Obadiah Parker - Hey Ya

My baby don't mess around
Because she loves me so
And this I know for sure
But does she really wanna
But can't stand to see me
Walk out the door
Can't stand to fight the feeling
Because the thought alone is killing me right now
Thank god for mom and dad
For sticking two together
'Cause we don't know how.

And, Hey Ya
Hey Ya
Hey Ya
Hey Ya

You think you've got it
Ohh, you think you've got it
But got it just don't get it
Till' there's nothing at all.
We get together
Oh, we get together
But seperate's always better when there's feelings involved.
If what they say is "Nothing is forever"
Then what makes, Then what makes, Then what makes, Then what makes,
Love the exception?
So why you, why you
Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial
When we know we're not happy here

And, Hey Ya
Hey Ya
Hey Ya
Hey Ya

Hey, alright now
Alright now fellas
Now what's cooler than being cool?
Ice Cold
I can't hear you
I say what's cooler than being cool?
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright,
Ok now ladies
And we gonna break this thing down in just a few seconds here
Now don't have me break it down for nothing
Now I wanna see y'all on y'alls baddest behavior
Lend me some sugar,
I am your neighbor

Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake, shake it,
Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake, shake it,
Shake it like a Polaroid picture
Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake, shake it,

And, Hey Ya
Hey Ya
Hey Ya
Hey Ya

(já há muito tempo que não encontrava uma cover tão bonita como esta)

Cat Power/Karen Elson - I love you (me either)

(eu até comecei por ouvir the hives, the white stripes, e coisas assim mais fortes, para ver se saía desta lamechice, mas parece que não funcionou. nada se adequava ao estado de espírito actual, e parece que até futura desilusão, é por aqui que vou andar, na lamechice brega)

Cat Power - Lived in Bars

we've lived in bars
and danced on the tables
hotels trains and ships that sail
we swim with sharks
and fly with aeroplanes in the air

send in the trumpets
the marching wheelchairs
open the blankets and give them some air
swords and arches bones and cement
the lights and the dark of the innocent of men

we know your house so very well
and we will wake you once we've walked up
all your stairs

there's nothing like living in a bottle
and nothing like ending it all for the world
we're so glad you will come back
every living lion will lay in your lap
the kid has a homecoming the champion the horse
who's gonna play drums guitar or gorgan with chorus
as far as we've walked from both of ends of the sand
never have we caught a glimpse of this man

we know your house so very well
and we will bust down your door if you're not there

we've lived in bars
and danced on tables
hotels trains and ships that sail
we swim with sharks
and fly with aeroplanes out of here
out of here

The Kinks - Living in the Thin Line

All the stories have been told
Of kings and days of old,
But there's no England now.
All the wars that were won and lost
Somehow don't seem to matter very much anymore.
All the lies we were told,
All the lies of the people running round,
They're castles have burned.
Now I see change,
But inside we're the same as we ever were.

Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Living this way, each day is a dream.
What am I, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?

Now another century nearly gone,
What are we gonna leave for the young?
What we couldn't do, what we wouldn't do,
It's a crime, but does it matter?
Does it matter much, does it matter much to you?
Does it ever really matter?
Yes, it really, really matters.

Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?

Now another leader says
Break their hearts and break some heads.
Is there nothing we can say or do?
Blame the future on the past,
Always lost in blood and guts.
And when they're gone, it's me and you.

Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line.

(a situação em que esta música aparece nos Sopranos, que é sem sombra de dúvida a melhor série do mundo, não é esta. mas foi nos Sopranos que eu a ouvi pela primeira vez e gostei logo)