lá em casa tinha um capote, lá em casa tinha um capote,&lt;br /&gt;E o capote: tô fraco, e o peru glu glu, e o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu,&lt;br /&gt;E o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu.&lt;br /&gt;Lá em casa tinha um gato, lá em casa tinha um gato,&lt;br /&gt;E o gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, e o peru glu glu, e o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu,&lt;br /&gt;E o pintinho piu, pintinho piu.&lt;br /&gt;Lá em casa tinha um cachorro, lá em casa tinha um cachorro,&lt;br /&gt;E o cachorro au au, o gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, e o peru glu glu, e o galo corococó, e a galinha có,&lt;br /&gt;E o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu.&lt;br /&gt;Lá em casa tinha uma cabra, lá em casa tinha uma cabra,&lt;br /&gt;E a cabra mééé, o cachorro au au, o gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, e o peru gulu glu, e o galo corococó,&lt;br /&gt;E a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu.&lt;br /&gt;Lá em casa tinha um bode, lá em casa tinha um bode,&lt;br /&gt;E o bode béé, a cabra mééé, o cachorro au au, o gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, e o peru gulu glu,&lt;br /&gt;E o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu,&lt;br /&gt;E o pintinho piu.&lt;br /&gt;Lá em casa tinha uma vaca, lá em casa tinha uma vaca,&lt;br /&gt;E a vaca móôn, o bode béé, a cabra mééé, o cachorro au au, o gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, e o peru gulu glu,&lt;br /&gt;E o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu.&lt;br /&gt;Lá em casa tinha um boi, lá em casa tinha um boi,&lt;br /&gt;E o boi múún, a vaca móôn, o bode béé, e a cabra méé, o cachorro au au, o gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco,&lt;br /&gt;E o peru gulu glu, e o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu , e o pintinho piu,&lt;br /&gt;E o pintinho piu.&lt;br /&gt;Lá em casa tinha uma moça, lá em casa tinha uma moça,&lt;br /&gt;E a moça oh!, o boi múún, a vaca móôn, o bode béé, e a cabra mééééh, e o cachorro au au, o gato miau,&lt;br /&gt;E o capote: tô fraco, e o peru glu glu, e o galo corococó, e galinha có, e pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu,&lt;br /&gt;E o pintinho piu.&lt;br /&gt;Lá em casa tinha um viado, lá em casa tinha um viado,&lt;br /&gt;E o viado ai ai, a moça oh!, o boi múún, a vaca móôn, o bode bééh, e a cabra méééh, e o cachorro au au,&lt;br /&gt;O gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, e peru glu glu, e o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu,&lt;br /&gt;E o pintinho, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-3591846529381945432?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/3591846529381945432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=3591846529381945432' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/3591846529381945432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/3591846529381945432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2011/11/cantiguinhas-infantis-em-casa-tinha-um.html' title='Cantiguinhas infantis: á em casa tinha um pinto, lá em casa tinha um pinto, E o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha uma galinha, lá em casa tinha uma galinha, E a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha um galo, lá em casa tinha um galo, E o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha um peru, lá em casa tinha um peru E o peru glu glu, e o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha um capote, lá em casa tinha um capote, E o capote: tô fraco, e o peru glu glu, e o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, E o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha um gato, lá em casa tinha um gato, E o gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, e o peru glu glu, e o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, E o pintinho piu, pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha um cachorro, lá em casa tinha um cachorro, E o cachorro au au, o gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, e o peru glu glu, e o galo corococó, e a galinha có, E o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha uma cabra, lá em casa tinha uma cabra, E a cabra mééé, o cachorro au au, o gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, e o peru gulu glu, e o galo corococó, E a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha um bode, lá em casa tinha um bode, E o bode béé, a cabra mééé, o cachorro au au, o gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, e o peru gulu glu, E o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, E o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha uma vaca, lá em casa tinha uma vaca, E a vaca móôn, o bode béé, a cabra mééé, o cachorro au au, o gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, e o peru gulu glu, E o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha um boi, lá em casa tinha um boi, E o boi múún, a vaca móôn, o bode béé, e a cabra méé, o cachorro au au, o gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, E o peru gulu glu, e o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu , e o pintinho piu, E o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha uma moça, lá em casa tinha uma moça, E a moça oh!, o boi múún, a vaca móôn, o bode béé, e a cabra mééééh, e o cachorro au au, o gato miau, E o capote: tô fraco, e o peru glu glu, e o galo corococó, e galinha có, e pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu, E o pintinho piu. Lá em casa tinha um viado, lá em casa tinha um viado, E o viado ai ai, a moça oh!, o boi múún, a vaca móôn, o bode bééh, e a cabra méééh, e o cachorro au au, O gato miau, e o capote: tô fraco, e peru glu glu, e o galo corococó, e a galinha có, e o pintinho piu, E o pintinho, e o pintinho piu, e o pintinho piu...Pintinho Piu'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-2214036554287907479</id><published>2011-11-02T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T05:34:00.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musica da abertura de A Vida da Gente: Oração Ao Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Caetano Veloso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És um senhor tão bonito&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a cara do meu filho&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Vou te fazer um pedido&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compositor de destinos&lt;br /&gt;Tambor de todos os rítmos&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Entro num acordo contigo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por seres tão inventivo&lt;br /&gt;E pareceres contínuo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;És um dos deuses mais lindos&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas ainda mais vivo&lt;br /&gt;No som do meu estribilho&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ouve bem o que te digo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço-te o prazer legítimo&lt;br /&gt;E o movimento preciso&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Quando o tempo for propício&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De modo que o meu espírito&lt;br /&gt;Ganhe um brilho definido&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;E eu espalhe benefícios&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que usaremos prá isso&lt;br /&gt;Fica guardado em sigilo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas contigo e comigo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu tiver saído&lt;br /&gt;Para fora do teu círculo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Não serei nem terás sido&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim acredito&lt;br /&gt;Ser possível reunirmo-nos&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Num outro nível de vínculo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto peço-te aquilo&lt;br /&gt;E te ofereço elogios&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Nas rimas do meu estilo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-2214036554287907479?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/2214036554287907479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=2214036554287907479' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/2214036554287907479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/2214036554287907479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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sol&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu lhe telefonei, desliguei foi engano&lt;br /&gt;O seu nome não sei&lt;br /&gt;Esquecí no piano as bobagens de amor&lt;br /&gt;Que eu iria dizer, não … Lígia Lígia&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca quis tê-la ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Num fim de semana&lt;br /&gt;Um chopp gelado em Copacabana&lt;br /&gt;Andar pela praia até o Leblon&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu me apaixonei&lt;br /&gt;Não passou de ilusão, o seu nome rasguei&lt;br /&gt;Fiz um samba canção das mentiras de amor&lt;br /&gt;Que aprendí com você&lt;br /&gt;É … Lígia Lígia&lt;br /&gt;*Você se aproxima de mim&lt;br /&gt;Com esses modos estranhos e eu digo que sim&lt;br /&gt;Mas teus olhos castanhos&lt;br /&gt;Me metem mais medo que um dia de sol&lt;br /&gt;É… Lígia Lígia&lt;br /&gt;**E quando você me envolver&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus braços serenos eu vou me render&lt;br /&gt;Mas seus olhos morenos&lt;br /&gt;Me metem mais medo que um raio de sol&lt;br /&gt;É… Lígia Lígia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-6192203063595252808</id><published>2011-10-22T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:59:54.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think It’s Going To Rain Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;canta: katie Melua&lt;br /&gt;Broken windows and empty hallways&lt;br /&gt;A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray&lt;br /&gt;Human kindness is overflowing&lt;br /&gt;And I think it’s going to rain today&lt;br /&gt;Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles&lt;br /&gt;With frozen smiles to chase love away&lt;br /&gt;Human kindness is overflowing&lt;br /&gt;And I think it’s going to rain today&lt;br /&gt;[- From :http://www.elyrics.net/read/k/katie-melua-lyrics/i-think-it_s-going-to-rain-today-lyrics.html -]&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, lonely&lt;br /&gt;Tin can at my feet&lt;br /&gt;Think I’ll kick it down the street&lt;br /&gt;That’s the way to treat a friend&lt;br /&gt;Bright before me the signs implore me&lt;br /&gt;To help the needy and show them the way&lt;br /&gt;Human kindness is overflowing&lt;br /&gt;And I think it’s going to rain today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-6192203063595252808?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/6192203063595252808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-1156327680135757311</id><published>2011-09-11T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T09:11:00.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cronica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinião pessoal'/><title type='text'>Não, eu não gosto de Roberto Carlos, e daí?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fatima Dannemann&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Você sabe qual o titulo do último CD de Roberto Carlos? Você sabe cantar alguma música recente (não, não vale Emoções, e Como é grande meu amor por você é mais velha do que a Sé de Braga)? Aliás, em algum dos últimos shows que a Globo transmitiu o rei (?) cantou alguma música nova? Qual? Ah, não lembra. Então, não me venha com xurumelas. Você diz que gosta, diz que morre de amores por Roberto Carlos mas apenas segue uma tendência, a de que pra ser “sensível”, “bom”, “romântico” tem que gostar do cantor. Pois se for assim eu sou insensível, má e interesseira pois assumo: não, eu não gosto de Roberto Carlos. Acho o estilo de suas musicas cafona, e o que o separa de “astros” mais do que populares como Reginaldo Rossi é apenas o preço do ingresso dos shows, o público que se enfeita para ver e ser visto e o respaldo da Globo. Fora isso, merci beaucoup, mas entre ver um filme que eu já vi zilhares de vezes como um da série Batman SBT exibiu no ultimo sábado e o “inédito” e “superproduzido” show de Roberto Carlos em Jerusalem, eu preferi o Batman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Até dei uma olhada no show para ver aquele terninho que lembra farda de motorista (com todo respeito aos motoristas), aquele cabelinho de franja rala, o microfone virado de lado e toda a parafernália que cercam seus shows. Nada contra Roberto Carlos pessoa, que eu aliás nunca conheci, tudo contra o que ele se tornou. Onde anda o parceiro de Erasmo Carlos (aliás, o cabeça da dupla segundo tudo o que a historia revelou) em clássicos dos anos 1960 como Negro Gato, Sua Estupidez ou As curvas da Estrada de Santos? Dessas eu gosto, especialmente da última. Mas, me parece que chegando às décadas de 1970, 1980, 1990, Roberto Carlos resolveu seguir a trilha das músicas “românticas” (eu chamo de brega, mesmo, mas deixe o romântica entre aspas, porque é o rótulo nas lojas de disco). E então, formula pronta, RC começou a produzir discos e shows anuais e mais recentemente um cruzeiro marítimo que arrasta milhares de pessoas pelo litoral brasileiro e até gerou outros produtos semelhantes com duplas sertanejas e outros artistas.&lt;br /&gt;Criou-se a imagem do ídolo “certinho”, tão politicamente correto que ninguém nunca soube sua opinião ou seu voto em nenhum momento da historia do pais, tão religioso que criou uma música que é tocada em todas as igrejas católicas no lugar da Ave Maria. Nunca vi entrevistas do Rei, nem coletivas nem exclusivas. Mas, também nunca vi Roberto Carlos em fotos de baladas de revista de fofoca. Até ai, tudo bem, o povo precisa de bons exemplos. Mas essa imagem dá também impressão de alguém inatingível, alguém que só pode ser visto ou no palco ou nas telas da TV, de longe, falando com aquela voz anasalada “são tantas as emoções”.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Santas diferenças, Batman. O Roberto de hoje está longe do cantor da jovem guarda que junto com Erasmo Carlos, Vanderleia e outros que ninguém mais lembra o nome, eram os rebeldes dos anos 60. Rebeldes, sim. Mas até certo ponto. Eram os que andavam pelas estradas de santos a 320 km por hora, os que esnobavam carrões enormes, calças boca de sino mas pareciam ignorar que o Brasil vivia uma ditadura militar repressiva e das mais severas. Ou então, era a válvula de escape para isso, um modo de seguir a vida e apenas ser jovem, sabe-se lá. Ainda assim, era mais interessante e até mais rico musicalmente do que a baboseira em que a carreira de Roberto Carlos se tornou.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sim, baboseira. Talvez muitos pensem como eu, mas falte a coragem de assumir: Não, eu não gosto de Roberto Carlos. Tem gente que gosta, sim, que se descabela e até chora quando ver algumas cenas patéticas como Gloria Maria dançando valsa com o cantor. Bata-me um abacate e meio. Eu prefiro uma reprise do Batman. Pelo menos, Batman tem um conteúdo mais real como os conflitos humanos, a briga eterna entre bem e mal, a segurança e a violência em eterna guerra nas grandes cidades e em cada um de nós. No show de Roberto é tudo lindamente fake. Como quase tudo na Globo, aliás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-1156327680135757311?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/1156327680135757311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=1156327680135757311' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/1156327680135757311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/1156327680135757311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-eu-nao-gosto-de-roberto-carlos-e.html' title='Não, eu não gosto de Roberto Carlos, e daí?'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-6280140172815749309</id><published>2011-07-05T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T15:31:03.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para quem assistiu Midnight in Paris: Let's do It</title><content type='html'>Cole Porter&lt;br /&gt;Why even in France the best upper sets do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lithuanians and Letts do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it, let's fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In old Japan, all the Japs do it&lt;br /&gt;Up in Lapland little Laps do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it, let's fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Deutch in old Amsterdam do it&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the Fins&lt;br /&gt;Folks in Siam do it - think of Siamese twins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In shallow shoals English souls do it&lt;br /&gt;Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it, let's fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chimpanzees in the zoos do it&lt;br /&gt;Some courageous kangaroos do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it, let's fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure giraffes on the sly do it&lt;br /&gt;Even eagles as they fly do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it, let's fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electric eels I might add do it&lt;br /&gt;Though it shocks em I know&lt;br /&gt;Why ask if shad do it - garcon de "shad roe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world admits bears in pits do it&lt;br /&gt;Even Pekingeses at the Ritz do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it, let's fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The royal set sans regret did it&lt;br /&gt;And they considered it fun&lt;br /&gt;Marie Antoinette did it - with or without Napoleon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parliament pleasure bent did it&lt;br /&gt;Mam'selles every time their short of rent did it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it, let's fall in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-6280140172815749309?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/6280140172815749309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=6280140172815749309' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/6280140172815749309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Aonde foi que eu errei?&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes me pergunto se eu não entendi errado&lt;br /&gt;Grande amizade com estar apaixonada&lt;br /&gt;Se for só isso logo vai passar&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando toca o telefone será você?&lt;br /&gt;O que eu estiver fazendo eu paro de fazer&lt;br /&gt;E se fica muito tempo sem me ligar&lt;br /&gt;Arranjo uma desculpa pra te procurar&lt;br /&gt;Que tola mas eu não consigo evitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só vivo pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;E é sem querer, você não sai da minha cabeça mais&lt;br /&gt;Eu só vivo acordada a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Imaginar nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes penso ser um sonho impossível&lt;br /&gt;Uma ilusão terrível será?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu pedi tanto em oração&lt;br /&gt;Que as portas do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Se abrissem pra eu te conquistar&lt;br /&gt;Mas que seja feita a vontade de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Se ele quiser então, não importa como, onde, quando&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ter seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço tudo pra chamar sua atenção&lt;br /&gt;De vez em quando eu meto os pés pelas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Engulo a seco o ciúme&lt;br /&gt;Quando outra apaixonada quer tirar de mim sua atenção&lt;br /&gt;Coração apaixonado é bobo&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso seu ele derrete todo&lt;br /&gt;O teu charme, teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Tua fala mansa me faz delirar&lt;br /&gt;Mas quanta coisa aconteceu e foi dita&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer mínimo detalhe era pista&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que ficaram para trás&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que você nem lembra mais&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu guardo tudo aqui no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tempo estudando teu jeito&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tempo esperando uma chance&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei tanto com esse romance&lt;br /&gt;Que tola mais eu não consigo evitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só vivo pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;E é sem querer, você não sai da minha cabeça mais&lt;br /&gt;Eu só vivo acordada a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Imaginar nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes penso ser um sonho impossível&lt;br /&gt;Uma ilusão terrível será?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje pedi tanto em oração&lt;br /&gt;Que as portas do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Se abrissem pra eu te conquistar&lt;br /&gt;Mas que seja feita a vontade de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Se ele quiser então, não importa como, onde, quando&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ter seu coração !!! (2X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-9003568178481431476?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/9003568178481431476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=9003568178481431476' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/9003568178481431476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/9003568178481431476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2011/06/pensando-em-voce-claudia-leitte.html' title='Pensando Em Você Claudia Leitte'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-5647435382827838569</id><published>2011-06-18T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T07:26:10.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scheiße Lady Gaga</title><content type='html'>don't speak German, but I can if you'd like, Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isch lieben aus tubikler &lt;br /&gt;E a kat mi madre monster &lt;br /&gt;Alsch bi auschke wie falugen &lt;br /&gt;Bigon bi uske mugler &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isch lieben aus tubikler &lt;br /&gt;E a kat mi madre monster &lt;br /&gt;Alsch bi auschke wie falugen &lt;br /&gt;Bigon bi uske mugler &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isch lieben aus tubikler &lt;br /&gt;E a kat mi madre monster &lt;br /&gt;Alsch bi auschke wie falugen &lt;br /&gt;Bigon bi uske mugler &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isch lieben aus tubikler &lt;br /&gt;E a kat mi madre monster &lt;br /&gt;Alsch bi auschke wie falugen &lt;br /&gt;Bigon bi uske mugler &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isch lieben aus tubikler &lt;br /&gt;E a kat mi madre monster &lt;br /&gt;Alsch bi auschke wie falugen &lt;br /&gt;Bigon bi uske mugler &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isch lieben aus tubikler &lt;br /&gt;E a kat mi madre monster &lt;br /&gt;Alsch bi auschke wie falugen &lt;br /&gt;Bigon bi uske mugler &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you out tonight &lt;br /&gt;Say whatever you like &lt;br /&gt;Scheiße-scheiße be mine &lt;br /&gt;Scheiße be mine (Scheiße be mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on a show tonight &lt;br /&gt;Do whatever you like &lt;br /&gt;Scheiße-scheiße be mine &lt;br /&gt;Scheiße be mine (Scheiße be mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm on a mission &lt;br /&gt;I rebuke my condition &lt;br /&gt;If you're a strong female &lt;br /&gt;You don't need permission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I wish I got to dance on a single prayer &lt;br /&gt;I, I wish I could be strong without somebody there &lt;br /&gt;I, I wish I got to dance on a single prayer &lt;br /&gt;I, I wish I could be strong without the scheiße, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Without the scheiße, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Without the scheiße, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Without the scheiße, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;(I don't speak German but I wish I could)&lt;br /&gt;Without the scheiße, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isch lieben aus tubikler &lt;br /&gt;E a kat mi madre monster &lt;br /&gt;Alsch bi auschke wie falugen &lt;br /&gt;Bigon bi uske mugler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isch lieben aus tubikler &lt;br /&gt;E a kat mi madre monster &lt;br /&gt;Alsch bi auschke wie falugen &lt;br /&gt;Bigon bi uske mugler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is objectified by what men say is right &lt;br /&gt;Scheiße-scheiße be mine &lt;br /&gt;Vosché be mine (Vosché be mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But high-heeled feminists, tell lessons far from this &lt;br /&gt;Express your woman-kind &lt;br /&gt;Fight for your right (Fight for your right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm on a mission &lt;br /&gt;I rebuke my condition &lt;br /&gt;If you're a strong female &lt;br /&gt;You don't need permission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I wish I got to dance on a single prayer &lt;br /&gt;I, I wish I could be strong without somebody there &lt;br /&gt;I, I wish I got to dance on a single prayer &lt;br /&gt;I, I wish I could be strong without the scheiße, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Without the scheiße, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Without the scheiße, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Without the scheiße, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;(I don't speak German but I wish I could)&lt;br /&gt;Without the scheiße, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I, I, I, I, I &lt;br /&gt;I, I, I, I, I, I don't speak German &lt;br /&gt;I, I, I, I, I, I, but I can if you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I, I, I, I, I &lt;br /&gt;I, I, I, I, I, I don't speak German &lt;br /&gt;I, I, I, I, I, I, but I can if you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I wish I got to dance on a single prayer &lt;br /&gt;I, I wish I could be strong without somebody there &lt;br /&gt;I, I wish I got to dance on a single prayer &lt;br /&gt;I, I wish I could be strong without the scheiße, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Without the scheiße, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Without the scheiße, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Without the scheiße, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Without the scheiße, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isch lieben aus tubikler &lt;br /&gt;E a kat mi madre monster &lt;br /&gt;Alsch bi auschke wie falugen &lt;br /&gt;Bigon bi uske mugler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isch lieben aus tubikler &lt;br /&gt;E a kat mi madre monster &lt;br /&gt;Alsch bi auschke wie falugen &lt;br /&gt;Bigon bi uske mugler (uske mugler)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-5647435382827838569?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5647435382827838569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=5647435382827838569' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/5647435382827838569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/5647435382827838569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2011/06/scheie-lady-gaga.html' title='Scheiße Lady Gaga'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-5028508497391779631</id><published>2011-06-18T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T07:24:54.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alejandro Lady Gaga</title><content type='html'>I know that we are young&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you may love me&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't be with you like this anymore&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Uh uh uh oh oh oh uh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;(Uh uh uh oh oh oh uh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got both hands&lt;br /&gt;In her pocket&lt;br /&gt;And she won't look at you&lt;br /&gt;Won't look at you&lt;br /&gt;She hides true love&lt;br /&gt;En su bolsillo&lt;br /&gt;She's got a halo around her finger&lt;br /&gt;Around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I love you boy&lt;br /&gt;Hot like Mexico, rejoice&lt;br /&gt;At this point I gotta choose&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call my name&lt;br /&gt;Don't call my name, Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your babe&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your babe, Fernando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch&lt;br /&gt;Just smoke my cigarette and hush&lt;br /&gt;Don't call my name&lt;br /&gt;Don't call my name, Roberto&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Ale-ale-jandro&lt;br /&gt;Ale-ale-jandro&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Ale-ale-jandro&lt;br /&gt;Ale-ale-jandro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just stop. Please. Just let me go. Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Just let me go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not broken&lt;br /&gt;She's just a baby&lt;br /&gt;But her boyfriend's like a dad, just like a dad&lt;br /&gt;Draw those flames that burn before him&lt;br /&gt;Now he's gonna find a fight, gonna fool the bad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I love you boy&lt;br /&gt;Hot like Mexico, rejoice&lt;br /&gt;At this point I gotta choose&lt;br /&gt;nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call my name&lt;br /&gt;Don't call my name, Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your babe&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your babe, Fernando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch&lt;br /&gt;Just smoke my cigarette and hush&lt;br /&gt;Don't call my name&lt;br /&gt;Don't call my name, Roberto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Ale-ale-jandro&lt;br /&gt;Ale-ale-jandro&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Ale-ale-jandro&lt;br /&gt;Ale-ale-jandro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-5028508497391779631?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5028508497391779631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=5028508497391779631' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/5028508497391779631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/5028508497391779631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2011/06/alejandro-lady-gaga.html' title='Alejandro Lady Gaga'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-4344627025618523991</id><published>2011-04-06T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T04:55:02.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May Favorite Things - do filme A Noviça Rebelde</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens&lt;BR&gt;Bright copper kettles and  warm woolen mittens&lt;BR&gt;Brown paper packages tied up with strings&lt;BR&gt;These are a  few of my favorite things&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Cream colored ponies and crisp apple  streudels&lt;BR&gt;Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles&lt;BR&gt;Wild geese  that fly with the moon on their wings&lt;BR&gt;These are a few of my favorite  things&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes&lt;BR&gt;Snowflakes that  stay on my nose and eyelashes&lt;BR&gt;Silver white winters that melt into  springs&lt;BR&gt;These are a few of my favorite things&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When the dog  bites&lt;BR&gt;When the bee stings&lt;BR&gt;When I'm feeling sad&lt;BR&gt;I simply remember my  favorite things&lt;BR&gt;And then I don't feel so bad&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;[Repeat all  verses]&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-4344627025618523991?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/4344627025618523991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=4344627025618523991' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/4344627025618523991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/4344627025618523991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2011/04/may-favorite-things-do-filme-novica.html' title='May Favorite Things - do filme A Noviça Rebelde'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-1850314898121588791</id><published>2011-04-03T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:13:59.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=entry&gt; &lt;P&gt;Composição: Antonio Carlos Jobim e Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Tristeza não tem fim&lt;BR&gt;Felicidade sim&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;A felicidade é como a gota&lt;BR&gt;De orvalho numa pétala de flor&lt;BR&gt;Brilha  tranquila&lt;BR&gt;Depois de leve oscila&lt;BR&gt;E cai como uma lágrima de amor&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;A felicidade do pobre parece&lt;BR&gt;A grande ilusão do carnaval&lt;BR&gt;A gente  trabalha o ano inteiro&lt;BR&gt;Por um momento de sonho&lt;BR&gt;Pra fazer a fantasia&lt;BR&gt;De  rei ou de pirata ou jardineira&lt;BR&gt;e tudo se acabar na quarta feira&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Tristeza não tem fim&lt;BR&gt;Felicidade sim&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;A felicidade é como a pluma&lt;BR&gt;Que o vento vai levando pelo ar&lt;BR&gt;Voa tão  leve&lt;BR&gt;Mas tem a vida breve&lt;BR&gt;Precisa que haja vento sem parar&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;A minha felicidade está sonhando&lt;BR&gt;Nos olhos da minha namorada&lt;BR&gt;É como  esta noite&lt;BR&gt;Passando, passando&lt;BR&gt;Em busca da madrugada&lt;BR&gt;Falem baixo, por  favor&lt;BR&gt;Prá que ela acorde alegre como o dia&lt;BR&gt;Oferecendo beijos de amor&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Tristeza não tem fim&lt;BR&gt;Felicidade sim&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-1850314898121588791?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/1850314898121588791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=1850314898121588791' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/1850314898121588791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/1850314898121588791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2011/04/felicidade.html' title='A Felicidade'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-4096628932805993546</id><published>2011-03-09T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T15:54:54.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Pato</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt; &lt;DIV id=cabecalho class=cor_2&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 127.7%"&gt;&lt;A id=identificador_artista  href="http://letras.terra.com.br/joao-gilberto/"&gt;João  Gilberto&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;SMALL&gt;Composição: Vinicius de Moraes / Toquinho / Paulo  Soledade&lt;/SMALL&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV id=main_cnt&gt; &lt;DIV id=div_letra&gt; &lt;P&gt;O Pato&lt;BR&gt;Vinha cantando alegremente&lt;BR&gt;Quém! Quém!&lt;BR&gt;Quando um  Marreco&lt;BR&gt;Sorridente pediu&lt;BR&gt;Prá entrar também no samba&lt;BR&gt;No samba, no  samba...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;O Ganso, gostou da dupla&lt;BR&gt;E fez também&lt;BR&gt;Quém! Quém! Quém!&lt;BR&gt;Olhou pro  Cisne&lt;BR&gt;E disse assim:&lt;BR&gt;"Vem! Vem!"&lt;BR&gt;Que o quarteto ficará bem&lt;BR&gt;Muito  bom, muito bem...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Na beira da lagoa&lt;BR&gt;Foram ensaiar&lt;BR&gt;Para começar&lt;BR&gt;O tico-tico no  fubá...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;A voz do Pato&lt;BR&gt;Era mesmo um desacato&lt;BR&gt;Jogo de cena com o Ganso&lt;BR&gt;Era  mato&lt;BR&gt;Mas eu gostei do final&lt;BR&gt;Quando caíram n'água&lt;BR&gt;E ensaiando o  vocal...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Quém! Quém! Quém! Quém!&lt;BR&gt;Quém! Quém! Quém! Quém!&lt;BR&gt;Quém! Quém! Quém!  Quém!&lt;BR&gt;Quém! Quém! Quém! Quém!...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;(Repetir a letra)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-4096628932805993546?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/4096628932805993546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=4096628932805993546' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/4096628932805993546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/4096628932805993546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-pato.html' title='O Pato'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-2537819413648798370</id><published>2011-02-07T06:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T06:47:46.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chupeta - Psirico</title><content type='html'>BEGIN:VCARD&lt;br&gt;VERSION:2.1&lt;br&gt;N:;Fatima Dannemann&lt;br&gt;REV:20110127T111210Z&lt;br&gt;END:VCARD&lt;br&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt; &lt;DIV id=cabecalho class=cor_2&gt;Toma negona,toma chupeta&lt;BR&gt;Toma negona,na boca e  na buchecha&lt;BR&gt;Gugu dada,gugu dada&lt;BR&gt;Se voce pedir painho vai te dar&lt;BR&gt;Toma  negona,toma chupeta&lt;BR&gt;Toma negona,na boca e na buchecha&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV id=main_cnt&gt; &lt;DIV id=div_letra tabIndex=-1&gt; &lt;P&gt;Esse é o novo hit,a cara do meu verão&lt;BR&gt;Todo mundo na muvuca vem curtir o  swingão&lt;BR&gt;O bebê aporrinhado&lt;BR&gt;A mamãe tá danada&lt;BR&gt;Ja ninou essa  criança&lt;BR&gt;Agora so quer chorar&lt;BR&gt;E a morena e a lorinha e a gostosa,todas elas  vao chupar&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;(REFRÂO)&lt;BR&gt;Toma negona,toma chupeta&lt;BR&gt;Toma negona,na boca e na  buchecha&lt;BR&gt;Gugu dada,gugu dada&lt;BR&gt;Se voce pedir painho vai te  dar.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-2537819413648798370?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/2537819413648798370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=2537819413648798370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/2537819413648798370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/2537819413648798370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2011/02/chupeta-psirico.html' title='Chupeta - Psirico'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-4073957981030915265</id><published>2011-02-07T06:45:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T06:45:22.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman A Liga da Justiça</title><content type='html'>Leva Noiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É melhor chamarmos os outros Super-Amigos antes que chegue toda a Legião do mal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super-Man ficou fraco,&lt;br /&gt;O Pingüim jogou criptonita&lt;br /&gt;Lex Luthor e Coringa roubaram laço da Mulher Maravilha (2x)&lt;br /&gt;Liga da Justiça toda dominada,&lt;br /&gt;Agora só tem uma saída!&lt;br /&gt;Foge! Foge Mulher Maravilha.&lt;br /&gt;Foge! Foge! Com Super-Man. (8x)&lt;br /&gt;Você é minha Maravilha e eu sou seu Super-Man,&lt;br /&gt;No swing aqui do Leva eu quero ver você meu bem! (2x)&lt;br /&gt;Liga da Justiça toda dominada,&lt;br /&gt;Agora só tem uma saída!&lt;br /&gt;Foge! Foge Mulher Maravilha.&lt;br /&gt;Foge! Foge! Com Super-Man. (8x)&lt;br /&gt;Super amigos, Salvador City! (4x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-4073957981030915265?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/4073957981030915265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=4073957981030915265' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/4073957981030915265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/4073957981030915265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2011/02/superman-liga-da-justica.html' title='Superman A Liga da Justiça'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-3067941771850809016</id><published>2011-02-07T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T06:43:30.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lembrando sucessos - Caetano Veloso</title><content type='html'>Ele Me Deu Um Beijo Na Boca&lt;br /&gt;(Caetano Veloso)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele me deu um beijo na boca e me disse&lt;br /&gt;A vida é oca como a toca&lt;br /&gt;De um bebê sem cabeça&lt;br /&gt;E eu ri a beça&lt;br /&gt;E ele: como uma toca de raposa bêbada&lt;br /&gt;E eu disse: chega da sua conversa&lt;br /&gt;De poça sem fundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que o mundo&lt;br /&gt;É um fluxo sem leito&lt;br /&gt;E e só no oco do seu peito&lt;br /&gt;Que corre um rio&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele concordou que a vida é boa&lt;br /&gt;Embora seja apenas a coroa:&lt;br /&gt;A cara é o vazio&lt;br /&gt;E ele riu e riu e ria&lt;br /&gt;E eu disse: Basta de filosofia&lt;br /&gt;A mim me bastava que o prefeito desse um jeito&lt;br /&gt;Na cidade da Bahia&lt;br /&gt;Esse feito afetaria toda a gente da terra&lt;br /&gt;E nós veríamos nascer uma paz quente&lt;br /&gt;Os filhos da guerra fria&lt;br /&gt;Seria um anticidente&lt;br /&gt;Como uma rima&lt;br /&gt;Desativando a trama daquela profecia&lt;br /&gt;Que o vicente me contou&lt;br /&gt;Segundo a Astronomia&lt;br /&gt;Que em Novembro do ano que inicia&lt;br /&gt;Sete astros se alinharão em escorpião&lt;br /&gt;Como só no dia da bomba de Hiroshima&lt;br /&gt;E ele me olhou&lt;br /&gt;De cima e disse assim pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Delfim, Margareth Thatcher, Menahem Begin&lt;br /&gt;Política é o fim&lt;br /&gt;E a crítica que não toque na poesia&lt;br /&gt;O Time Magazine quer dizer que os Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;Já não cabem no mundo do Time Magazine&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu digo (Ele disse)&lt;br /&gt;Que o que já não cabe é o Time Magazine&lt;br /&gt;No mundo dos Rolling Stones Forever Rockin´And Rolling&lt;br /&gt;Por que forjar desprezo pelo vivos&lt;br /&gt;E fomentar desejos reativos&lt;br /&gt;Apaches, Punks, Existencialistas, Hippies, Beatniks&lt;br /&gt;De todos os Tempos Univos&lt;br /&gt;E eu disse sim, mas sim, mas não nem isso&lt;br /&gt;Apenas alguns santos, se tantos, nos seus cantos&lt;br /&gt;E sozinhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele me falou: Você tá triste&lt;br /&gt;Porque a tua dama te abandona&lt;br /&gt;E você não resiste, Quando ela surge&lt;br /&gt;Ela vem e instaura o seu cosmético caótico&lt;br /&gt;Você começa olhar com olho gótico&lt;br /&gt;De cristão legítimo&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sou preto, meu nego&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que isso não nega e até ativa&lt;br /&gt;O velho ritmo mulato&lt;br /&gt;E o leão ruge&lt;br /&gt;O fato é que há um istmo&lt;br /&gt;Entre meus Deus&lt;br /&gt;E seus Deuses&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou do clã do Djavan&lt;br /&gt;Você é fã do Donato&lt;br /&gt;E não nos interessa a tripe cristã&lt;br /&gt;De Dilan Zimerman&lt;br /&gt;E ele ainda diria mais&lt;br /&gt;Mas a canção tem que acabar&lt;br /&gt;E eu respondi:&lt;br /&gt;O Deus que você sente é o deus dos santos:&lt;br /&gt;A superfície iridescente da bola oca,&lt;br /&gt;Meus deuses são cabeças de bebês sem touca&lt;br /&gt;Era um momento sem medo e sem desejo&lt;br /&gt;Ele me deu um beijo na boca&lt;br /&gt;E eu correspondi àquele beijo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-3067941771850809016?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/3067941771850809016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-8431107046892957385</id><published>2011-01-24T06:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T06:27:00.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Gotta Feeling</title><content type='html'>I gotta feeling&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good, good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good, good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight’s the night, let’s live it up&lt;br /&gt;I got my money, let’s spend it up&lt;br /&gt;Go out and smash it like oh my God&lt;br /&gt;Jump off that sofa, let’s get, get off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we’ll have a ball if we get down&lt;br /&gt;And go out and just lose it all&lt;br /&gt;I feel stressed out, I wanna let it go&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go way out spaced out and losing all control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill up my cup, Mazel Tov&lt;br /&gt;Look at her dancing, just take it off&lt;br /&gt;Let’s paint the town, we’ll shut it down&lt;br /&gt;Let’s burn the roof and then we’ll do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it and do it, let’s live it up&lt;br /&gt;And do it and do it and do it, do it, do it&lt;br /&gt;Let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I gotta feeling&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good, good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good, good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight’s the night, let’s live it up&lt;br /&gt;I got my money, let’s spend it up&lt;br /&gt;Go out and smash it like oh my God&lt;br /&gt;Jump off that sofa, let’s get, get off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill up my cup, drink, Mazel Tov, lahyme&lt;br /&gt;Look at her dancing, move it, move it, just take it off&lt;br /&gt;Let’s paint the town, we’ll shut it down&lt;br /&gt;Let’s burn the roof and then we’ll do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it and do it, let’s live it up&lt;br /&gt;And do it and do it and do it, do it, do it&lt;br /&gt;Let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it, do it, do it, do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we come, here we go, we gotta rock&lt;br /&gt;Easy come, easy go, now we on top&lt;br /&gt;Feel the shot, body rock, rock it, don’t stop&lt;br /&gt;Round and round, up and down, around the clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Saturday, Saturday to Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Get, get, get, get, get with us, you know what we say, say&lt;br /&gt;Party every day, p-p-party every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m feelin’&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good, good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight’s gonna be a good, good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-8431107046892957385?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8431107046892957385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=8431107046892957385' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/8431107046892957385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/8431107046892957385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-gotta-feeling.html' title='I Gotta Feeling'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-6925772074478445941</id><published>2010-11-14T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T03:04:58.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fogaréu</title><content type='html'>Compositor: Walter Queirós&lt;br /&gt;Interprete: trio Dodo, Osmar e Armandinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha o fogo&lt;br /&gt;Olha o fogaréu&lt;br /&gt;Queimando as pontas&lt;br /&gt;Da páia do meu chapéu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadê Ritinha,&lt;br /&gt;Que não vê Cecéu ?&lt;br /&gt;Tá de capim na boca&lt;br /&gt;Cismada, olhando o céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;A sanfona ele pegou&lt;br /&gt;Cantando me ninou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No São João do Carneirinho, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Cantando me ninou&lt;br /&gt;No São João do Carneirinho, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Cantando me ninou&lt;div 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Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-3717174538985287582</id><published>2010-11-14T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T03:03:26.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chão Da Praça</title><content type='html'>Trio Elétrico Armandinho, Dodô &amp; Osmar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos negros cruéis, tentadores das multidões semcantor ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos ne gros cruéis, tentadores das multidões sem cantor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eu era menino, menino um beduíno com ouvido de mercador Ô ô ô ôô ô ô&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá no oriente tem gente com olhar de lança na dança do meu amor(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem que dançar a dança que a nossa dor balança o chão da praçaôuôuô(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor quem ficou nessa dança meu amor tem pé na dança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa dor meu amor é que balança nossa dor o chão da praça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê que já detonou som na praça porque já todo pranto rolou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos negros cruéis, tentadores das multidões semcantor ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos ne gros cruéis, tentadores das multidões sem cantor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eu era menino, menino um beduíno com ouvido de mercador Ô ô ô ôô ô ô&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá no oriente tem gente com olhar de lança na dança do meu amor(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tem que dançar a dança que a nossa dor balança o chão da praçaôuôuô(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balança o chão da praça Ô u ô u ô balança o chão da praça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ô u ô u ô balança o chão da praça Ô u ô u ô b a l a n ç a o c h ã o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2010/11/chao-da-praca.html' title='Chão Da Praça'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-8216114253165793145</id><published>2010-11-14T03:01:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T03:02:21.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chame Gente</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Trio Elétrico Armandinho, Dodô &amp; Osmar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, imagina só&lt;br /&gt;Que loucura é essa mistura&lt;br /&gt;Alegria, alegria o estado que chamamos Bahia&lt;br /&gt;De todos os santos, encantos e axé&lt;br /&gt;Sagrado e profano, o baiano é carnaval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No corredor da história&lt;br /&gt;Vitória, Lapinha, Caminho de Areia&lt;br /&gt;Pelas vias, pelas veias&lt;br /&gt;Escorre um sangue, um vinho&lt;br /&gt;Pelo mangue Pelourinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pé ou de caminhão&lt;br /&gt;Não pode faltar a fé&lt;br /&gt;O carnaval vai passar&lt;br /&gt;Na Sé ou no Campo Grande&lt;br /&gt;Somos os Filhos de Ghandy&lt;br /&gt;De Dodô e Osmar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso chame, chame, chame, chame gente&lt;br /&gt;E a gente se completa&lt;br /&gt;Enchendo de alegria&lt;br /&gt;A praça e o poeta&lt;br /&gt;É um verdadeiro enxame, enxame, enxame de gente&lt;br /&gt;E a gente se completa&lt;br /&gt;Enchendo de alegria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-8216114253165793145?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-1433733847418890666</id><published>2010-11-14T03:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T03:02:15.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chame Gente</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Trio Elétrico Armandinho, Dodô &amp; Osmar&lt;/em&gt;Ah, imagina só&lt;br /&gt;Que loucura é essa mistura&lt;br /&gt;Alegria, alegria o estado que chamamos Bahia&lt;br /&gt;De todos os santos, encantos e axé&lt;br /&gt;Sagrado e profano, o baiano é carnaval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No corredor da história&lt;br /&gt;Vitória, Lapinha, Caminho de Areia&lt;br /&gt;Pelas vias, pelas veias&lt;br /&gt;Escorre um sangue, um vinho&lt;br /&gt;Pelo mangue Pelourinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pé ou de caminhão&lt;br /&gt;Não pode faltar a fé&lt;br /&gt;O carnaval vai passar&lt;br /&gt;Na Sé ou no Campo Grande&lt;br /&gt;Somos os Filhos de Ghandy&lt;br /&gt;De Dodô e Osmar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso chame, chame, chame, chame gente&lt;br /&gt;E a gente se completa&lt;br /&gt;Enchendo de alegria&lt;br /&gt;A praça e o poeta&lt;br /&gt;É um verdadeiro enxame, enxame, enxame de gente&lt;br /&gt;E a gente se completa&lt;br /&gt;Enchendo de alegria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-1433733847418890666?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/1433733847418890666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=1433733847418890666' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Osmar&lt;/em&gt;Ah, imagina só&lt;br /&gt;Que loucura é essa mistura&lt;br /&gt;Alegria, alegria o estado que chamamos Bahia&lt;br /&gt;De todos os santos, encantos e axé&lt;br /&gt;Sagrado e profano, o baiano é carnaval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No corredor da história&lt;br /&gt;Vitória, Lapinha, Caminho de Areia&lt;br /&gt;Pelas vias, pelas veias&lt;br /&gt;Escorre um sangue, um vinho&lt;br /&gt;Pelo mangue Pelourinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pé ou de caminhão&lt;br /&gt;Não pode faltar a fé&lt;br /&gt;O carnaval vai passar&lt;br /&gt;Na Sé ou no Campo Grande&lt;br /&gt;Somos os Filhos de Ghandy&lt;br /&gt;De Dodô e Osmar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso chame, chame, chame, chame gente&lt;br /&gt;E a gente se completa&lt;br /&gt;Enchendo de alegria&lt;br /&gt;A praça e o poeta&lt;br /&gt;É um verdadeiro enxame, enxame, enxame de gente&lt;br /&gt;E a gente se completa&lt;br /&gt;Enchendo de alegria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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cá bilú&lt;br /&gt;Brincar meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Eu não&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim não há brinquedo&lt;br /&gt;Tua bola e meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem cá bilú&lt;br /&gt;Vem cá&lt;br /&gt;Me encabular&lt;br /&gt;Bailar, bailão&lt;br /&gt;Eu não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo está sabendo&lt;br /&gt;Bela e bacana&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou macaco&lt;br /&gt;Ela é banana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-585458720607027197?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/585458720607027197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=585458720607027197' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Composição: Moraes Moreira / Risério&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alô, Alô pessoal do alô&lt;br /&gt;Vai ter auê, badauê, ebó&lt;br /&gt;Chilique do cacique&lt;br /&gt;No ponto chique&lt;br /&gt;Atrás do cheirinho da loló&lt;br /&gt;Mas qual é o pó?&lt;br /&gt;Quem é do roçado&lt;br /&gt;Ralando coco se dá melhor&lt;br /&gt;Sou pena branca&lt;br /&gt;Da zona franca&lt;br /&gt;De Maceió&lt;br /&gt;Vendendo peixe&lt;br /&gt;Passando piche&lt;br /&gt;Sou azeviche&lt;br /&gt;Apache do tororó&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-5637459472208079563?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5637459472208079563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-1523038992188363818</id><published>2010-11-14T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T02:59:14.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindo Balão Azul</title><content type='html'>Composição: Moraes Moreira / Baby Consuelo / Ricardo Graça Mello / Bebel / Aretha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo sempre no mundo da lua&lt;br /&gt;Porque sou um cientista&lt;br /&gt;O meu papo é futurista, é lunático.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo sempre no mundo da lua&lt;br /&gt;Tenho alma de artista&lt;br /&gt;Sou um gênio sonhador e romântica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo sempre no mundo da lua&lt;br /&gt;Porque sou aventureiro&lt;br /&gt;Desde o meu primeiro passo pro infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo sempre no mundo da lua&lt;br /&gt;Porque sou inteligente&lt;br /&gt;Se você quer vir com a gente&lt;br /&gt;Venha que será um barato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegar carona nessa cauda de cometa&lt;br /&gt;Ver a via láctea estrada tão bonita&lt;br /&gt;Brincar de esconde-esconde numa nebulosa&lt;br /&gt;Voltar pra casa, nosso lindo balão azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegar carona nessa cauda de cometa&lt;br /&gt;Ver a via láctea estrada tão bonita&lt;br /&gt;Brincar de esconde-esconde numa nebulosa&lt;br /&gt;Voltar pra casa, nosso lindo balão azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegar carona nessa cauda de cometa&lt;br /&gt;Ver a via láctea estrada tão bonita&lt;br /&gt;Brincar de esconde-esconde numa nebulosa&lt;br /&gt;Voltar pra casa, nosso lindo balão azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegar carona nessa cauda de cometa&lt;br /&gt;Ver a via láctea estrada tão bonita&lt;br /&gt;Brincar de esconde-esconde numa nebulosa&lt;br /&gt;Voltar pra casa, nosso lindo balão azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso lindo balão azul...&lt;br /&gt;Nosso lindo balão azul...&lt;br /&gt;Nosso lindo balão azul...&lt;br /&gt;Nosso lindo balão azul...&lt;br /&gt;Nosso lindo balão azul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-1523038992188363818?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/1523038992188363818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=1523038992188363818' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/1523038992188363818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/1523038992188363818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2010/11/lindo-balao-azul.html' title='Lindo Balão Azul'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-1656335222842178628</id><published>2010-11-14T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T02:58:19.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloco Do Prazer</title><content type='html'>Trio Elétrico Armandinho, Dodô &amp; Osmar&lt;br /&gt;Pra libertar meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero muito mais&lt;br /&gt;Que o som da marcha lenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero um novo balancê&lt;br /&gt;O bloco do prazer&lt;br /&gt;Que a multidão comenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero oito nem oitenta&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero o bloco do prazer&lt;br /&gt;E quem não vai querer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama mamãe eu quero sim&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser mandarim&lt;br /&gt;Cheirando gasolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na fina flor do meu jardim&lt;br /&gt;Assim como carmim&lt;br /&gt;Na boca das meninas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida arrasa e contamina&lt;br /&gt;Engasga e embala o balancê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem meu amor feito louca&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida tá curta&lt;br /&gt;E eu quero muito mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais que essa dor que arrebenta&lt;br /&gt;A paixão violenta&lt;br /&gt;Oitenta carnavais&lt;br /&gt;Oitenta carnavais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.vagalume.com.br/trio-eletrico-armandinho-dodo-osmar/bloco-do-prazer.html#ixzz15Flcrmo4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-1656335222842178628?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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sonhava ser uma linda garça&lt;br /&gt;E num instante de desengano queria apenas ser um tucano&lt;br /&gt;E foi aquele, aquele ti-ti-ti quando quis ser um colibri&lt;br /&gt;Por isso lhe pisaram o calo e aí então cantou de galo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhava com a casa de barro, a do joão-de-barro, e ficavatriste&lt;br /&gt;Tão triste assim como tu, querendo ser o sinistro urubu&lt;br /&gt;E quando queria causar estorvo então imitava o sombrio corvo&lt;br /&gt;E até hoje ainda se discute se é mesmo verdade que virou abutre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando já estava querendo aquela paz dos sabiás&lt;br /&gt;Cansado de viver na sombra, voar, revoar feito a linda pomba&lt;br /&gt;E ao sentir a falta de um grande carinho então cantava feito umcanarinho&lt;br /&gt;E assim o passarinho feio quis ser até pombo-correio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí então Deus chegou e disse: Pegue as mágoas&lt;br /&gt;Pegue as mágoas e apague-as, tenha o orgulho das águias&lt;br /&gt;Deus disse ainda: é tudo azul, e o passarinho feio&lt;br /&gt;Virou o cavalo voador, esse tal de Pégaso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pégaso (11x)&lt;br /&gt;Pega o Azul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-552401152750169833?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/552401152750169833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=552401152750169833' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/552401152750169833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/552401152750169833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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pode assistir.&lt;br /&gt; Em minutos fracionados a nossa casa sumir, tantos anos de batalha&lt;br /&gt; junto com o barro descendo e ali quase morrer é continuar vivendo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Êee chuá chuá, ê chuá chuá,&lt;br /&gt; Temporal que leva tudo, mas minha fé não vai levar.&lt;br /&gt; Êee chuá chuá, ê chuá chuá,&lt;br /&gt; O meu Deus dai-me força pra outra casa levantar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu "tô" firme, forte&lt;br /&gt; nessa batalha.&lt;br /&gt; Eu "tô" firme, forte&lt;br /&gt; Não fujo da raia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eu "tô" firme, forte&lt;br /&gt; nessa batalha.&lt;br /&gt; Eu "tô" firme, forte&lt;br /&gt; Não fujo da raia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Êee chuá chuá, ê chuá chuá,&lt;br /&gt; Temporal que leva tudo, mas minha fé não vai levar.&lt;br /&gt; Êee chuá chuá, ê chuá chuá,&lt;br /&gt; Temporal que leva tudo (Vumbora meu povo!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Na encosta da favela "tá" dificil de viver,&lt;br /&gt; e além de ter o drama de não ter o que comer.&lt;br /&gt; Com a força da natureza a gente não pode brigar&lt;br /&gt; e o que resta pra esse povo é somente ajoelhar,&lt;br /&gt; e na volta do trabalho a gente pode assistir.&lt;br /&gt; Em segundos fracionados a nossa casa sumir, tantos anos de batalha&lt;br /&gt; junto com o barro descendo e ali quase morrer é continuar vivendo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Êee chuá chuá, ê chuá chuá,&lt;br /&gt; Temporal que leva tudo, mas minha fé não vai levar.&lt;br /&gt; Êee chuá chuá, ê chuá chuá,&lt;br /&gt; O meu Deus dai-me força pra outra casa levantar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu "tô" firme, forte&lt;br /&gt; nessa batalha.&lt;br /&gt; Eu "tô" firme, forte&lt;br /&gt; Não fujo da raia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eu "tô" firme, forte&lt;br /&gt; nessa batalha.&lt;br /&gt; Eu "tô" firme, forte&lt;br /&gt; Não fujo da raia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E na volta do trabalho a gente pode assistir.&lt;br /&gt; Em minutos fracionados a nossa casa cair, tantos anos de batalha&lt;br /&gt; ver seu barraco descendo imagino...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Êee chuá chuá, ê chuá chuá,&lt;br /&gt; Temporal que leva tudo, mas minha fé não vai levar.&lt;br /&gt; Êee chuá chuá, ê chuá chuá,&lt;br /&gt; O meu Deus dai-me força pra outra casa levantar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Êee chuá chuá, ê chuá chuá,&lt;br /&gt; Temporal que leva tudo, mas minha fé não vai levar.&lt;br /&gt; Êee chuá chuá, ê chuá chuá,&lt;br /&gt; O meu Deus dai-me força pra outra casa levantar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu "tô" firme, forte&lt;br /&gt; nessa batalha.&lt;br /&gt; Eu "tô" firme, forte&lt;br /&gt; Não fujo da raia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Êeeehhh chuáaa...ooohhh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-1896356594347632267?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/1896356594347632267/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-5945720928933891285</id><published>2010-08-11T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T17:48:26.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fogo e Gasolina</title><content type='html'>Roberta Sá&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Pedro Luís e Carlos Rennó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com Lenine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é um avião e eu sou um edifício&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou um abrigo e você é um missil&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a mata e você é a moto-serra&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou um terremoto e você a Terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nosso jogo é perigoso, menina&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo e gasolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é o fósforo e eu sou o pavio&lt;br /&gt;Você é um torpedo e eu sou um navio&lt;br /&gt;Você é o trem e eu sou o trilho&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o dedo e você é o meu gatilho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nosso jogo é perigoso, menina&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo e gasolina&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo e gás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a veia e você é a agulha&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o gás e você é a fagulha&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o fogo e você é a gasolina&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a pólvora e você a mina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nosso jogo perigoso combina&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo e gasolina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-5945720928933891285?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5945720928933891285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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drove to New York&lt;br /&gt;in the van, with my friend&lt;br /&gt;we slept in parking lots&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind, I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I was in love with the place&lt;br /&gt;in my mind, in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;in my mind, in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you came to take us&lt;br /&gt;all things go, all things go&lt;br /&gt;to recreate us&lt;br /&gt;all things grow, all things grow&lt;br /&gt;we had our mindset&lt;br /&gt;all things know, all things know&lt;br /&gt;you had to find it&lt;br /&gt;all things go, all things go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I was crying&lt;br /&gt;in the van, with my friend&lt;br /&gt;it was for freedom&lt;br /&gt;from myself and from the land&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you came to take us&lt;br /&gt;all things go, all things go&lt;br /&gt;to recreate us&lt;br /&gt;all things grow, all things grow&lt;br /&gt;we had our mindset&lt;br /&gt;all things know, all things know&lt;br /&gt;you had to find it&lt;br /&gt;all things go, all things go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you came to take us&lt;br /&gt;all things go, all things go&lt;br /&gt;to recreate us&lt;br /&gt;all things grow, all things grow&lt;br /&gt;we had our mindset&lt;br /&gt;(I made a lot of mistakes)&lt;br /&gt;all things know, all things know&lt;br /&gt;(I made a lot of mistakes)&lt;br /&gt;you had to find it&lt;br /&gt;(I made a lot of mistakes)&lt;br /&gt;all things go, all things go&lt;br /&gt;(I made a lot of mistakes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-4315831684803626040?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/4315831684803626040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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&lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Christmas Don't Be Late (Classic Version) Lyrics&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;(all right you Chipmunks! Ready to sing your song?&lt;BR&gt;-I'll say we  are!&lt;BR&gt;-Yeah!&lt;BR&gt;-Let's sing it now!&lt;BR&gt;Okay, Simon?&lt;BR&gt;-Okay!&lt;BR&gt;Okay,  Theodore?&lt;BR&gt;-Okay!&lt;BR&gt;Okay, Alvin? Alvin? ALVIN!&lt;BR&gt;-OKAY!!!)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Christmas, Christmas time is near&lt;BR&gt;Time for toys and time for  cheer&lt;BR&gt;We've been good, but we can't last&lt;BR&gt;Hurry Christmas, hurry  fast&lt;BR&gt;Want a plane that loops the loop&lt;BR&gt;Me, I want a hula hoop&lt;BR&gt;We can  hardly stand the wait&lt;BR&gt;Please Christmas, don't be late.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;(Okay fellas get ready.&lt;BR&gt;That was very good, Simon.&lt;BR&gt;-Naturally.&lt;BR&gt;Very  good Theodore.&lt;BR&gt;-Ahhh.&lt;BR&gt;Ah, Alvin, you were a little flat, watch it.&lt;BR&gt;Ah,  Alvin. Alvin. ALVIN!&lt;BR&gt;-OKAY.)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Want a plane that loops the loop&lt;BR&gt;I still want a hula hoop&lt;BR&gt;We can hardly  stand the wait&lt;BR&gt;Please Christmas, don't be late.&lt;BR&gt;We can hardly stand the  wait&lt;BR&gt;Please Christmas, don't be late.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;(Very good, boys&lt;BR&gt;-Lets sing it again! Yeah, lets sing it again!&lt;BR&gt;No,  That's enough, lets not overdo it&lt;BR&gt;-What do you mean overdo it?&lt;BR&gt;-We want to  sing it again!&lt;BR&gt;Now wait a minute, boys&lt;BR&gt;-Why can't we sing it  again?&lt;BR&gt;-[chipmunk chatter]&lt;BR&gt;Alvin, cut that out..Theodore, just a  minute.&lt;BR&gt;Simon will you cut that out? Boys)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Bad Day&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most?&lt;BR&gt;You kick up the leaves and the  magic is lost.&lt;BR&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to grey.&lt;BR&gt;They tell me  your passion's gone away.&lt;BR&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low.&lt;BR&gt;You're faking a smile with  the coffee to go.&lt;BR&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line.&lt;BR&gt;You're  falling to pieces everytime.&lt;BR&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Because you had a bad day.&lt;BR&gt;You're taking one down.&lt;BR&gt;You sing a sad song  just to turn it around.&lt;BR&gt;You say you don't know.&lt;BR&gt;You tell me don't  lie.&lt;BR&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride.&lt;BR&gt;You had a bad day.&lt;BR&gt;The  camera don't lie.&lt;BR&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind.&lt;BR&gt;You  had a bad day.&lt;BR&gt;Oh, you had a bad day.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday.&lt;BR&gt;The point is they laugh at what you  say.&lt;BR&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;You had a bad day.&lt;BR&gt;You're taking one down.&lt;BR&gt;You sing a sad song just to  turn it around.&lt;BR&gt;You say you don't know.&lt;BR&gt;You tell me don't lie.&lt;BR&gt;You work  at a smile and you go for a ride.&lt;BR&gt;You had a bad day.&lt;BR&gt;The camera don't  lie.&lt;BR&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind.&lt;BR&gt;You had a bad  day.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;(Oh Holiday)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink.&lt;BR&gt;And the whole thing turns out  wrong.&lt;BR&gt;You might not make it back and you know.&lt;BR&gt;That you could be well oh  that strong.&lt;BR&gt;I'm not wrong (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeeeah).&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most?&lt;BR&gt;Oh you and I.&lt;BR&gt;You  kick up the leaves and the magic is lost.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Cause you had a bad day.&lt;BR&gt;You're taking one down.&lt;BR&gt;You sing a sad song  just to turn it around.&lt;BR&gt;You say you don't know.&lt;BR&gt;You tell me don't  lie.&lt;BR&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride.&lt;BR&gt;You had a bad  day.&lt;BR&gt;You've seen what you like.&lt;BR&gt;And how does it feel for one more  time?&lt;BR&gt;You had a bad day.&lt;BR&gt;You had a bad day. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;I Gotta Feeling&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I gotta feeling&lt;BR&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;BR&gt;That tonight's  gonna be a good night&lt;BR&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good, good night&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I gotta feeling&lt;BR&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;BR&gt;That tonight's  gonna be a good night&lt;BR&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good, good night&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Tonight's the night, let's live it up&lt;BR&gt;I got my money, let's spend it  up&lt;BR&gt;Go out and smash it like oh my God&lt;BR&gt;Jump off that sofa, let's get, get  off&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I know that we'll have a ball if we get down&lt;BR&gt;And go out and just lose it  all&lt;BR&gt;I feel stressed out, I wanna let it go&lt;BR&gt;Let's go way out spaced out and  losing all control&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Fill up my cup, Mazel Tov&lt;BR&gt;Look at her dancing, just take it off&lt;BR&gt;Let's  paint the town, we'll shut it down&lt;BR&gt;Let's burn the roof and then we'll do it  again&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, let's do it&lt;BR&gt;And do it and do it,  let's live it up&lt;BR&gt;And do it and do it and do it, do it, do it&lt;BR&gt;Let's do it,  let's do it, let's do it&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;'Cause I gotta feeling&lt;BR&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;BR&gt;That  tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;BR&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good, good  night&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I gotta feeling&lt;BR&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;BR&gt;That tonight's  gonna be a good night&lt;BR&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good, good night&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Tonight's the night, let's live it up&lt;BR&gt;I got my money, let's spend it  up&lt;BR&gt;Go out and smash it like oh my God&lt;BR&gt;Jump off that sofa, let's get, get  off&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Fill up my cup, drink, Mazel Tov, lahyme&lt;BR&gt;Look at her dancing, move it,  move it, just take it off&lt;BR&gt;Let's paint the town, we'll shut it down&lt;BR&gt;Let's  burn the roof and then we'll do it again&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, let's do it&lt;BR&gt;And do it and do it,  let's live it up&lt;BR&gt;And do it and do it and do it, do it, do it&lt;BR&gt;Let's do it,  let's do it, let's do it, do it, do it, do it&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Here we come, here we go, we gotta rock&lt;BR&gt;Easy come, easy go, now we on  top&lt;BR&gt;Feel the shot, body rock, rock it, don't stop&lt;BR&gt;Round and round, up and  down, around the clock&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday&lt;BR&gt;Friday, Saturday, Saturday to  Sunday&lt;BR&gt;Get, get, get, get, get with us, you know what we say, say&lt;BR&gt;Party  every day, p-p-party every day&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;And I'm feelin'&lt;BR&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;BR&gt;That tonight's  gonna be a good night&lt;BR&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good, good night&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I gotta feeling&lt;BR&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;BR&gt;That tonight's  gonna be a good night&lt;BR&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good, good  night&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;/HTML&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-2809238191354516138?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/2809238191354516138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=2809238191354516138' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/2809238191354516138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/2809238191354516138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2010/04/algumas-de-alvin-e-chipmunks.html' title='Algumas de Alvin e the chipmunks'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/S9jUH2YMmFI/AAAAAAAACmc/t0GUOGoPmKs/s72-c/slvinee-779649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-3720765827854607953</id><published>2010-03-16T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:45:10.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV id=cabecalho class=cor_2&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Creed&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=cor_2&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=cor_2&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Composição: Scott Sttap/ Mark Tremonti  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV id=main_cnt&gt; &lt;DIV id=div_letra&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Please come now, I think I'm falling&lt;BR&gt;I'm holding  on to all I think is safe&lt;BR&gt;It seems I've found the road to nowhere&lt;BR&gt;And I'm  trying to escape&lt;BR&gt;I yelled back when I heard thunder&lt;BR&gt;But I'm down to one  last breath&lt;BR&gt;And with it let me say&lt;BR&gt;Let me say&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Hold me now&lt;BR&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm  thinking&lt;BR&gt;Maybe six feet&lt;BR&gt;Ain't so far down&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;I'm looking down now that it's over&lt;BR&gt;Reflecting on  all of my mistakes&lt;BR&gt;I thought I found the road to somewhere&lt;BR&gt;Somewhere in  HIS grace&lt;BR&gt;I cried out heaven save me&lt;BR&gt;But I'm down to one last  breath&lt;BR&gt;And with it let me say&lt;BR&gt;Let me say&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Hold me now&lt;BR&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm  thinking&lt;BR&gt;Maybe six feet&lt;BR&gt;Ain't so far down&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Hold me now&lt;BR&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm  thinking&lt;BR&gt;Maybe six feet&lt;BR&gt;Ain't so far down&lt;BR&gt;I'm so far down&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Sad eyes follow me&lt;BR&gt;But I still believe there's  something left for me&lt;BR&gt;So please come stay with me&lt;BR&gt;'Cause I still believe  there's something left for you and me&lt;BR&gt;For you and me&lt;BR&gt;For you and  me&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Hold me now&lt;BR&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm  thinking&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Hold me now&lt;BR&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm  thinking&lt;BR&gt;Maybe six feet&lt;BR&gt;Ain't so far down&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Hold me now&lt;BR&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm  thinking&lt;BR&gt;Maybe six feet&lt;BR&gt;Ain't so far down&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Please come now, I think I'm falling&lt;BR&gt;I'm holding  on to all I think is safe&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-3720765827854607953?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/3720765827854607953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=3720765827854607953' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/3720765827854607953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/3720765827854607953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-last-breath.html' title='One Last Breath'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-8434434235417247560</id><published>2010-03-16T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:43:09.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocket Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV id=cabecalho class=cor_2&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Composição: Elton John /  Bernie Taupin &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV id=main_cnt&gt; &lt;DIV id=div_letra&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;She packed by bag last night, preflight&lt;BR&gt;Zero hour,  nine a.m.&lt;BR&gt;And I'm gonna be high&lt;BR&gt;As a kite by then&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;I miss the earth so much&lt;BR&gt;I miss my wife&lt;BR&gt;It's  lonely out in space&lt;BR&gt;On such a timeless flight&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time&lt;BR&gt;'Til  touchdown brings me 'round again to find&lt;BR&gt;I'm not the man they think I am at  home&lt;BR&gt;Ah, no no no...&lt;BR&gt;I'm a rocket man&lt;BR&gt;Rocket man&lt;BR&gt;Burnin' out his  fuse&lt;BR&gt;Up here alone&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Mars ain't the kind of place&lt;BR&gt;To raise your  kids&lt;BR&gt;In fact, it's cold as hell&lt;BR&gt;And there's no one there to raise  them&lt;BR&gt;If you did&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;And all this science&lt;BR&gt;I don't understand&lt;BR&gt;It's  just my job&lt;BR&gt;Five days a week&lt;BR&gt;A Rocket Man&lt;BR&gt;Rocket Man&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time&lt;BR&gt;'Til  touchdown brings me 'round again to find&lt;BR&gt;I'm not the man they think I am at  home&lt;BR&gt;Ah, no no no...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time&lt;BR&gt;'Til  touchdown brings me 'round again to find&lt;BR&gt;I'm not the man they think I am at  home&lt;BR&gt;Ah, no no no...&lt;BR&gt;I'm a rocket man&lt;BR&gt;Rocket man&lt;BR&gt;Burnin' out his  fuse&lt;BR&gt;Up here alone&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time&lt;BR&gt;And I  think it's gonna be a long, long, time&lt;BR&gt;And I think it's gonna be a long,  long, time&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Long, long, time&lt;BR&gt;Long, long, time&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Ah, no, no, no...&lt;BR&gt;Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no,  no...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-8434434235417247560?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8434434235417247560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=8434434235417247560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/8434434235417247560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/8434434235417247560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2010/03/rocket-man.html' title='Rocket Man'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-6979785051123208480</id><published>2010-02-21T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:20:35.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Gadú - Linda Rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face=Architect&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gugu Peixoto   Luis Kiari&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Pior que o melhor de dois&lt;BR&gt;Melhor do que sofrer depois&lt;BR&gt;Se  é isso que me tem ao certo&lt;BR&gt;A moça de sorriso aberto&lt;BR&gt;Ingênua de vestido  assusta&lt;BR&gt;Afasta-me do ego imposto&lt;BR&gt;Ouvinte claro, brilho no  rosto&lt;BR&gt;Abandonada por falta de gosto&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Agora sei não mais reclama&lt;BR&gt;Pois  dores são incapazes&lt;BR&gt;E pobres desses rapazes&lt;BR&gt;Que tentam lhe fazer  feliz&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Escolha feita, inconsciente&lt;BR&gt;De coração não mais roubado&lt;BR&gt;Homem  feliz, mulher carente&lt;BR&gt;A linda rosa perdeu pro cravo &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Pior que o melhor  de dois&lt;BR&gt;Melhor do que sofrer depois&lt;BR&gt;Se é isso que me tem o certo&lt;BR&gt;A moça  de sorriso aberto&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Ingênua de vestido assusta&lt;BR&gt;Afasta-me do ego  imposto&lt;BR&gt;Ouvinte claro, brilho no rosto&lt;BR&gt;Abandonada por falta de  gosto&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Agora sei não mais reclama&lt;BR&gt;Pois dores são incapazes&lt;BR&gt;E pobres  desses rapazes&lt;BR&gt;Que tentam lhe fazer feliz&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Escolha feita,  inconsciente&lt;BR&gt;De coração não mais roubado&lt;BR&gt;Homem feliz, mulher carente&lt;BR&gt;A  linda rosa perdeu pro cravo&lt;BR&gt;Homem feliz, mulher carente&lt;BR&gt;A linda rosa  perdeu pro cravo.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-6979785051123208480?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/6979785051123208480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=6979785051123208480' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/6979785051123208480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/6979785051123208480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2010/02/maria-gadu-linda-rosa.html' title='Maria Gadú - Linda Rosa'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-793974519252676216</id><published>2010-02-21T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:20:33.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyoncé - Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It)</title><content type='html'>(Beyonc&amp;#233;, Christopher Stewart, Terius Nash, Kuk Harrell)&lt;p&gt;All the single ladies&lt;br&gt;All the single ladies&lt;br&gt;All the single ladies&lt;br&gt;All the single ladies&lt;br&gt;All the single ladies&lt;br&gt;All the single ladies&lt;br&gt;All the single ladies&lt;p&gt;Now put your hands up&lt;br&gt;Up in the club, we just broke up&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m doing my own little thing&lt;p&gt;Decided to dip but now you wanna trip&lt;br&gt;Cuz another brother noticed me&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m up on him, you&amp;#39;re up on me&lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t pay him any attention&lt;p&gt;Cried my tears, three good years&lt;br&gt;Ya can&amp;#39;t be mad at me&lt;p&gt;[Chorus]&lt;p&gt;Cuz if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;br&gt;If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t be mad once you see that he want it&lt;br&gt;If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;p&gt;Cuz if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;br&gt;If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t be mad once you see that he want it&lt;br&gt;If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;p&gt;I got gloss on my lips, a man on my hips&lt;br&gt;Hold me tighter than my Dereon jeans&lt;br&gt;acting up, drank in my cup&lt;br&gt;I could care less what you think&lt;br&gt;I need no permission, did I mention&lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t pay him any attention&lt;br&gt;Cuz you had your turn&lt;br&gt;But now you gonna learn&lt;br&gt;What it really feels like to miss me&lt;p&gt;[Chorus]&lt;p&gt;Cuz if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;br&gt;If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t be mad once you see that he want it&lt;br&gt;If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;p&gt;Cuz if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;br&gt;If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t be mad once you see that he want it&lt;br&gt;If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;p&gt;(bridge)&lt;p&gt;Don&amp;#39;t treat to these things of this world&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m not that kind of girl&lt;br&gt;Your love is what I prefer, what I deserve&lt;br&gt;He&amp;#39;s a man that makes me and takes me&lt;br&gt;And delivers me to a destiny, to infinity and beyond&lt;br&gt;Pull me into your arms&lt;br&gt;Say I&amp;#39;m not the one you own&lt;br&gt;If you don&amp;#39;t, you&amp;#39;ll be alone&lt;br&gt;And like a ghost I&amp;#39;ll be gone&lt;p&gt;All the single ladies&lt;br&gt;All the single ladies&lt;br&gt;All the single ladies&lt;br&gt;All the single ladies&lt;br&gt;All the single ladies&lt;br&gt;All the single ladies&lt;br&gt;All the single ladies&lt;p&gt;Now put your hands up&lt;p&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br&gt;Cuz if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;br&gt;If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t be mad once you see that he want it&lt;br&gt;If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;p&gt;Cuz if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;br&gt;If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t be mad once you see that he want it&lt;br&gt;If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-793974519252676216?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/793974519252676216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=793974519252676216' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/793974519252676216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/793974519252676216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2010/02/beyonce-single-ladies-put-ring-on-it.html' title='Beyoncé - Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It)'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-6047368777718655066</id><published>2010-02-21T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:20:32.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyonce</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bookman Old Style"&gt;Halo&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bookman Old Style"&gt;(Knowles, Tedder, Evan "Kidd" Bogart)  Halo&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Remember those walls I built&lt;BR&gt;Well baby they're tumbling  down&lt;BR&gt;And they didn't even put up a fight&lt;BR&gt;They didn't even make a  sound&lt;BR&gt;I found a way to let you in&lt;BR&gt;But I never really had a  doubt&lt;BR&gt;Standing in the light of your halo&lt;BR&gt;I got my angel now&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's  like I've been awakened&lt;BR&gt;Every rule I had you breaking&lt;BR&gt;It's the risk that  I'm taking&lt;BR&gt;I ain't never gonna shut you out&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Everywhere I'm looking  now&lt;BR&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;BR&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;BR&gt;You know  you're my saving grace&lt;BR&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;BR&gt;It's written all  over your face&lt;BR&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;BR&gt;Prey it won't fade away&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I  can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;BR&gt;Can see your halo, halo, halo&lt;BR&gt;Can feel your  halo, halo, halo&lt;BR&gt;Can see your halo, halo, halo&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Hit me like a ray of  sun&lt;BR&gt;Burning through my darkest night&lt;BR&gt;You're the only one that I  want&lt;BR&gt;Think I'm addicted to your light&lt;BR&gt;I swore I'd never fall again&lt;BR&gt;But  this don't even feel like falling&lt;BR&gt;Gravity can't forget&lt;BR&gt;To pull me back to  the ground again&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Feels like I've been awakened&lt;BR&gt;Every rule I had you  breaking&lt;BR&gt;It's the risk that I'm taking&lt;BR&gt;I'm never gonna shut you  out&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;BR&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;BR&gt;Baby  I can see your halo&lt;BR&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;BR&gt;You're everything I  need and more&lt;BR&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;BR&gt;Baby I can feel your  halo&lt;BR&gt;Prey it won't fade away&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;BR&gt;Can  see your halo, halo, halo&lt;BR&gt;Can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;BR&gt;Can see your  halo, halo, halo&lt;BR&gt;Can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;BR&gt;Can see your halo, halo,  halo&lt;BR&gt;Can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;BR&gt;Can see your halo, halo, halo&lt;BR&gt;Halo,  halo&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;BR&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;BR&gt;Baby  I can see your halo&lt;BR&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;BR&gt;You're everything I  need and more&lt;BR&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;BR&gt;Baby I can feel your  halo&lt;BR&gt;Prey it won't fade away&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;BR&gt;Can  see your halo, halo, halo&lt;BR&gt;Can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;BR&gt;Can see your  halo, halo, halo&lt;BR&gt;Can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;BR&gt;Can see your halo, halo,  halo&lt;BR&gt;Can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;BR&gt;Can see your halo, halo,  halo&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-6047368777718655066?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-409736813650681522</id><published>2010-02-14T16:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:37:39.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lobo Bobo</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Composição: Carlos Lyra/ Ronaldo  Bôscoli&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;Era uma vez um Lobo Mau&lt;BR&gt;Que resolveu jantar alguém&lt;BR&gt;Estava sem  vintém&lt;BR&gt;Mas arriscou&lt;BR&gt;E logo se estrepou...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Um chapeuzinho de maiô&lt;BR&gt;Ouviu buzina e não parou&lt;BR&gt;Mas Lobo Mau  insiste&lt;BR&gt;E faz cara de triste&lt;BR&gt;Mas chapeuzinho ouviu&lt;BR&gt;Os conselhos da  vovó&lt;BR&gt;Dizer que não prá lobo&lt;BR&gt;Que com lobo não sai só...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Lobo canta, pede&lt;BR&gt;Promete tudo, até amor&lt;BR&gt;E diz que fraco de lobo&lt;BR&gt;É  ver um chapeuzinho de maiô...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Mas chapeuzinho percebeu&lt;BR&gt;Que o Lobo Mau se derreteu&lt;BR&gt;Prá ver você que  lobo&lt;BR&gt;Também faz papel de bobo...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Só posso lhe dizer&lt;BR&gt;Chapeuzinho agora traz&lt;BR&gt;O Lobo na coleira&lt;BR&gt;Que não  janta nunca mais...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Lobo Bobo...Huuuumm!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-409736813650681522?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/409736813650681522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-1377553252804925192</id><published>2010-02-14T16:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:35:23.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela Sai de Saia de Bicicletinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Psirico&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV id=div_letra&gt; &lt;P&gt;Ela sai de saia&lt;BR&gt;E de bicicletinha&lt;BR&gt;Uma mão vai no guidom&lt;BR&gt;E a outra  tapando a calcinha&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Ela sai de saia&lt;BR&gt;E de biciletinha&lt;BR&gt;Uma mão vai no guidom&lt;BR&gt;E a outra  tapando a calcinha&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Dá um arrepio quando ela sai pedalando&lt;BR&gt;mas tem uma mão na frente que tá  sempre atrapalhando&lt;BR&gt;Acho que ela tem medo do piriquito voar&lt;BR&gt;Por isso que  ela não para de tampar&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Eu não aguento mais&lt;BR&gt;Essa situação&lt;BR&gt;Vamo liberar geral&lt;BR&gt;Vamo tirar essa  mão&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Bota a saia e vem pra rua&lt;BR&gt;na sua bicicletinha&lt;BR&gt;Eu quero ver a cor da  sua calcinha&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-1377553252804925192?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/1377553252804925192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=1377553252804925192' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class=cor_2&gt;&lt;A id=identificador_artista  href="http://letras.terra.com.br/banda-beijo/"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2  face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/H2&gt; &lt;DIV class=cor_2&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Banda Mel&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=cor_2&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Composição: EVANDRO RODRIGUEZ  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV id=main_cnt&gt; &lt;DIV id=div_letra&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Já pintou verão&lt;BR&gt;Calor no coração&lt;BR&gt;A festa vai  começar&lt;BR&gt;Salvador se agita&lt;BR&gt;Numa só alegria&lt;BR&gt;Eternos Dodô e  Osmar&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Na avenida Sete&lt;BR&gt;Da paz eu sou tiete&lt;BR&gt;Na barra o  Farol a brilhar&lt;BR&gt;Carnaval na Bahia&lt;BR&gt;Oitava maravilha&lt;BR&gt;Nunca irei te  deixar, meu amor&lt;BR&gt;Eu vou&lt;BR&gt;Atrás do trio elétrico vou&lt;BR&gt;Dançar ao negro  toque do agogô&lt;BR&gt;Curtindo minha baianidade nagô ô ô ô ô&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Eu queria&lt;BR&gt;Que essa fantasia fosse eterna&lt;BR&gt;Quem  sabe um dia&lt;BR&gt;A Paz vence a guerra&lt;BR&gt;E viver será só  festejar&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-5811842179369528038?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5811842179369528038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=5811842179369528038' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/5811842179369528038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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lullaby.&lt;BR&gt;Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue,&lt;BR&gt;And the  dreams that you dare to dream really&lt;BR&gt;do come true&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Someday I'll wish  upon a star&lt;BR&gt;And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.&lt;BR&gt;Where troubles  melt like lemon drops,&lt;BR&gt;Away above the chimney tops,&lt;BR&gt;That's where you'll  find me.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.&lt;BR&gt;Birds fly over  the rainbow,&lt;BR&gt;Why then -- oh, why can't I?&lt;BR&gt;If happy little bluebirds  fly&lt;BR&gt;Beyond the rainbow&lt;BR&gt;Why, oh, why can't I?&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-1967378662604354886?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/1967378662604354886/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-2466051945950610999</id><published>2009-11-11T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:02:08.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musicas de filmes - Moon River (Bonequinha de Luxo)</title><content type='html'>Moon River&lt;p&gt;Kalan Porter&lt;p&gt;Moon river wider than a mile &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m crossing you in style someday &lt;br&gt;You dream maker, you heartbreaker &lt;br&gt;Wherever you&amp;#39;re going I&amp;#39;m going your way &lt;br&gt;Two drifters off to see the world &lt;br&gt;There&amp;#39;s such a lot of world to see &lt;br&gt;We&amp;#39;re after the same rainbows end &lt;br&gt;Waiting round the band &lt;br&gt;My huckleberry friend, moon river &lt;br&gt;And me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-5440762853512769933</id><published>2009-10-31T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:03:26.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Yours</title><content type='html'>Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill but you\'re so hot that I melted&lt;br /&gt;I fell right through the cracks, now I\'m trying to get back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the cool done run out, I\'ll be giving it my bestest&lt;br /&gt;And nothing\'s going to stop me but divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it\'s again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won\'t hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I\'m yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you\'re free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you\'ll find love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me&lt;br /&gt;I like peaceful melody&lt;br /&gt;It\'s your God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love&lt;br /&gt;loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won\'t hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I\'m sure&lt;br /&gt;There\'s no need to complicate, our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I\'m yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I\'ve been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;br /&gt;My breath fogged up the glass&lt;br /&gt;And so I drew a new face and I laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I be saying is there ain\'t no better reason&lt;br /&gt;To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;It\'s what we aim to do, our name is our virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won\'t hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I\'m sure&lt;br /&gt;There\'s no need to complicate, our time is short&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I\'m yours&lt;br /&gt;I won\'t hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I\'m sure&lt;br /&gt;There\'s no need to complicate, our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I\'m yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you\'re free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you\'ll find that the sky is yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don\'t, please don\'t, please don\'t&lt;br /&gt;There\'s no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Cause our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This oh this this is out fate, I\'m yours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-2068745637705033387</id><published>2009-10-31T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:01:16.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Gotta Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Will Adams / Allen Pineda / Jaime Gomez / Stacy Ferguson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feelin'&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good good night (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the night&lt;br /&gt;Let's live it up&lt;br /&gt;I got my money&lt;br /&gt;Let's spend it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out and smash it&lt;br /&gt;Like Oh My God&lt;br /&gt;Jump off that sofa&lt;br /&gt;Let's get get off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we'll have a ball&lt;br /&gt;If we get down and go out&lt;br /&gt;And just loose it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stressed out&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let it go&lt;br /&gt;Let's go way out spaced out&lt;br /&gt;And loosing all control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill up my cup&lt;br /&gt;Mazal tov&lt;br /&gt;Look at her dancing&lt;br /&gt;Just take it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's paint the town&lt;br /&gt;We'll shut it down&lt;br /&gt;Let's burn the roof&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's live it up&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it, do it, do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it 'cuz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feelin'&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good good night (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the night&lt;br /&gt;Let's live it up&lt;br /&gt;I got my money&lt;br /&gt;Let's spend it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out and smash it&lt;br /&gt;Like Oh My God&lt;br /&gt;Jump off that sofa&lt;br /&gt;Let's get get off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill up my cup (Drink)&lt;br /&gt;Mazal tov (Le chaim)&lt;br /&gt;Look at her dancing (Move it Move it)&lt;br /&gt;Just take it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's paint the town&lt;br /&gt;We'll shut it down&lt;br /&gt;Let's burn the roof&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's live it up&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it&lt;br /&gt;And do it, do it, do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it, do it, do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we come&lt;br /&gt;Here we go&lt;br /&gt;We gotta rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy come&lt;br /&gt;Easy go&lt;br /&gt;Now we on top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the shot&lt;br /&gt;Body rock&lt;br /&gt;Rock it don't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round and round&lt;br /&gt;Up and down&lt;br /&gt;Around the clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get get get get get with us&lt;br /&gt;You know what we say&lt;br /&gt;Party every day&lt;br /&gt;Pa pa pa Party every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feelin'&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feelin'&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's gonna be a good good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-2068745637705033387?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/2068745637705033387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=2068745637705033387' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/2068745637705033387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/2068745637705033387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-gotta-feeling.html' title='I Gotta Feeling'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-4632027832908407047</id><published>2009-10-04T05:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T05:40:16.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cirque du Soleil - Alegria</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SsiXsDApUrI/AAAAAAAACeU/-QWTr88jJ90/s1600-h/cirquesoleil-716760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SsiXsDApUrI/AAAAAAAACeU/-QWTr88jJ90/s320/cirquesoleil-716760.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388723737126851250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;by Ren&amp;#233; Dup&amp;#233;r&amp;#233;&lt;p&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Come un lampo di vita&lt;br&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Come un pazzo gridar&lt;br&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Del delittuoso grido&lt;br&gt;Bella ruggente pena, seren&lt;br&gt;Come la rabbia di amar&lt;br&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Come un assalto di gioia&lt;p&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;I see a spark of life shining&lt;br&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;I hear a young minstrel sing&lt;br&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Beautiful roaring scream&lt;br&gt;Of joy and sorrow, so extreme&lt;br&gt;There is a love in me raging&lt;br&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;A joyous, magical feeling&lt;p&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Come un lampo di vita&lt;br&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Come un pazzo gridar&lt;br&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Del delittuoso grido&lt;br&gt;Bella ruggente pena, seren&lt;br&gt;Come la rabbia di amar&lt;br&gt;Allegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Come un assalto di gioia&lt;br&gt;Del delittuoso grido&lt;br&gt;Bella ruggente pena, seren&lt;br&gt;Come la rabbia di amar&lt;br&gt;Allegria&lt;br&gt;Come un assalto di gioia&lt;p&gt;Alegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Como la luz de la vida&lt;br&gt;Alegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Como un payaso que grita&lt;br&gt;Alegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Del estupendo grito&lt;br&gt;De la tristeza loca&lt;br&gt;Serena&lt;br&gt;Como la rabia de amar&lt;br&gt;Alegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Como un asalto de felicidad&lt;p&gt;Del estupendo grito&lt;br&gt;De la tristeza loca&lt;br&gt;Serena&lt;br&gt;Como la rabia de amar&lt;br&gt;Alegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;Como un asalto de felicidad&lt;p&gt;There is a love in me raging&lt;br&gt;Alegr&amp;#237;a&lt;br&gt;A joyous, magical feeling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-4632027832908407047?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-3584719080004180389</id><published>2009-10-04T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T05:34:10.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cirque du Soleil - Quidam</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SsiWQjq-CAI/AAAAAAAACeM/BfwY6Luwm_w/s1600-h/soleilquidam-750369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SsiWQjq-CAI/AAAAAAAACeM/BfwY6Luwm_w/s320/soleilquidam-750369.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388722165346338818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Your world is yours&lt;BR&gt;not mine Quidam.&lt;BR&gt;Your dreams are yours.&lt;BR&gt;You  may have touched the stars&lt;BR&gt;but they weren´t moved.&lt;BR&gt;And if you reach for  me&lt;BR&gt;I may not choose&lt;BR&gt;to hold your hand.&lt;BR&gt;I might smile&lt;BR&gt;or I might turn  away.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;An ordinary man, Quidam.&lt;BR&gt;I´m everyman.&lt;BR&gt;I´m  anyman.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Quidam, Quidam&lt;BR&gt;La nuit recule.&lt;BR&gt;D´un rêve à l´autre tu  valses.&lt;BR&gt;Du creux de toi&lt;BR&gt;c´est bien le mal&lt;BR&gt;qui dresse tes  silences.&lt;BR&gt;There´s nothing left.&lt;BR&gt;There´s nothing right.&lt;BR&gt;There´s nothing  wrong.&lt;BR&gt;I´m one, I´m two.&lt;BR&gt;I´m all yet none of you.&lt;BR&gt;The truth, the  lie,&lt;BR&gt;the tear, the laughter,&lt;BR&gt;the hand and the empty touch.&lt;BR&gt;Here I am  alone&lt;BR&gt;waiting for the curtain call.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;An ordinary man, Quidam.&lt;BR&gt;I´m  everyman. T´es l´inconnu.&lt;BR&gt;I´m anyman. T´es l´étranger.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Quidam,  Quidam&lt;BR&gt;La nuit recule.&lt;BR&gt;D´un rêve à l´autre tu valses.&lt;BR&gt;Du creux de  toi&lt;BR&gt;c´est bien le mal&lt;BR&gt;qui dresse tes silences.&lt;BR&gt;Bailo en este lienzo de  dolor.&lt;BR&gt;Funàmbulo sin mapa ni brùjula.&lt;BR&gt;La dulce locura mi sòlo  refugio.&lt;BR&gt;Nazco en la sombra del payaso.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Quidam, Quidam&lt;BR&gt;La nuit  recule.&lt;BR&gt;D´un rêve à l´autre tu valses.&lt;BR&gt;Du creux de toi&lt;BR&gt;c´est bien le  mal&lt;BR&gt;qui dresse tes silences.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Quidam, Quidam&lt;BR&gt;aux rives du  rêve.&lt;BR&gt;Au seuil de l´ombre, tu valses.&lt;BR&gt;Autour de toi&lt;BR&gt;c´est bien le  mal&lt;BR&gt;qui dresse tes silences.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Quidam, Quidam&lt;BR&gt;La nuit recule.&lt;BR&gt;D´un  rêve à l´autre tu valses.&lt;BR&gt;Du creux de toi&lt;BR&gt;c´est bien le mal&lt;BR&gt;qui dresse  tes silences.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-3584719080004180389?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/3584719080004180389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=3584719080004180389' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/3584719080004180389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/3584719080004180389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/10/cirque-du-soleil-quidam.html' title='Cirque du Soleil - Quidam'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SsiWQjq-CAI/AAAAAAAACeM/BfwY6Luwm_w/s72-c/soleilquidam-750369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-1036280613587222198</id><published>2009-09-13T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:13:13.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Floyd - Julia Dream</title><content type='html'>Sunlight bright upon my pillow&lt;br /&gt;lighter than an eiderdown&lt;br /&gt;will she let the weeping willow&lt;br /&gt;wind his branches round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia dream&lt;br /&gt;dream that queen&lt;br /&gt;queen of all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I turn the light out&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the velvet bride&lt;br /&gt;will the scaly armadillo&lt;br /&gt;find me where I'm hiding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia dream&lt;br /&gt;dream that queen&lt;br /&gt;queen of all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the misty master break me?&lt;br /&gt;will the key unlock my mind?&lt;br /&gt;will the following footsteps catch me?&lt;br /&gt;am I really dying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia dream&lt;br /&gt;dream that queen&lt;br /&gt;queen of all my dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-1036280613587222198?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/1036280613587222198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=1036280613587222198' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/1036280613587222198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/1036280613587222198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/09/pink-floyd-julia-dream.html' title='Pink Floyd - Julia Dream'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-3649195208232676637</id><published>2009-09-13T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:11:20.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jethro Tull - Teacher</title><content type='html'>Well the dawn was coming,&lt;br /&gt;heard him ringing on my bell.&lt;br /&gt;He said, ``My name's the teacher,&lt;br /&gt;that is what I call myself.&lt;br /&gt;And I have a lesson&lt;br /&gt;that I must impart to you.&lt;br /&gt;It's an old expression&lt;br /&gt;but I must insist it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Jump up, look around,&lt;br /&gt;find yourself some fun,&lt;br /&gt;no sense in sitting there hating everyone.&lt;br /&gt;No man's an island and his castle isn't home,&lt;br /&gt;the nest is for nothing when the bird has flown.''&lt;br /&gt;So I took a journey,&lt;br /&gt;threw my world into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;With me went the teacher&lt;br /&gt;who found fun instead of me.&lt;br /&gt;Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said?&lt;br /&gt;Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed.&lt;br /&gt;I try to socialize but I can't seem to find&lt;br /&gt;what I was looking for, got something on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Then the teacher told me&lt;br /&gt;it had been a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Thanked me for his ticket&lt;br /&gt;and all that I had done.&lt;br /&gt;Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said?&lt;br /&gt;Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed.&lt;br /&gt;I try to socialize but I can't seem to find&lt;br /&gt;what I was looking for, got something on my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-3649195208232676637?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/3649195208232676637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=3649195208232676637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/3649195208232676637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/3649195208232676637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/09/jethro-tull-teacher.html' title='Jethro Tull - Teacher'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-6127533535197530976</id><published>2009-09-13T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:10:46.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jethro Tull - Sealion</title><content type='html'>Over the mountains, and under the sky-riding dirty grey horses,go you and I.&lt;br /&gt;Mating with chance, copulating with mirth-the sad-glad playmasters (for what it's worth).&lt;br /&gt;The ice cream castles are refrigerated:the super-marketeers are on parade.&lt;br /&gt;There's a golden handshake hanging around your neck, as you light your cigarette on- the b-urning deck.&lt;br /&gt;And you balance your world pn the tip of your nose-like a Sealion with a ball, at the carnival.&lt;br /&gt;You wear a shiny skin and a funny hat-the Almighy Animal Trainer lets it go at that, You bark ever-so-slightly at the Trainer's gun,with your whiskers melting in the noon-day sun.&lt;br /&gt;You flip and you flop under the Big White Top where the long-legged ring mistress stars and stops.&lt;br /&gt;But you know, after all, the act is wearing thin-as the crowd grows uneasy and the boos begin.&lt;br /&gt;But you balance the world on the tip of your nose-you're a Sealion with a ball, at the carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a trace of pride upon our fixed grins-for there is no business like the show we're in.&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason, no rhyme, no right to leave the circus 'til we've said good-night.&lt;br /&gt;The same performance, in the same old way;it's the same old story to this Passion Play.&lt;br /&gt;So we'll shoot the mooon, and hope to call the tune-and make no pin cushion of this big balloon.&lt;br /&gt;Look how we balance the world on the tips of our noses,like Sealions with a ball, at the carnival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-6127533535197530976?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/6127533535197530976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=6127533535197530976' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/6127533535197530976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/6127533535197530976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/09/jethro-tull-sealion.html' title='Jethro Tull - Sealion'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-482343608312465964</id><published>2009-08-25T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:57:33.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marisa Monte - O Rio</title><content type='html'>Ouve o barulho do rio, meu filho&lt;br&gt;Deixa esse som te embalar&lt;br&gt;As folhas que caem no rio, meu filho&lt;br&gt;Terminam nas &amp;#225;guas do mar&lt;p&gt;Quando amanh&amp;#227; por acaso faltar&lt;br&gt;Uma alegria no seu cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o&lt;br&gt;Lembra do som dessas &amp;#225;guas de l&amp;#225;&lt;br&gt;Faz desse rio a sua ora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o&lt;p&gt;Lembra, meu filho, passou, passar&amp;#225;&lt;br&gt;Essa certeza, a ci&amp;#234;ncia nos d&amp;#225;&lt;br&gt;Que vai chover quando o sol se cansar&lt;br&gt;Para que flores n&amp;#227;o faltem&lt;br&gt;Para que flores n&amp;#227;o faltem jamais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-482343608312465964?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/482343608312465964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=482343608312465964' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/482343608312465964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/482343608312465964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/08/marisa-monte-o-rio.html' title='Marisa Monte - O Rio'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-3119925481144667933</id><published>2009-08-25T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:54:50.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson - Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;All you gotta do is just walk away and pass me by&lt;BR&gt;Don't acknowledge my  smile when I try to say hello to you, yeah&lt;BR&gt;And all you gotta do is not answer  my calls when &lt;BR&gt;I'm trying to get through&lt;BR&gt;To keep me wondering why, when  all I can do is sigh&lt;BR&gt;I just wanna touch you&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;[Chorus]&lt;BR&gt;I just wanna  touch and kiss&lt;BR&gt;And I wish that I could be with you tonight&lt;BR&gt;You give me  butterflies inside, inside and I&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;All I gotta say is that I must be  dreaming, can't be real&lt;BR&gt;You're not here with me, still I can feel you near  me&lt;BR&gt;I caress you, let you taste us, just so blissful listen&lt;BR&gt;I would give  you anything baby, just make my dreams come true&lt;BR&gt;Oh baby you give me  butterflies&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;[Chorus]&lt;BR&gt;I just wanna touch and kiss&lt;BR&gt;And I wish that I  could be with you tonight&lt;BR&gt;You give me butterflies inside, inside and I&lt;BR&gt;I  just wanna touch and kiss&lt;BR&gt;And I wish that I could be with you tonight&lt;BR&gt;You  give me butterflies inside, inside and I&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If you would take my hand, baby  I would show you&lt;BR&gt;Guide you to the light babe&lt;BR&gt;If you would be my love, baby  I will love you, love you&lt;BR&gt;'Til the end of time&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;[Chorus]&lt;BR&gt;I just  wanna touch and kiss&lt;BR&gt;And I wish that I could be with you tonight&lt;BR&gt;You give  me butterflies inside, inside and I&lt;BR&gt;I just wanna touch and kiss&lt;BR&gt;And I wish  that I could be with you tonight&lt;BR&gt;You give me butterflies inside, inside and  I&lt;BR&gt;I just wanna touch and kiss&lt;BR&gt;And I wish that I could be with you  tonight&lt;BR&gt;You give me butterflies inside, inside and  I&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-3119925481144667933?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/3119925481144667933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=3119925481144667933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/3119925481144667933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/3119925481144667933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/08/michael-jackson-butterflies.html' title='Michael Jackson - Butterflies'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-326890881647426633</id><published>2009-08-13T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:05:52.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dido - White Flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I know you think  that I shouldn't still love you,&lt;BR&gt;or tell you that.&lt;BR&gt;But if I didn't say it,  well I'd still have felt it&lt;BR&gt;where's the sense in that?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I promise I'm  not trying to make your life harder&lt;BR&gt;Or return to where we were&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But I  will go down with this ship&lt;BR&gt;And I won't put my hands up and  surrender&lt;BR&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;BR&gt;I'm in love and always  will be&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I know I left too much mess and&lt;BR&gt;destruction to come back  again&lt;BR&gt;And I caused nothing but trouble&lt;BR&gt;I understand if you can't talk to  me again&lt;BR&gt;And if you live by the rules of "it's over"&lt;BR&gt;then I'm sure that  makes sense&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But I will go down with this ship&lt;BR&gt;And I won't put my hands  up and surrender&lt;BR&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;BR&gt;I'm in love and  always will be&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And when we meet&lt;BR&gt;Which I'm sure we will&lt;BR&gt;All that was  then&lt;BR&gt;Will be there still&lt;BR&gt;I'll let it pass&lt;BR&gt;And hold my tongue&lt;BR&gt;And you  will think&lt;BR&gt;That I've moved on....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I will go down with this ship&lt;BR&gt;And  I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;BR&gt;There will be no white flag above my  door&lt;BR&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I will go down with this  ship&lt;BR&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;BR&gt;There will be no white flag  above my door&lt;BR&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I will go down with this  ship&lt;BR&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;BR&gt;There will be no white flag  above my door&lt;BR&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-326890881647426633?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/326890881647426633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=326890881647426633' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/326890881647426633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/326890881647426633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/08/dido-white-flag.html' title='Dido - White Flag'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-1247524412801042110</id><published>2009-08-13T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:05:49.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dido - Sand In My Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Two weeks away feels  like the whole world should've changed&lt;BR&gt;But I'm home now&lt;BR&gt;And things still  look the same&lt;BR&gt;I think I'll leave it till tomorrow to unpack&lt;BR&gt;Try to forget  for one more night&lt;BR&gt;That I'm back in my flat on the road&lt;BR&gt;Where the cars  never stop going through the night&lt;BR&gt;To real life where I can't watch  sunset&lt;BR&gt;I don't have time&lt;BR&gt;I don't have time&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I've still got sand in  my shoes&lt;BR&gt;And I can't shake the thought of you&lt;BR&gt;I should get on, forget  you&lt;BR&gt;But why would I want to?&lt;BR&gt;I know we said goodbye&lt;BR&gt;Anything else  would've been confused but&lt;BR&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Tomorrow's back to  work and down to sanitation&lt;BR&gt;Run a bath and then clear up the mess I made  before I left here&lt;BR&gt;Try to remind myself that I was happy here&lt;BR&gt;Before I  knew that I could get on a plane and fly away&lt;BR&gt;From the road where the cars  never stop going through the night&lt;BR&gt;To a life where I can watch sunset&lt;BR&gt;And  take my time&lt;BR&gt;Take all our time&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I've still got sand in my shoes&lt;BR&gt;And  I can't shake the thought of you&lt;BR&gt;I should get on, forget you&lt;BR&gt;But why would  I want to?&lt;BR&gt;I know we said goodbye&lt;BR&gt;Anything else would've been confused  but&lt;BR&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;BR&gt;I wanna see you  again&lt;BR&gt;Two weeks away&lt;BR&gt;All it takes to change and turn me around I  follow&lt;BR&gt;I walked away and never said that I wanted to see you...  again&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I've still got sand in my shoes&lt;BR&gt;And I can't shake the thought of  you&lt;BR&gt;I should get on, forget you&lt;BR&gt;But why would I want to?&lt;BR&gt;I know we said  goodbye&lt;BR&gt;Anything else would've been confused but&lt;BR&gt;I wanna see you  again&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(I wanna see you again)&lt;BR&gt;I've still got sand in my shoes&lt;BR&gt;And I  can't shake the thought of you&lt;BR&gt;(I wanna see you again)&lt;BR&gt;I should get on,  forget you&lt;BR&gt;But why would I want to?&lt;BR&gt;I know we said goodbye&lt;BR&gt;Anything  else would've been confused but&lt;BR&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I wanna see you  again&lt;BR&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-1247524412801042110?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/1247524412801042110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=1247524412801042110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/1247524412801042110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/1247524412801042110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/08/dido-sand-in-my-shoes.html' title='Dido - Sand In My Shoes'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-964999439716975142</id><published>2009-07-30T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T06:17:50.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chris de burgh - suzana</title><content type='html'>We sit together on the sofa&lt;br&gt;With the music way down low&lt;br&gt;waited so long for this moment&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s hard to think it&amp;#39;s really so&lt;br&gt;The door is locked there&amp;#39;s no one home&lt;br&gt;They&amp;#39;ve all gone out we&amp;#39;re all alone&lt;br&gt;Su-sanna Su-sanna&lt;br&gt;Su-sanna I&amp;#39;m crazy loving you&lt;br&gt;I put my arm aroud her shoulder&lt;br&gt;Run my fingers through her hair&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s a dream I can&amp;#39;t believe it&lt;br&gt;It took so long it&amp;#39;s only fair&lt;br&gt;And then the phone begins to ring&lt;br&gt;And a strangers voice on the other end of the line&lt;br&gt;Says oh wrong number sorry to waste your time&lt;br&gt;And i think to myself  Why now  Why me  Why.......&lt;br&gt;Su-sanna su-sanna &lt;br&gt;Su-sanna I&amp;#39;m crazy loving you&lt;br&gt;Su-sanna Su-sanna &lt;br&gt;Su-sanna I&amp;#39;m crazy loving you&lt;br&gt;Again I sit myself beside her&lt;br&gt;Try to take her hand in mineThe moment&amp;#39;s gone the feeling&amp;#39;s over&lt;br&gt;She looks around to find the time&lt;br&gt;Then she says could we just sit and chat&lt;br&gt;And I think well that&amp;#39;s that Susanna Susannna &lt;br&gt;Susanna I&amp;#39;m crazy loving you Still we sit here on the sofa&lt;br&gt;With the stereo on ten The magic&amp;#39;s gone it&amp;#39;s a disaster&lt;br&gt;There seems no point to start again She says I think I&amp;#39;d better go&lt;br&gt;She says goodbye and I say... NO! Su-sanna Su-sanna &lt;br&gt;Su-sanna I&amp;#39;m crazy loving you Su-sanna Su-sanna &lt;br&gt;Su-sanna I&amp;#39;m crazy loving you I&amp;#39;m so crazy loving you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-964999439716975142?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/964999439716975142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=964999439716975142' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/964999439716975142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/964999439716975142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/07/chris-de-burgh-suzana.html' title='chris de burgh - suzana'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-6044904160908184456</id><published>2009-07-29T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:31:27.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my life - Simple Plan</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;br&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;br&gt;Like somehow you just don&amp;#39;t belong,&lt;br&gt;And no one understands you?&lt;p&gt;Do you ever wanna run away?&lt;br&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;br&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud,&lt;br&gt;To no one hears you screaming?&lt;p&gt;No you don&amp;#39;t know what it&amp;#39;s like,&lt;br&gt;When nothing feels all right,&lt;br&gt;You don&amp;#39;t know what it&amp;#39;s like,&lt;br&gt;To be like me...&lt;p&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost,&lt;br&gt;To be left out in the dark,&lt;br&gt;To be kicked when you&amp;#39;re down,&lt;br&gt;To feel like you&amp;#39;ve been pushed around,&lt;br&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down,&lt;br&gt;When no one&amp;#39;s there to save you,&lt;br&gt;No you don&amp;#39;t know what it&amp;#39;s like,&lt;br&gt;Welcome to my life.&lt;p&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;br&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;br&gt;Are you desperate to find something more&lt;br&gt;Before your life is over?&lt;p&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;br&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;br&gt;With their big fake smiles and stupid lies,&lt;br&gt;While deep inside you&amp;#39;re bleeding?&lt;p&gt;No you don&amp;#39;t know what it&amp;#39;s like,&lt;br&gt;When nothing feels all right,&lt;br&gt;You don&amp;#39;t know what it&amp;#39;s like,&lt;br&gt;To be like me...&lt;p&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost,&lt;br&gt;To be left out in the dark,&lt;br&gt;To be kicked when you&amp;#39;re down,&lt;br&gt;To feel like you&amp;#39;ve been pushed around,&lt;br&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down,&lt;br&gt;When no one&amp;#39;s there to save you,&lt;br&gt;No you don&amp;#39;t know what it&amp;#39;s like,&lt;br&gt;Welcome to my life.&lt;p&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face,&lt;br&gt;And no one ever stabbed you in the back,&lt;br&gt;You might think I&amp;#39;m happy,&lt;br&gt;But I&amp;#39;m not gonna be okay,&lt;br&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted,&lt;br&gt;You never had to work it was always there,&lt;br&gt;You don&amp;#39;t know what it&amp;#39;s like,&lt;br&gt;What it&amp;#39;s like...&lt;p&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost,&lt;br&gt;To be left out in the dark,&lt;br&gt;To be kicked when you&amp;#39;re down,&lt;br&gt;To feel like you&amp;#39;ve been pushed around,&lt;br&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down,&lt;br&gt;When no one&amp;#39;s there to save you,&lt;br&gt;No you don&amp;#39;t know what it&amp;#39;s like,&lt;p&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost,&lt;br&gt;To be left out in the dark,&lt;br&gt;To be kicked when you&amp;#39;re down,&lt;br&gt;To feel like you&amp;#39;ve been pushed around,&lt;br&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down,&lt;br&gt;When no one&amp;#39;s there to save you,&lt;br&gt;No you don&amp;#39;t know what it&amp;#39;s like,&lt;p&gt;Welcome to my life,&lt;br&gt;Welcome to my life,&lt;br&gt;Welcome to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-6044904160908184456?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/6044904160908184456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=6044904160908184456' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/6044904160908184456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/6044904160908184456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-my-life-simple-plan.html' title='Welcome to my life - Simple Plan'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-7394642005894328907</id><published>2009-07-16T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:14:16.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O vovô Roberto Carlos</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" color=#000080&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Não, eu não gosto dele,  não perdi tempo assistindo ao show dele, mas como tem gente que curte, eis a  biografia dele:&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic"  color=#000080&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" color=#000080&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Roberto Carlos Braga,  Nasceu em Cachoeiro de Itapemirim no Espírito Santo em 19 de abril de 1941. É um  cantor e compositor brasileiro. Ele é o artista latino-americano que teve mais  discos vendidos e o cantor brasileiro que mais vendeu discos no mundo.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Em 50 anos de carreira, completados em 2009, vendeu mais de 120 milhões  de álbuns. Os temas que mais aparecem em suas composições (em parceria com  Erasmo Carlos) são o amor e a fé. Nesses 50 anos de carreira, faz uma turnê de  comemoração de 50 anos, cuja primeira apresentação foi em Cachoeiro de  Itapemirim, sua cidade natal, no dia em que completa 68 anos. O show foi no  estádio do Sumaré, em 19 de abril de 2009.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Roberto Carlos é o quarto e  último filho do relojoeiro Robertino Braga e da costureira Laura Moreira. A  família morava no bairro do Recanto, numa casa modesta, no alto de uma ladeira.  Os demais membros da família eram: Lauro Roberto Braga, Carlos Alberto Braga e  Norma Moreira Braga, a qual Roberto Carlos carinhosamente chamava  Norminha.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Apelidado na infância como "Zunga", ainda criança aprendeu a  tocar violão e piano - a princípio com sua mãe e, posteriormente, no  Conservatório Musical de Cachoeiro de Itapemirim. O ídolo na época era Bob  Nelson, um artista brasileiro que se vestia de cowboy e cantava música "country"  em português.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Incentivado pela mãe, cantou pela primeira vez em um  programa infantil na Rádio Cachoeiro, aos nove anos. Apresentou-se cantando o  bolero "Amor y más amor". Como prêmio pelo primeiro lugar, recebeu balas. O  cantor recordaria anos depois o momento, relatado na obra "Roberto Carlos em  Detalhes", de Paulo Cesar de Araújo: "Eu estava muito nervoso, mas muito  contente de cantar no rádio. Ganhei um punhado de balas, que era como o programa  premiava as crianças que lá se apresentavam. Foi um dia lindo." Tornou-se então  presença assídua do programa, todos os domingos acreditando no seus sonhos de  cantar.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Durante a infância sofreu um acidente ferroviário, que feriu  gravemente sua perna, que teve de ser amputada, substituida por uma&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Seu  sucesso teve início nos anos 60, quando celebrava o rock "n roll com artistas  como Erasmo Carlos, Wanderléa, entre outros. Junto com os dois cantores já  citados, Roberto pode ser considerado um dos pais da Jovem Guarda. Nessa época  ele emplacou músicas como Splish Splash, Parei na Contramão, É Proibido Fumar e  O Calhambeque.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Depois de um desentendimento com seu parceiro de  composições, Erasmo Carlos, Roberto seguiu escrevendo sozinho músicas marcantes.  A trilha sonora do filme Roberto Carlos Em Ritmo De Aventura trazia canções dele  como Por Isso Corro Demais, Como É Grande O Meu Por Você e Quando. O filme além  de reatar a amizade com Erasmo, garantiu a Roberto o sucesso também nos telões,  com uma das maiores bilheterias da época. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A mudança na carreira do  cantor viria com a chegada dos anos 70. Ainda em 1969, seu disco Roberto Carlos,  que trouxe faixas como As Curvas da Estrada de Santos e As Flores do Jardim de  Nossa Casa já mostrava traços mais românticos. Foi nos anos 70 também que  Roberto firmaria seus laços fortes com a religião. O álbum de 1970 trazia a  canção Jesus Cristo, um de seus maiores sucessos.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Century Gothic" color=#000080&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;O último filme intitulado Roberto  Carlos a 300 por Hora é de 1971, quando ele também lançou um novo disco com  músicas marcantes: Detalhes, Todos Estão Surdos e Embaixo dos Caracóis dos Seus  Cabelos. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;O programa anual de Roberto Carlos na Rede Globo de Televisão  teve início em 1974, quando obteve um grande índice de audiência.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A  chegada dos anos 80 marcou uma nova fase na carreira internacional de Roberto  Carlos. Ele gravou seu primeiro disco cantado todo em inglês. Em 1982, receberia  da CBS o prêmio Globo de Cristal, por vender mais de 5 milhões de cópias fora do  seu país de origem.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Já em 1988, ganharia o Grammy de Melhor Cantor  Latino-Americano e ainda atingiria o topo da parada latina da Billboard.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Nos anos 90, Roberto Carlos continuou como um grande campeão de vendas  ao bater os Beatles em vendagens, com mais de 70 milhões de cópias.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Nos  anos 2000, Roberto foi mais um artista a participar do estrelado hall da série  Acústico da MTV. O disco trouxe a participação de artistas como Samuel Rosa, do  conjunto Skank, e o guitarrista Tony Bellotto, dos Titãs.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Em 2004,  comemorando os 30 anos de sua série de especiais na TV Globo, Roberto Carlos  teve sua discografia relançada em grandes boxes, divididos por décadas. Um ano  depois levaria o Grammy Latino de Melhor Álbum de Música Romântica, com o álbum  Pra Sempre Ao Vivo No Pacaembu.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Ele repete a dose em 2006, faturando novo  Grammy Latino com o disco Roberto Carlos, de 2005. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Depois disso, Roberto  Carlos lançou mais três discos: Duetos, Roberto Carlos En Vivo (disco em  espanhol) e Roberto Carlos e Caetano Veloso e a música de Tom  Jobim.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;recebido de &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic"  color=#000080&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Sigmar Sabin&lt;BR&gt;Professor, Palestrante e Aprendiz da  vida&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-7394642005894328907?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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manera&lt;BR&gt;se me adentra usted  sonriendo&lt;BR&gt;como si fuera&lt;BR&gt;la primavera!&lt;BR&gt;(Yo,  muriendo.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-9098585902315953320?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/9098585902315953320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=9098585902315953320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/9098585902315953320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/9098585902315953320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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back&lt;BR&gt;Before the cool done run out&lt;BR&gt;I'll be giving it my bestest&lt;BR&gt;Nothin's  going to stop me but devine intervention&lt;BR&gt;I reckon its again my turn to win  some or learn some&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I won't hesitate no more&lt;BR&gt;No more it cannot wait,  i'm yours&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;BR&gt;Open up your plans  and damn you're free&lt;BR&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find love love  love&lt;BR&gt;Listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me&lt;BR&gt;Ah la peaceful  melody&lt;BR&gt;Its your godforsaken right to be loved love loved love love&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So  i won't hesitate no more&lt;BR&gt;No more it cannot wait i'm sure&lt;BR&gt;Theres no need to  complicate&lt;BR&gt;Our time is short&lt;BR&gt;This is our fate, i'm yours&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I been  spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror&lt;BR&gt;And bendin over  backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;BR&gt;My breath fogged up the glass&lt;BR&gt;So i  drew a new face and laughed&lt;BR&gt;I guess what i'm sayin is there ain't no better  reason&lt;BR&gt;To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons&lt;BR&gt;Its what we  aim to do&lt;BR&gt;Our name is our virtue&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I won't hesitate no more&lt;BR&gt;No more  it cannot wait i'm sure&lt;BR&gt;Theres no need to complicate&lt;BR&gt;Our time is  short&lt;BR&gt;It cannot wait, i'm yours&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-7510737274380496577?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/7510737274380496577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=7510737274380496577' title='0 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Jackson - Thriller</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;It's close to midnight&lt;BR&gt;And something evil's lurking in the dark&lt;BR&gt;Under  the moonlight&lt;BR&gt;You see a sight that almost stops your heart&lt;BR&gt;You try to  scream&lt;BR&gt;But terror takes the sound before you make it&lt;BR&gt;You start to  freeze&lt;BR&gt;As horror looks you right between the eyes&lt;BR&gt;You're  paralyzed&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;CHORUS:&lt;BR&gt;'Cause this is thriller, thriller at night&lt;BR&gt;And no  one's gonna save you&lt;BR&gt;From the beast about to strike&lt;BR&gt;You know it's  thriller, thriller at night&lt;BR&gt;You're fighting for your life&lt;BR&gt;Inside a killer,  thriller tonight.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You hear the door slam&lt;BR&gt;And realize there's nowhere  left to run&lt;BR&gt;You feel the cold hand&lt;BR&gt;And wonder if you'll ever see the  sun&lt;BR&gt;You close your eyes&lt;BR&gt;And hope that this is just imagination&lt;BR&gt;Girl,  but all the while&lt;BR&gt;You hear the creature creepin' up behind&lt;BR&gt;You're out of  time&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;CHORUS:&lt;BR&gt;'Cause this is thriller, thriller night&lt;BR&gt;There ain't no  second chance&lt;BR&gt;Against the thing with forty eyes, girl&lt;BR&gt;You know it's  thriller, thriller night&lt;BR&gt;You're fighting for your life&lt;BR&gt;Inside a killer,  thriller tonight&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Night creatures call and the dead&lt;BR&gt;Start to walk in  their masquerade&lt;BR&gt;There's no escaping&lt;BR&gt;The jaws of the alien this  time&lt;BR&gt;(They're open wide)&lt;BR&gt;This is the end of your life&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;They're out  to get you,&lt;BR&gt;There's demons closing in on every side&lt;BR&gt;They will possess  you&lt;BR&gt;Unless you change the number on your dial&lt;BR&gt;Now is the time&lt;BR&gt;For you  and I to cuddle close together&lt;BR&gt;All through the night&lt;BR&gt;I'll save you from  the terrors on the screen,&lt;BR&gt;I'll make you see&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;CHORUS (TWICE):&lt;BR&gt;That  it's a thriller, thriller at night&lt;BR&gt;'Cause I can thrill you&lt;BR&gt;More than any  ghost would ever dare to try&lt;BR&gt;Girl, this is thriller, thriller night&lt;BR&gt;So let  me hold you tight&lt;BR&gt;And share a killer, diller, chiller,&lt;BR&gt;Thriller here  tonight&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(Rap performed by Vincent Price)&lt;BR&gt;"Darkness falls across the  land&lt;BR&gt;The midnite hour is close at hand&lt;BR&gt;Creatures crawl in search of  blood&lt;BR&gt;To terrorize y'awl's neighborhood&lt;BR&gt;And whosoever shall be  found&lt;BR&gt;Without the soul for getting down&lt;BR&gt;Must stand and face the hounds of  hell&lt;BR&gt;And rot inside a corpse's shell&lt;BR&gt;The foulest stench is in the  air&lt;BR&gt;The funk of forty thousand years&lt;BR&gt;And grizzly ghouls from every  tomb&lt;BR&gt;Are closing in to seal your doom&lt;BR&gt;And though you fight to stay  alive&lt;BR&gt;Your body starts to shiver&lt;BR&gt;For no mere mortal can resist&lt;BR&gt;The evil  of the thriller"&lt;BR&gt;(Into maniacal laugh, in deep echo)&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-4850262293549915745?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/4850262293549915745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=4850262293549915745' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/4850262293549915745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/4850262293549915745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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pretending day by  day&lt;BR&gt;That someone, somewhere will soon make a change&lt;BR&gt;We are all a part of  Gods great big family&lt;BR&gt;And the truth, you know,&lt;BR&gt;Love is all we  need&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;BR&gt;We are the world, we are the children&lt;BR&gt;We are the  ones who make a brighter day&lt;BR&gt;So lets start giving&lt;BR&gt;Theres a choice we're  making&lt;BR&gt;We're saving out own lives&lt;BR&gt;its true we'll make a better day&lt;BR&gt;Just  you and me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;We'll send them your heart so they'll know that someone  cares&lt;BR&gt;And their lives will be stronger and free&lt;BR&gt;As God has shown us by  turning stones to bread&lt;BR&gt;So we all must lend a helping  hand&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;BR&gt;We are the world, we are the children&lt;BR&gt;We are the  ones who make a brighter day&lt;BR&gt;So let's start giving&lt;BR&gt;Theres a choice we're  making&lt;BR&gt;We're saving out own lives&lt;BR&gt;its true we'll make a better day&lt;BR&gt;Just  you and me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When you're down and out, there seems no hope at all&lt;BR&gt;But if  you just believe theres no way we can fall&lt;BR&gt;Let us realize that a change can  only come&lt;BR&gt;When we stand together as one&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;BR&gt;We are the world,  we are the children&lt;BR&gt;We are the ones who make a brighter day&lt;BR&gt;So lets start  giving&lt;BR&gt;Theres a choice we're making&lt;BR&gt;We're saving out own lives&lt;BR&gt;its true  we'll make a better day&lt;BR&gt;Just you and me&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-5192360506363136553?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5192360506363136553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas não são forever&lt;br /&gt;Dores já não são together&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente ama espera&lt;br /&gt;Um dia assim chegar&lt;br /&gt;Chegou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sei como iluminar a nossa fonte&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Eu já consigo ir além do horizonte&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;E os detalhes tão pequenos de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram pra depois&lt;br /&gt;Depois, depois, depois, depois&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei de tudo como um dia de domingo&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;E o que vier para nós dois será bem vindo&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Só não demore quanto ao tempo pra chegar&lt;br /&gt;Chegou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ao tempo te esperei&lt;br /&gt;E o passado assim passou&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o céu mudou de tom&lt;br /&gt;Pra falar do nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Acho que chorei igual&lt;br /&gt;Com a chuva no quintal&lt;br /&gt;Acho que sonhei do bom&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o céu mudou de tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sei como ir além do horizonte&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Eu já consigo iluminar a nossa fonte&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;E os detalhes tão pequenos de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram pra depois&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei de tudo como um dia de domingo&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;E o que vier para nós dois será bem vindo&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Só não demore quanto ao tempo pra chegar&lt;br /&gt;Chegou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes to see you&lt;br /&gt;But I need&lt;br /&gt;To believe it's true&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love likes crazy&lt;br /&gt;Love is you, is you, is you, is you&lt;br /&gt;And me and you&lt;br /&gt;If I don't know how good it is&lt;br /&gt;Só não demore quanto ao tempo pra chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-3611554136334675187?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' 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allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas não são forever&lt;br /&gt;Dores já não são together&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente ama espera&lt;br /&gt;Um dia assim chegar&lt;br /&gt;Chegou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sei como iluminar a nossa fonte&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Eu já consigo ir além do horizonte&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;E os detalhes tão pequenos de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram pra depois&lt;br /&gt;Depois, depois, depois, depois&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei de tudo como um dia de domingo&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;E o que vier para nós dois será bem vindo&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Só não demore quanto ao tempo pra chegar&lt;br /&gt;Chegou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ao tempo te esperei&lt;br /&gt;E o passado assim passou&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o céu mudou de tom&lt;br /&gt;Pra falar do nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Acho que chorei igual&lt;br /&gt;Com a chuva no quintal&lt;br /&gt;Acho que sonhei do bom&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o céu mudou de tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sei como ir além do horizonte&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Eu já consigo iluminar a nossa fonte&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;E os detalhes tão pequenos de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram pra depois&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei de tudo como um dia de domingo&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;E o que vier para nós dois será bem vindo&lt;br /&gt;É&lt;br /&gt;Só não demore quanto ao tempo pra chegar&lt;br /&gt;Chegou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes to see you&lt;br /&gt;But I need&lt;br /&gt;To believe it's true&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love likes crazy&lt;br /&gt;Love is you, is you, is you, is you&lt;br /&gt;And me and you&lt;br /&gt;If I don't know how good it is&lt;br /&gt;Só não demore quanto ao tempo pra chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-2618896951789743731?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' 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jalai lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar se piya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar maa badi aag hai&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tu aara nikaari o lab se piya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ah haa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tu aara nikaari o lab se piya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Je duniya badi jhaag hai&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Beedi jalai lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar se piya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar maa badi aag hai&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naa ghilaaf&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naa lihaaf&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thandi hawa bhi khilaaf Sasuri&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Itni sardi hai kisi ka lihaaf lei lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jaa padosi ke chulhe se aag lei lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jaa padosi ke chulhe se aag lei lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naa kasoor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naa fatoor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naa kasoor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naa fatoor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bina juram ke hujoor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Marr gayi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ho marr gayi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aise ek din dupahari bulai liyo re&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Baandh ghungru kacehri lagai liyo re&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bulai liyo re&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bulai liyo re&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dupahari&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lagai liyo re&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lagai liyo re&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kacehri&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Angethi chadahi le&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar se piya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar maa badi aag hai&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Beedi jalai lay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar se piya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jigar maa badi aag hai&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Na toh chakkua ki dhaar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Na daraati na kataar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Na toh chaa-kua ki dhaar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Na daraati na kataar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aisa kaate ke daat ka nisaan chod de&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Je kataai to koi bhi kisaan chod de&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O aise… jaalim ka chod de makaan chod de&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Re billo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;jaalim ka chod de makaan chod de&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;aise jaalim ka&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;o aise jaalim ka&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;aise jaalim ka chod de makaan chod de&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;na bulaya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;na bataya&lt;/p&gt; 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que sair.&lt;br&gt;Sair de que jeito&lt;br&gt;Se n&amp;#227;o sei o rumo para onde vou&lt;br&gt;Muito vagamente lembro que estou&lt;br&gt;Em uma boate aqui da&lt;br&gt;Zona Sul.&lt;br&gt;Eu bebi demais&lt;br&gt;E n&amp;#227;o consigo me lembrar se quer&lt;br&gt;Qual &amp;#233; o nome daquela mulher&lt;br&gt;A flor da noite na&lt;br&gt;Boate Azul.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Interpreta&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o: Joaquim e Manoel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-2512176964951144251?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/2512176964951144251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=2512176964951144251' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rolê</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 width=770 border=0 padding="0"&gt;   &lt;TBODY&gt;   &lt;TR&gt;     &lt;TD bgColor=white colSpan=3&gt;       &lt;DIV id=contents&gt;       &lt;P&gt;Não se assuste pessoa&lt;BR&gt;Se eu lhe disser que a vida é boa&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Não        se assuste pessoa&lt;BR&gt;Se eu lhe disser que a vida é boa&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Enquanto        eles se batem&lt;BR&gt;Dê um rolê e você vai ouvir&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Apenas quem já        dizia&lt;BR&gt;Eu não tenho nada antes de você ser&lt;BR&gt;Eu sou,&lt;BR&gt;Eu sou, eu sou,        eu sou o amor&lt;BR&gt;Da cabeça aos pés&lt;BR&gt;Eu sou, eu sou, eu sou o amor&lt;BR&gt;Da        cabeça aos pés&lt;BR&gt;Eu sou, eu sou, eu sou o amor&lt;BR&gt;Da cabeça aos        pés&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;E só tô beijando o rosto de quem dá valor&lt;BR&gt;Pra quem vale mais        um rosto do que cem mil réis&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Eu sou, eu sou, eu sou o amor&lt;BR&gt;Da        cabeça aos pés&lt;BR&gt;Eu sou, eu sou, eu sou o amor&lt;BR&gt;Da cabeça aos pés&lt;BR&gt;Eu        sou, eu sou, eu sou o amor&lt;BR&gt;Da cabeça aos pés&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;   &lt;TR&gt;     &lt;TD width=29 background=/tp5.gif&gt;&lt;IMG        src="http://www.zap-letras.com/tp4.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-3573413138522016984?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/3573413138522016984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=3573413138522016984' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;Meu coração pulou&lt;BR&gt;Você chegou, me deixou assim&lt;BR&gt;Com os pés fora do  chão&lt;BR&gt;Pensei: que bom&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Parece, enfim, acordei&lt;BR&gt;Pra renovar meu  ser&lt;BR&gt;Faltava mesmo chegar você&lt;BR&gt;Assim, sem avisar&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Pra acelerar&lt;BR&gt;Um  coração que já bate pouco&lt;BR&gt;De tanto procurar por outro&lt;BR&gt;Anda  cansado&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Mas quando você está do lado&lt;BR&gt;Fica louco de  satisfação&lt;BR&gt;Solidão nunca mais&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Você caiu do céu&lt;BR&gt;Um anjo lindo que  apareceu&lt;BR&gt;Com olhos de cristal&lt;BR&gt;Me enfeitiçou&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Eu nunca vi nada  igual&lt;BR&gt;De repente&lt;BR&gt;Você surgiu na minha frente&lt;BR&gt;Luz tão  brilhante&lt;BR&gt;Cometa em forma de gente&lt;BR&gt;Invasor do planeta amor&lt;BR&gt;Você me  conquistou&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Me olha, me toca&lt;BR&gt;Me faz sentir&lt;BR&gt;Que é hora, agora&lt;BR&gt;Da  gente ir&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;El cielo te envió&lt;BR&gt;Un ángel bueno, una tentación&lt;BR&gt;Mirada  criminal&lt;BR&gt;Que me embrujó&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Jamás senti nada igual&lt;BR&gt;De repente&lt;BR&gt;Te vi  parada justo en frente&lt;BR&gt;Luz tan brillante&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Estrella trasformada en  gente&lt;BR&gt;La invasora del planeta amor&lt;BR&gt;Robo mí corazón&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Mi ángel, mi  alma&lt;BR&gt;Me haces sentir&lt;BR&gt;Que es hora, ahora&lt;BR&gt;De ser  feliz&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-8573932505441750425?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8573932505441750425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-7930011184390033582</id><published>2009-06-05T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:35:19.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não se esqueça de mim (tema de Bahuan e Maya)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SinH19x-dwI/AAAAAAAACJ0/D9Y6SYqWanI/s1600-h/nanacaymmi-719681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SinH19x-dwI/AAAAAAAACJ0/D9Y6SYqWanI/s320/nanacaymmi-719681.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344022162782975746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;EM&gt;canta: Nana Caymmi&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;Onde você estiver,&lt;BR&gt;Não se equeça de mim&lt;BR&gt;Com quem você estiver não se  esqueça de mim&lt;BR&gt;Eu quero apenas estar no seu pensamento&lt;BR&gt;Por um momento  pensar que você pensa em mim&lt;BR&gt;Onde você estiver, não se esqueça de  mim&lt;BR&gt;Mesmo que exista outro amor que te faça feliz&lt;BR&gt;Se resta, em sua  lembrança, um pouco do muito que eu te quis&lt;BR&gt;Onde você estiver, não se esqueça  de mim&lt;BR&gt;Eu quero apenas estar no seu pensamento&lt;BR&gt;Por um momento pensar que  você pensa em mim&lt;BR&gt;Onde você estiver, não se esqueça de mim&lt;BR&gt;Quando você se  lembrar não se esqueça que eu&lt;BR&gt;Que eu não consigo apagar você da minha  vida&lt;BR&gt;Onde você estiver não se esqueça de mim&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-7930011184390033582?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SinH19x-dwI/AAAAAAAACJ0/D9Y6SYqWanI/s72-c/nanacaymmi-719681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-8572967795804317680</id><published>2009-05-29T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:14:04.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calcinha Preta - Você Não Vale Nada</title><content type='html'>Voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o vale nada,&lt;br&gt;      Mas eu gosto de voc&amp;#234;!&lt;br&gt;      Voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o vale nada,&lt;br&gt;      Mas eu gosto de voc&amp;#234;!&lt;br&gt;      Tudo que eu queria&lt;br&gt;      Era saber porqu&amp;#234;?!?&lt;br&gt;      Tudo que eu queria&lt;br&gt;      Era saber porqu&amp;#234;?!?&lt;p&gt;      Voc&amp;#234; brincou comigo,&lt;br&gt;      Bagun&amp;#231;ou a minha vida.&lt;br&gt;      E esse meu sofrimento&lt;br&gt;      N&amp;#227;o tem explica&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o.&lt;br&gt;      J&amp;#225; fiz de quase tudo tentando te esque&amp;#231;er.&lt;br&gt;      Vendo a hora morrer&lt;br&gt;      N&amp;#227;o posso me acabar na m&amp;#227;o.&lt;br&gt;      Seu sangue &amp;#233; de barata,&lt;br&gt;      A boca &amp;#233; de vampiro.&lt;br&gt;      Um dia eu lhe tiro&lt;br&gt;      De vez meu cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o.&lt;br&gt;      A&amp;#237; n&amp;#227;o mais te quero&lt;br&gt;      Amor n&amp;#227;o d&amp;#234; ouvidos&lt;br&gt;      Por favor me perdoa&lt;br&gt;      T&amp;#244; morrendo de paix&amp;#227;o...&lt;p&gt;      Eu quero ver voc&amp;#234; sofrer&lt;br&gt;      S&amp;#243; pra deixar de ser ruim&lt;br&gt;      Eu vou fazer voc&amp;#234; chorar, se humilhar&lt;br&gt;      Ficar correndo atras de mim....(2x)&lt;p&gt;      Voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o vale nada,&lt;br&gt;      Mas eu gosto de voc&amp;#234;!&lt;br&gt;      Voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o vale nada,&lt;br&gt;      Mas eu gosto de voc&amp;#234;!&lt;br&gt;      Tudo que eu queria&lt;br&gt;      Era saber porqu&amp;#234;?!?&lt;br&gt;      Tudo que eu queria&lt;br&gt;      Era saber porqu&amp;#234;?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-8572967795804317680?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8572967795804317680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=8572967795804317680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/8572967795804317680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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um roseiral crescendo lindo&lt;br&gt;      Quem for louco ou for poeta&lt;br&gt;      Pode entrar, seja benvindo&lt;p&gt;      Aqui passa o bonde da lapinha&lt;br&gt;      Passa a filha da rainha&lt;br&gt;      Passa um disco voador&lt;br&gt;      &amp;#192;s vezes ele gira, p&amp;#225;ra e pisca&lt;br&gt;      Como quem quase se arrisca&lt;br&gt;      A parar pra conversar&lt;p&gt;      Mas n&amp;#227;o me sinto s&amp;#243;, tenho um vizinho&lt;br&gt;      Que &amp;#233; um b&amp;#234;bado velhinho&lt;br&gt;      Que acredita no destino&lt;br&gt;      Ele mora em cima do arvoredo&lt;br&gt;      Ele tem muitos brinquedos&lt;br&gt;      Ele sempre foi menino&lt;p&gt;      Agora se voc&amp;#234;s me d&amp;#227;o licen&amp;#231;a&lt;br&gt;      Eu vou ver um passarinho&lt;br&gt;      Que me chama no quintal&lt;br&gt;      Depois eu vou deitar para sonhar&lt;br&gt;      E dan&amp;#231;ar com a cigana&lt;br&gt;      Que eu perdi no carnaval&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-5392678927128912339</id><published>2009-05-21T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:23:07.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banda Eva - Tamanco Malandrinho</title><content type='html'>autor: Walter Queiroz&lt;p&gt;Vista sua mortalha azul turquesa&lt;br&gt;Mais bonita que a beleza&lt;br&gt;Mais humana que o perd&amp;#227;o&lt;p&gt;Calce seu tamanco malandrinho&lt;br&gt;Pintado de azul marinho&lt;br&gt;Que &amp;#233; a cor da solid&amp;#227;o&lt;p&gt;Transe carnaval s&amp;#227;o s&amp;#243; tr&amp;#234;s dias&lt;br&gt;De cacha&amp;#231;a e de folia&lt;br&gt;De alegria e de emo&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o&lt;p&gt;Chore quando chegar a ter&amp;#231;a-feira&lt;br&gt;Peito explode de saudade&lt;br&gt;Dilacera o cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o&lt;p&gt;Que eu quero ver&lt;br&gt;Eu quero ver &amp;#233;&lt;br&gt;Meu bloco na Avenida Sete encontrar com voc&amp;#234;&lt;br&gt;Eu quero ver &amp;#233;&lt;br&gt;Na arquibancada da vida voc&amp;#234; se perder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-5392678927128912339?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5392678927128912339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=5392678927128912339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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anjo&lt;br&gt;Pois &amp;#233;, sou o seu&lt;br&gt;Soube que anda triste&lt;br&gt;Que sente falta de algu&amp;#233;m&lt;br&gt;Que n&amp;#227;o quer amar ningu&amp;#233;m&lt;br&gt;Por isso estou aqui&lt;br&gt;Vim cuidar de voc&amp;#234;&lt;br&gt;Te proteger, te fazer sorrir&lt;br&gt;Te entender, te ouvir&lt;br&gt;E quando tiver cansada&lt;br&gt;Cantar pra voc&amp;#234; dormir&lt;br&gt;Te colocar sobre as minhas asas&lt;br&gt;Te apresentar as estrelas do meu c&amp;#233;u&lt;br&gt;Passar em Saturno e roubar o seu mais lindo anel&lt;br&gt;Vou secar qualquer l&amp;#225;grima&lt;br&gt;Que ousar cair&lt;br&gt;Vou desviar todo mal do seu pensamento&lt;br&gt;Vou estar contigo a todo momento&lt;br&gt;Sem que voc&amp;#234; me veja&lt;br&gt;Vou fazer tudo que voc&amp;#234; deseja&lt;br&gt;Mas, de repente voc&amp;#234; me beija&lt;br&gt;O cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o dispara&lt;br&gt;E a consci&amp;#234;ncia sente dor&lt;br&gt;E eu descubro que al&amp;#233;m de anjo&lt;br&gt;Eu posso ser seu amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-8939814104104854569?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8939814104104854569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=8939814104104854569' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/8939814104104854569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/8939814104104854569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/05/banda-eva-anjo.html' title='Banda Eva - Anjo'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-3852590582679986533</id><published>2009-05-17T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:08:52.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always on my mind - Elvis Presley</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Maybe I didn't treat you &lt;BR&gt;Quite as good as I  should have &lt;BR&gt;Maybe I didn't love you &lt;BR&gt;Quite as often as I could have  &lt;BR&gt;Little things I should have said and done &lt;BR&gt;I just never took the time  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You were always on my mind &lt;BR&gt;You were always on my mind &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Tell  me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died &lt;BR&gt;Give me, give me one more  chance &lt;BR&gt;To keep you satisfied, satisfied &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Maybe I didn't hold you  &lt;BR&gt;All those lonely, lonely times &lt;BR&gt;And I guess I never told you &lt;BR&gt;I'm so  happy that you're mine &lt;BR&gt;If I make you feel second best &lt;BR&gt;Girl, I'm sorry I  was blind &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You were always on my mind &lt;BR&gt;You were always on my mind  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died &lt;BR&gt;Give me, give me  one more chance &lt;BR&gt;To keep you satisfied, satisfied &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Little things I  should have said and done &lt;BR&gt;I just never took the time &lt;BR&gt;You were always on  my mind &lt;BR&gt;You are always on my mind &lt;BR&gt;You are always on my mind.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-2527818088513947213</id><published>2009-05-15T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:49:10.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandre Pires - A Deus Eu Peço</title><content type='html'>Que a menina dos meus olhos nunca venha a me abandonar a deus eu pe&amp;#231;o&lt;br&gt;Que encha a minha casa de alegria e muita paz a deus eu pe&amp;#231;o&lt;br&gt;Que voc&amp;#234; fique comigo e n&amp;#227;o me deixe mais minha vida a deus eu pe&amp;#231;o&lt;br&gt;Que pra dificuldade sempre encontre uma sa&amp;#237;da a deus eu pe&amp;#231;o&lt;p&gt;Pelos dias que teremos e as noites de paix&amp;#227;o amor a deus eu pe&amp;#231;o&lt;br&gt;Pelos filhos dos meus filhos e os filhos dos seus filhos a deus eu pe&amp;#231;o&lt;br&gt;Que a guerra n&amp;#227;o derrame o sangue dessa gente inocente a deus eu pe&amp;#231;o&lt;br&gt;Que o mal caia por terra e o bem se fa&amp;#231;a presente adeus eu pe&amp;#231;o&lt;p&gt;Um minuto mais de vida pra ti dar e de cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o inteiro me entregar(2X)&lt;br&gt;Um minuto mais de vida amor a deus eu pe&amp;#231;o&lt;br&gt;Que se eu morrer que seja de amor e que o meu amor seja todo seu&lt;br&gt;Iluminando a nossa paix&amp;#227;o todos os dias a deus eu pe&amp;#231;o(2X)&lt;p&gt;Pelos dias que teremos e a noites de paix&amp;#227;o amor a deus eu pe&amp;#231;o&lt;br&gt;Pelos filhos dos meus filhos e os filhos dos seus filhos a deus eu pe&amp;#231;o&lt;br&gt;Que a guerra n&amp;#227;o derrame o sangue dessa gente inocente a deus eu pe&amp;#231;o&lt;br&gt;Que o mal caia por terra e o bem se fa&amp;#231;a presente adeus eu pe&amp;#231;o&lt;p&gt;Um minuto mais de vida pra ti dar e de cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o inteiro me entregar(2X)&lt;br&gt;Um minuto a mais vida amor a deus eu pe&amp;#231;o&lt;br&gt;Que se eu morrer que seja de amor e que o meu amor seja todo seu&lt;br&gt;Iluminando a nossa paix&amp;#227;o todos os dias a deus eu pe&amp;#231;o (2X)&lt;p&gt;A deus eu pe&amp;#231;o que aben&amp;#231;oe a na&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o brasileira &amp;quot;vamu canta&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;A deus eu pe&amp;#231;o&lt;br&gt;Que se eu morrer que seja de amor e que o meu amor seja todo seu&lt;br&gt;Iluminando a nossa paix&amp;#227;o todos os dias a deus eu pe&amp;#231;o&lt;br&gt;Que se eu morrer que seja de amor e que o meu amor seja todo seu&lt;br&gt;Iluminando a nossa paix&amp;#227;o todos os dias... a deus eu pe&amp;#231;o ....Oo...DEUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-2527818088513947213?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-1073790795379241592</id><published>2009-05-15T15:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:47:17.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivete Sangalo - Completo</title><content type='html'>&amp;#201; t&amp;#227;o bom ter algu&amp;#233;m por perto&lt;br&gt;Pra voc&amp;#234; se sentir completo&lt;br&gt;Ter a m&amp;#227;o que te leva pro futuro&lt;br&gt;Vislumbrando um horizonte seguro&lt;p&gt;&amp;#201; t&amp;#227;o bom viajarmos juntos&lt;br&gt;E viver aproveitando tudo&lt;br&gt;Amanh&amp;#227; vai ser melhor que hoje&lt;br&gt;Novos sonhos ao amanhecer&lt;p&gt;Imagino milh&amp;#245;es de sorrisos&lt;br&gt;Cada um com seu jeito de ser&lt;br&gt;Mas ligados no mesmo destino&lt;br&gt;Um amor feito eu e voc&amp;#234;&lt;p&gt;[Refr&amp;#227;o]&lt;br&gt;O c&amp;#233;u e o mar, a lua e a estrela&lt;br&gt;O branco e o preto, tudo se completa de algum jeito&lt;br&gt;Homem, mulher&lt;br&gt;A faca e o queijo, o incerto e o perfeito&lt;br&gt;Tudo se completa de algum jeito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-1073790795379241592?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/1073790795379241592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=1073790795379241592' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/1073790795379241592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/1073790795379241592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/05/ivete-sangalo-completo.html' title='Ivete Sangalo - Completo'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-4249487981090202865</id><published>2009-05-15T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:46:47.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivete Sangalo - Agora Eu Já Sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;Duvidava, não entendia&lt;BR&gt;Quando alguém me falou&lt;BR&gt;Suspirava de  agonia&lt;BR&gt;Pra sentir esse amor&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;O tempo, mestre de todas horas e  dias,&lt;BR&gt;passou sem ver&lt;BR&gt;Te amar de verdade, sentir saudade&lt;BR&gt;Mas só de você,  só de você&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(Refrão)&lt;BR&gt;Agora eu já sei&lt;BR&gt;Quando falta a respiração&lt;BR&gt;É  a prova que o coração&lt;BR&gt;Já não sabe mais viver sem você&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Agora eu já  sei&lt;BR&gt;Que me falta sempre a razão&lt;BR&gt;Traduzir melhor na emoção&lt;BR&gt;O que trago  aqui bem dentro de mim&lt;BR&gt;Dentro de mim...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-4249487981090202865?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/4249487981090202865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=4249487981090202865' title='0 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type='text'>Sarah Brightman - En Aranjuez Con Tu Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;Aranjuez, un lugar de ensueños y de amor&lt;BR&gt;Donde un rumor de fuentes de  cristal&lt;BR&gt;En el jardin parece hablar&lt;BR&gt;En voz baja a las rosas&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Aranjuez, hoy las hojas secas sin color&lt;BR&gt;Que barre el viento&lt;BR&gt;Son  recuerdos del romance que una vez&lt;BR&gt;Juntos empezamos tu y yo&lt;BR&gt;Y sin razón  olvidamos&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Quizá ese amor escondido esté&lt;BR&gt;En un atardecer&lt;BR&gt;En la brisa o en la flor  esperando tu regreso&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Aranjuez, hoy las hojas secas sin color&lt;BR&gt;Que barre el viento&lt;BR&gt;Son  recuerdos del romance que una vez&lt;BR&gt;Juntos empezamos tu y yo&lt;BR&gt;Y sin razón  olvidamos&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;En Aranjuez, amor&lt;BR&gt;Tu y yo&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-1983686938152542026</id><published>2009-03-23T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:49:04.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney - A Pequena Sereia - Part Of Your World</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 width=770 border=0 padding="0"&gt;   &lt;TBODY&gt;   &lt;TR&gt;     &lt;TD bgColor=white colSpan=3&gt;       &lt;DIV id=contents&gt;       &lt;P&gt;Look at this stuff&lt;BR&gt;isn't it neat?&lt;BR&gt;wouldn't you think my        collection's complete?&lt;BR&gt;wouldn't you think I'm the girl&lt;BR&gt;the girl who        has everything?&lt;BR&gt;look at this trove&lt;BR&gt;treasures untold&lt;BR&gt;how many        wonders can one cavern hold?&lt;BR&gt;looking around here you'd think&lt;BR&gt;sure,        she's got everything&lt;BR&gt;I've got gadgets and gizmo's a plenty&lt;BR&gt;I've got        whozits and whatzits galore&lt;BR&gt;(you want thingamabobs? I've got        20!)&lt;BR&gt;but who cares?&lt;BR&gt;no big deal&lt;BR&gt;I want more&lt;BR&gt;I wanna be where        the people are&lt;BR&gt;I wanna see wanna see 'em dancing&lt;BR&gt;walking around on        those&lt;BR&gt;(what do you call 'em? oh, feet)&lt;BR&gt;flipping your fins you don't        get to far&lt;BR&gt;legs are required for jumping, dancing&lt;BR&gt;strolling along        down a&lt;BR&gt;(what's that word again?) street&lt;BR&gt;up where they walk&lt;BR&gt;up        where they run&lt;BR&gt;up where they stay all day in the sun&lt;BR&gt;wandering        free&lt;BR&gt;wish I could be&lt;BR&gt;part of that world&lt;BR&gt;what would I give&lt;BR&gt;if I        could live&lt;BR&gt;out of these waters?&lt;BR&gt;what would I pay&lt;BR&gt;to spend a        day&lt;BR&gt;warm on the sand?&lt;BR&gt;bet'cha on land&lt;BR&gt;they understand&lt;BR&gt;bet they        don't reprimand their daughters&lt;BR&gt;bright young women&lt;BR&gt;sick of        swimming&lt;BR&gt;ready to stand&lt;BR&gt;and ready to know what the people        know&lt;BR&gt;ask 'em my questions and get some answers&lt;BR&gt;what's a fire and why        does it&lt;BR&gt;(what's the word?) burn&lt;BR&gt;when's it my turn?&lt;BR&gt;wouldn't I        love&lt;BR&gt;love to explore that shore up above?&lt;BR&gt;out of the sea&lt;BR&gt;wish I        could be&lt;BR&gt;part of that world&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;   &lt;TR&gt;     &lt;TD width=29 background=/tp5.gif&gt;&lt;IMG        src="http://www.zap-letras.com/tp4.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-1983686938152542026?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/1983686938152542026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=1983686938152542026' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/1983686938152542026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/1983686938152542026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/03/disney-pequena-sereia-part-of-your.html' title='Disney - A Pequena Sereia - Part Of Your World'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-9074053066638297239</id><published>2009-03-23T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:48:59.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timbalada - Regando-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;Quando fores dado flores&lt;BR&gt;Um buquê de rosas para ti&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Perceberás que  alguém te ama&lt;BR&gt;E esse alguém sou eu&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Meu coração palpita  sempre&lt;BR&gt;Quando sempre penso em você&lt;BR&gt;Contigo quero navegar no mar desse  prazer&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Foi difícil para me conter em&lt;BR&gt;dar aquele beijo que eu te  dei&lt;BR&gt;Tua boca tem sabor de quero mel&lt;BR&gt;eu quero mais eu sei que  sei&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Quando olha nos meus olhos&lt;BR&gt;sinto que as coisas estão indo  bem&lt;BR&gt;Quando beija minha boca,&lt;BR&gt;sinto que seu coração eu conquistei&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A  timbalada traz axé pra você&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-9074053066638297239?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/9074053066638297239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=9074053066638297239' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/9074053066638297239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/9074053066638297239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/03/timbalada-regando-te.html' title='Timbalada - Regando-te'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-3364619887310895912</id><published>2009-03-18T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:04:30.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deva Premal - Gayatri Mantra</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/ScGMDjTXHjI/AAAAAAAAB6M/96qOIj00HjE/s1600-h/mandala170-770919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/ScGMDjTXHjI/AAAAAAAAB6M/96qOIj00HjE/s320/mandala170-770919.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314683027917839922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;Om bhur bhuvaha svaha&lt;BR&gt;Tat savitur varenyam&lt;BR&gt;Bhargo devasya  dhimahi&lt;BR&gt;Dhiyo yonah prachodayat&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-3364619887310895912?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/3364619887310895912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=3364619887310895912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/3364619887310895912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/3364619887310895912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/03/deva-premal-gayatri-mantra.html' title='Deva Premal - Gayatri Mantra'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/ScGMDjTXHjI/AAAAAAAAB6M/96qOIj00HjE/s72-c/mandala170-770919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-5810229154207212727</id><published>2009-03-18T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:02:00.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U2 - Sunday, Bloody Sunday</title><content type='html'>I can&amp;#39;t believe the news today&lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t close my eyes and make it go away.&lt;br&gt;How long, how long must we sing this song?&lt;br&gt;How long, how long?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Cos tonight&lt;br&gt;We can be as one, tonight.&lt;p&gt;Broken bottles under children&amp;#39;s feet&lt;br&gt;Bodies strewn across the dead-end street.&lt;br&gt;But I won&amp;#39;t heed the battle call&lt;br&gt;It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall.&lt;p&gt;Sunday, bloody Sunday.&lt;br&gt;Sunday, bloody Sunday.&lt;br&gt;Sunday, bloody Sunday.&lt;br&gt;Sunday, bloody Sunday.&lt;br&gt;Oh, let&amp;#39;s go.&lt;p&gt;And the battle&amp;#39;s just begun&lt;br&gt;There&amp;#39;s many lost, but tell me who has won?&lt;br&gt;The trenches dug within our hearts&lt;br&gt;And mothers, children, brothers, sisters&lt;br&gt;Torn apart.&lt;p&gt;Sunday, bloody Sunday.&lt;br&gt;Sunday, bloody Sunday.&lt;p&gt;How long, how long must we sing this song?&lt;br&gt;How long, how long?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Cause tonight&lt;br&gt;We can be as one, tonight.&lt;br&gt;Sunday, bloody Sunday.&lt;br&gt;Sunday, bloody Sunday.&lt;p&gt;Wipe the tears from your eyes&lt;br&gt;Wipe your tears away.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll wipe your tears away.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll wipe your tears away.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll wipe your bloodshot eyes.&lt;br&gt;Sunday, bloody Sunday.&lt;br&gt;Sunday, bloody Sunday.&lt;p&gt;And it&amp;#39;s true we are immune&lt;br&gt;When fact is fiction and TV reality.&lt;br&gt;And today the millions cry&lt;br&gt;We eat and drink while tomorrow they die.&lt;p&gt;The real battle just begun&lt;br&gt;To claim the victory Jesus won&lt;br&gt;On...&lt;p&gt;Sunday, bloody Sunday&lt;br&gt;Sunday, bloody Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-5810229154207212727?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5810229154207212727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=5810229154207212727' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/5810229154207212727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/5810229154207212727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/03/u2-sunday-bloody-sunday.html' title='U2 - Sunday, Bloody Sunday'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-290591516308891747</id><published>2009-03-10T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:17:56.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Led Zeppelin - Celebration Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/Sbb1JBhU8KI/AAAAAAAAB4E/FZothLlUmUo/s1600-h/Led_Zeppelin_1979-776037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/Sbb1JBhU8KI/AAAAAAAAB4E/FZothLlUmUo/s320/Led_Zeppelin_1979-776037.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311702345905926306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;Her face is cracked from smiling, all the fears that she's been  hiding,&lt;BR&gt;And it seems pretty soon everybody's gonna know.&lt;BR&gt;And her voice is  sore from shouting, cheering winners who arelosing,&lt;BR&gt;And she worries if their  days are few and soon they'll have to go.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;My, my, my, I'm so happy, I'm  gonna join the band,&lt;BR&gt;We are gonna dance and sing in celebration, We are in  the promised land.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She hears them talk of new ways to protect the home  she lives in,&lt;BR&gt;Then she wonders what it's all about when they break down the  door.&lt;BR&gt;Her name is Brown or White or Black, you know her very well,&lt;BR&gt;You  hear her cries of mercy as the winners toll the bell.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;My, my, my, I'm so  happy, I'm gonna join the band,&lt;BR&gt;We are gonna sing and dance in celebration,  We are in the promised land.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;There is a train that leaves the station  heading for yourdestination,&lt;BR&gt;But the price you pay to nowhere has increased a  dollar more.&lt;BR&gt;Yes, it has!&lt;BR&gt;And if you walk you're gonna get there though it  takes a littlelonger,&lt;BR&gt;And when you see it in the distance you will wring your  hands andmoan.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-290591516308891747?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/290591516308891747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=290591516308891747' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/290591516308891747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/290591516308891747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/03/led-zeppelin-celebration-day.html' title='Led Zeppelin - Celebration Day'/><author><name>Fatima Dannemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03704327296497225671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/SLLJC4TJF3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/pxw79kOrWw4/S220/sonico.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52rzVhT3GHI/Sbb1JBhU8KI/AAAAAAAAB4E/FZothLlUmUo/s72-c/Led_Zeppelin_1979-776037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282185848438464992.post-7174039874034739610</id><published>2009-03-10T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:15:52.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Purple - Mary Long</title><content type='html'>Mary Long is a hypocrite &lt;br&gt;She does all the things that she tells us not to do &lt;br&gt;Selling filth from a corner shop &lt;br&gt;And knitting patterns to the high street queue &lt;br&gt;She paints roses, even makes them smell good &lt;br&gt;And then she draws titties on the khazy wall &lt;br&gt;Drowns kittens just to get a thrill &lt;br&gt;And writes sermons in the Sunday Chronicle &lt;p&gt;How did you lose your virginity, Mary Long ? &lt;br&gt;When will you lose your stupidity, Mary Long ? &lt;p&gt;Mary told Johnny not to write such trash &lt;br&gt;Said it was a waste of public money &lt;br&gt;She made a fuss, they made apologies &lt;br&gt;But everybody thought the show was funny &lt;br&gt;When the nation knew you&amp;#39;d had children &lt;br&gt;It came as such a surprise &lt;br&gt;We really didn&amp;#39;t know you&amp;#39;d had it in you &lt;br&gt;How you did it we can only surmise &lt;p&gt;How did you lose your virginity, Mary Long ? &lt;br&gt;When will you lose your stupidity, Mary Long ? &lt;p&gt;Mary Long, you&amp;#39;re not alone &lt;br&gt;But you&amp;#39;re a long way behind our times &lt;br&gt;What we do in full frontal view &lt;br&gt;Is more honest than your clean-up mind &lt;br&gt;What I&amp;#39;m saying, Mary Long is &lt;br&gt;When you can spare a minute &lt;br&gt;Go find your friend the porny Lord &lt;br&gt;Dig your self a hole and jump in it &lt;p&gt;How did you lose your virginity, Mary Long ? &lt;br&gt;When will you lose your stupidity, Mary Long ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282185848438464992-7174039874034739610?l=cantemusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/feeds/7174039874034739610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=282185848438464992&amp;postID=7174039874034739610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/7174039874034739610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/282185848438464992/posts/default/7174039874034739610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantemusica.blogspot.com/2009/03/deep-purple-mary-long.html' title='Deep Purple - 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