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comigo, portanto aqui vai:
http://amadopblog.blogspot.com/
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Over and out :)
Hello world!
Há 4 meses
domingo, 7 de junho de 2009
sexta-feira, 5 de junho de 2009
sábado, 23 de maio de 2009
sexta-feira, 10 de abril de 2009
domingo, 22 de março de 2009
MINNEMANN BLUES BAND @ B Flat
Um nome a fixar
MINNEMANN BLUES BAND
Wolfram Minnemann - voc/p
Rui Azul - t sax/perc
António Mão de Ferro - g
ManuZé - b
Carlos Polónia - dr
MINNEMANN BLUES BAND
Wolfram Minnemann - voc/p
Rui Azul - t sax/perc
António Mão de Ferro - g
ManuZé - b
Carlos Polónia - dr
sexta-feira, 20 de março de 2009
Dança no Metro Liverpool
Segunda feira, dia 15 de Jan 2009, 11 am, na estação de metro de Liverpool St., 70 bailarinos, vestidos normalmente, dançaram e acabaram por interagir com os passageiros. O "show" foi planeado e ensaiado durante 8 semanas, sem o conhecimento do público.
domingo, 8 de março de 2009
Para todas as mulheres
Hoje que é dia da mulher, uma homenagem para as que são especiais para mim e para
todas em geral.
todas em geral.
sexta-feira, 30 de janeiro de 2009
Para relaxar ...
Uma música intemporal ...
Standing on the corner,
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, and jane is her vest,
And me Im in a rocknroll band hah!
Ridin in a stutz bear cat, jim
You know, those were different times!
Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verse
And those ladies, they rolled their eyes
Sweet jane! whoa! sweet jane, oh-oh-a! sweet jane!
Ill tell you something
Jack, he is a banker
And jane, she is a clerk
Both of them save their monies, ha
And when, when they come home from work
Oh, sittin down by the fire, oh!
The radio does play
The classical music there, jim
The march of the wooden soldiers
All you protest kids
You can hear jack say, get ready, ah
Sweet jane! come on baby! sweet jane! oh-oh-a! sweet jane!
Some people, they like to go out dancing
And other peoples, they have to work, just watch me now!
And theres even some evil mothers
Well theyre gonna tell you that everything is just dirt
Yknow that, women, never really faint
And that villains always blink their eyes, woo!
And that, yknow, children are the only ones who blush!
And that, life is just to die!
And, everyone who ever had a heart
They wouldnt turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played a part
Oh wouldnt turn around and hate it!
Sweet jane! whoa-oh-oh! sweet jane! sweet jane!
Heavenly wine and roses
Seems to whisper to her when he smiles
Heavenly wine and roses
Seems to whisper to her when she smiles
La lala lala la, la lala lala la
Sweet jane
Sweet jane
Sweet jane
Standing on the corner,
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, and jane is her vest,
And me Im in a rocknroll band hah!
Ridin in a stutz bear cat, jim
You know, those were different times!
Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verse
And those ladies, they rolled their eyes
Sweet jane! whoa! sweet jane, oh-oh-a! sweet jane!
Ill tell you something
Jack, he is a banker
And jane, she is a clerk
Both of them save their monies, ha
And when, when they come home from work
Oh, sittin down by the fire, oh!
The radio does play
The classical music there, jim
The march of the wooden soldiers
All you protest kids
You can hear jack say, get ready, ah
Sweet jane! come on baby! sweet jane! oh-oh-a! sweet jane!
Some people, they like to go out dancing
And other peoples, they have to work, just watch me now!
And theres even some evil mothers
Well theyre gonna tell you that everything is just dirt
Yknow that, women, never really faint
And that villains always blink their eyes, woo!
And that, yknow, children are the only ones who blush!
And that, life is just to die!
And, everyone who ever had a heart
They wouldnt turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played a part
Oh wouldnt turn around and hate it!
Sweet jane! whoa-oh-oh! sweet jane! sweet jane!
Heavenly wine and roses
Seems to whisper to her when he smiles
Heavenly wine and roses
Seems to whisper to her when she smiles
La lala lala la, la lala lala la
Sweet jane
Sweet jane
Sweet jane
domingo, 4 de janeiro de 2009
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