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Eu Nasci Ha 10 Mil Anos Atras (Raul Seixas)

Um dia, numa rua da cidade, eu vi um velhinho sentado na calcada
Com uma cuia de esmola e uma viola na mao
O povo parou pra ouvir, ele agradeceu as moedas
E cantou essa musica, que contava uma historia
Que era mais ou menos assim:

Eu nasci ha dez mil anos atras
e nao tem nada nesse mundo que eu nao saiba demais (2x)

Eu vi cristo ser crucificado
O amor nascer e ser assassinado
Eu vi as bruxas pegando fogo pra pagarem seus pecados,
Eu vi,
Eu vi Moises cruzar o mar vermelho
Vi Maome cair na terra de joelhos
Eu vi Pedro negar Cristo por tres vezes diante do espelho
Eu vi,

Eu nasci
(eu nasci)
Ha dez mil anos atras
(eu nasci ha dez mil anos)
E nao tem nada nesse mundo que eu nao saiba demais (2x)

Eu vi as velas se acenderem para o Papa
Vi Babilonia ser riscada do mapa
Vi conde Dracula sugando o sangue novo
e se escondendo atras da capa
Eu vi,
Eu vi a arca de Noe cruzar os mares
Vi Salomao cantar seus salmos pelos ares
Eu vi Zumbi fugir com os negros pra floresta
pro quilombo dos palmares
Eu vi,

Eu nasci
(eu nasci)
Ha dez mil anos atras
(eu nasci ha dez mil anos)
E nao tem nada nesse mundo que eu nao saiba demais (2x)

Eu vi o sangue que corria da montanha
quando Hitler chamou toda a Alemanha
Vi o soldado que sonhava com a amada numa cama de campanha
Eu li,
Eu li os simbolos sagrados de Umbanda
Eu fui crianca pra poder dancar ciranda
E, quando todos praguejavam contra o frio,
eu fiz a cama na varanda

Eu nasci
(eu nasci)
Ha dez mil anos atras
(eu nasci ha dez mil anos atras)
E nao tem nada nesse mundo que eu nao saiba demais
nao, nao porque

Eu nasci
(eu nasci)
Ha dez mil anos atras
(eu nasci ha dez mil anos atras)
E nao tem nada nesse mundo que eu nao saiba demais
Nao, nao

Eu tava junto com os macacos na caverna
Eu bebi vinho com as mulheres na taberna
E quando a pedra despencou da ribanceira
Eu tambem quebrei e perna
Eu tambem,
Eu fui testemunha do amor de Rapunzel
Eu vi a estrela de Davi brilhar no ceu
E praquele que provar que eu tou mentindo
eu tiro o meu chapeu

(eu nasci)
Eu nasci
(ha dez mil anos atras)
Eu nasci ha dez mil anos atras
(e nao tem nada nesse mundo que eu nao saiba demais)

Sonnets 121-154 (Crystal K)

CXXI.

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being,
And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd
Not by our feeling but by others' seeing:
For why should others false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own:
I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel;
By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown;
Unless this general evil they maintain,
All men are bad, and in their badness reign.

CXXII.

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full character'd with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain
Beyond all date, even to eternity;
Or at the least, so long as brain and heart
Have faculty by nature to subsist;
Till each to razed oblivion yield his part
Of thee, thy record never can be miss'd.
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more:
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import forgetfulness in me.

CXXIII.

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
Thy pyramids built up with newer might
To me are nothing novel, nothing strange;
They are but dressings of a former sight.
Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire
What thou dost foist upon us that is old,
And rather make them born to our desire
Than think that we before have heard them told.
Thy registers and thee I both defy,
Not wondering at the present nor the past,
For thy records and what we see doth lie,
Made more or less by thy continual haste.
This I do vow and this shall ever be;
I will be true, despite thy scythe and thee.

CXXIV.

If my dear love were but the child of state,
It might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd'
As subject to Time's love or to Time's hate,
Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gather'd.
No, it was builded far from accident;
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
Under the blow of thralled discontent,
Whereto the inviting time our fashion calls:
It fears not policy, that heretic,
Which works on leases of short-number'd hours,
But all alone stands hugely politic,
That it nor grows with heat nor drowns with showers.
To this I witness call the fools of time,
Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.

CXXV.

Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern the outward honouring,
Or laid great bases for eternity,
Which prove more short than waste or ruining?
Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour
Lose all, and more, by paying too much rent,
For compound sweet forgoing simple savour,
Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?
No, let me be obsequious in thy heart,
And take thou my oblation, poor but free,
Which is not mix'd with seconds, knows no art,
But mutual render, only me for thee.
Hence, thou suborn'd informer! a true soul
When most impeach'd stands least in thy control.

CXXVI.

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;
Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st
Thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st;
If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,
As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!
She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:
Her audit, though delay'd, answer'd must be,
And her quietus is to render thee.

CXXVII.

In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,
And beauty slander'd with a bastard shame:
For since each hand hath put on nature's power,
Fairing the foul with art's false borrow'd face,
Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.
Therefore my mistress' brows are raven black,
Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem
At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,
Slandering creation with a false esteem:
Yet so they mourn, becoming of their woe,
That every tongue says beauty should look so.

CXXVIII.

How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!
To be so tickled, they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more blest than living lips.
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.

CXXIX.

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

C**.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

C**I.

Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan:
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
Although I swear it to myself alone.
And, to be sure that is not false I swear,
A thousand groans, but thinking on thy face,
One on another's neck, do witness bear
Thy black is fairest in my judgment's place.
In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds,
And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds.

C**II.

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,
Have put on black and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two mourning eyes become thy face:
O, let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
Then will I swear beauty herself is black
And all they foul that thy complexion lack.

C**III.

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
Is't not enough to torture me alone,
But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?
Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next self thou harder hast engross'd:
Of him, myself, and thee, I am forsaken;
A torment thrice threefold thus to be cross'd.
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward,
But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;
Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
Thou canst not then use rigor in my gaol:
And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.

C**IV.

So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,
And I myself am mortgaged to thy will,
Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mine
Thou wilt restore, to be my comfort still:
But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,
For thou art covetous and he is kind;
He learn'd but surety-like to write for me
Under that bond that him as fast doth bind.
The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
Thou usurer, that put'st forth all to use,
And sue a friend came debtor for my sake;
So him I lose through my unkind abuse.
Him have I lost; thou hast both him and me:
He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.

C**V.

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,'
And 'Will' to boot, and 'Will' in overplus;
More than enough am I that vex thee still,
To thy sweet will making addition thus.
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair acceptance shine?
The sea all water, yet receives rain still
And in abundance addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will'
One will of mine, to make thy large 'Will' more.
Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill;
Think all but one, and me in that one 'Will.'

C**VI.

If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near,
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will,'
And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;
Thus far for love my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.
'Will' will fulfil the treasure of thy love,
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.
In things of great receipt with ease we prove
Among a number one is reckon'd none:
Then in the number let me pass untold,
Though in thy stores' account I one must be;
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
That nothing me, a something sweet to thee:
Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
And then thou lovest me, for my name is 'Will.'

C**VII.

Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
That they behold, and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is take the worst to be.
If eyes corrupt by over-partial looks
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
Why should my heart think that a several plot
Which my heart knows the wide world's common place?
Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not,
To put fair truth upon so foul a face?
In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,
And to this false plague are they now transferr'd.

C**VIII.

When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.

C**IX.

O, call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;
Use power with power and slay me not by art.
Tell me thou lovest elsewhere, but in my sight,
Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:
What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might
Is more than my o'er-press'd defense can bide?
Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:
Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain.

CXL.

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
If I might teach thee wit, better it were,
Though not to love, yet, love, to tell me so;
As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
No news but health from their physicians know;
For if I should despair, I should grow mad,
And in my madness might speak ill of thee:
Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,
Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be,
That I may not be so, nor thou belied,
Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.

CXLI.

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who in despite of view is pleased to dote;
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted,
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone:
But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,
Thy proud hearts slave and vassal wretch to be:
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.

CXLII.

Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:
O, but with mine compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;
Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine,
That have profaned their scarlet ornaments
And seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine,
Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents.
Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lovest those
Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee:
Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows
Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,
By self-example mayst thou be denied!

CXLIII.

Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch
One of her feather'd creatures broke away,
Sets down her babe and makes an swift dispatch
In pursuit of the thing she would have stay,
Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
To follow that which flies before her face,
Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;
So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,
Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;
But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,
And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind:
So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,'
If thou turn back, and my loud crying still.

CXLIV.

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell:
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

CXLV.

Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate'
To me that languish'd for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
'I hate' she alter'd with an end,
That follow'd it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away;
'I hate' from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying 'not you.'

CXLVI.

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
[ ] these rebel powers that thee array;
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly**?
Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end?
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.

CXLVII.

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

CXLVIII.

O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight!
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote
Love's eye is not so true as all men's 'No.'
How can it? O, how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vex'd with watching and with tears?
No marvel then, though I mistake my view;
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind,
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.

CXLIX.

Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee partake?
Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
Am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake?
Who hateth thee that I do call my friend?
On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon?
Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend
Revenge upon myself with present moan?
What merit do I in myself respect,
That is so proud thy service to despise,
When all my best doth worship thy defect,
Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?
But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind;
Those that can see thou lovest, and I am blind.

CL.

O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
With insufficiency my heart to sway?
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantize of skill
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more
The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
O, though I love what others do abhor,
With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:
If thy unworthiness raised love in me,
More worthy I to be beloved of thee.

CLI.

Love is too young to know what conscience is;
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no father reason;
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
No want of conscience hold it that I call
Her 'love' for whose dear love I rise and fall.

CLII.

In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing,
In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn,
In vowing new hate after new love bearing.
But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee,
When I break twenty? I am perjured most;
For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee
And all my honest faith in thee is lost,
For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy,
And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness,
Or made them swear against the thing they see;
For I have sworn thee fair; more perjured I,
To swear against the truth so foul a lie!

CLIII.

Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;
Which borrow'd from this holy fire of Love
A dateless lively heat, still to endure,
And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove
Against strange maladies a sovereign cure.
But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired,
The boy for trial needs would touch my breast;
I, sick withal, the help of bath desired,
And thither hied, a sad distemper'd guest,
But found no cure: the bath for my help lies
Where Cupid got new fire--my mistress' eyes.

CLIV.

The little Love-god lying once asleep
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand
The fairest votary took up that fire
Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd;
And so the general of hot desire
Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd.
This brand she quenched in a cool well by,
Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,
Growing a bath and healthful remedy
For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall,
Came there for cure, and this by that I prove,
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

C'mon Baby Let the Good Times Roll (Janis Joplin)

LP Made to Last MTL 1001 r. 04 1984
C'mon baby, let the good times roll
C'mon baby, let me thrill your soul
C'mon baby you're the best there is,
Roll all night long.

C'mon baby, let's close the door,
C'mon baby, let's ride some more,
C'mon baby, let the good times roll,
Roll all night long.

I feel so good when you're home.
Come on baby, let's ride some more
C'mon baby, rock me all night long!

C'mon baby, let's close the door
C'mon baby, let's ride some more
C'mon baby, let the good times roll,
Roll all night long.

C'mon baby, let the good times roll
C'mon baby, let me thrill your soul
C'mon baby you're the best there is,
Roll all night long.


LP Rhino RNLP 121 r. 1986
C'mon baby, let's close the door
C'mon baby, let's ride some more
C'mon baby, let the good times roll,
Yeah, roll all night long.

Feels so good when you're home
Come on baby, rock me all night long!

C'mon baby, let's close the door
C'mon baby, let's ride some more
C'mon baby, let the good times roll,
Yeah, roll all night long.

I feel so good when you're home.
Come on baby, rock me all night long!

C'mon baby, let's close the door
C'mon baby, let's ride some more
C'mon baby, let the good times roll,
Yeah, roll all night long.

Roll all night long,
Roll all night long.

La buena vida (Fidel)

Es la buena vida hermano que te das
tocando cantando para Silassie
Es la buena vida que nos damos aca
escribiendo letras y tocando musica
Es la buena vida que nos dio Imanuelai
Por eso ahora no podemos cerrar
Es la buena vida que nos toca vivir
y eso lo sabes no lo voy a discutir

No te puedes quejar
la fuerza e inteligencia que te dio Silassie
La Estas empleando se esta manifestando
Lo que estas queriendo estas haciendo
y lo estas sintiendo, No necesitas!
No Necesitas, de otra cosa que...

Es la buena vida que nos damos aca
Tocando esta musica para Silassie
Es la buena vida que nos dio Imanuel
Por Eso yo ahora le doy gracias a él

Cuando vas en el colectivo De vos no me olvido
Lo unico que te pido, no estes deprimido
No es Permitido, Marcos Garvey a venido a decirte que...

Es la buena vida hermano que te das
Siguiendo el Contrato Con Silassie
Es la buena vida que nos damos aca
Cantando Salmos a Rastafarai

Te Tengo que decir, que tengo un hijo
No Soy desprolijo, hago lo que yo elijo
Canto y te miro fijo, decime tu prefijo
En El Escenario donde yo te desvalijo!

Es la buena vida Hermana que te das
Sos Pura y Sos Limpia Como Emperatriz Vanal
Es la buena vida Hermana que te das
Nunca te contaminas, no no no!

Nunca te contaminas en cosas vanidosas
Sos Como una oscura rosa preciosa
Sin Maquillaje Ni Alcohol ni Cigarrillo
En Montes Hay que construirte un Castillo.

Es la buena vida Marcos Garvey nos dio
Para que ahora cantemos y
Tu y Yo, encontremos el momento para estar
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Es la buena vida Que Silassie nos da
IManuel y Marcos nos sacaron de los barcos
Es la buena vida Que tenemos aca
Que la Reapraticion va a llegar
Es la buena vida que debemos seguir
Lejos de egipto lejos de babylon
Lejos de toda Degeneracion

Es la buena vida
y te canto aca y te vengo a decir
quee... te digo así

Es la buena vida que Rastafari nos da
El nos viene a Rescatar
Es la buena vida que pasamos aca
Tocando esta musica cantando salmos alla
Es la buena vida te vengo a decir
quiero cantar, quiero compartir...! si

Para toda la gente para toda la humanidad
Te canto con humildad, te canto con mi edad
Te canto con lo que hay, Te canto con!, te canto con!

Es la buena vida que Imanuel nos da

El de los derechos humanos, principe Imanuelai, Silassie, Marcos Garvey ah y Jah! Rastafarai!

Es la buena vida que silassie
No Babylonia no nos puede quitar
Aunque maten tu cuerpo y chupen tu Sangre
Siempre Van a Estar Muertos de Hambre!

Porque la Buena Vida no se puede parar
Silassie Imanuel nos van a recibir alla
Es la buena vida .....
El Principe Silassie y Jah Rastafarai!

Para Todos los Barrios les quiero decir
Que reconfortando la mentira
Contando la Confusión
Llegamos Contando
Y toda esta gente para decirle que

Es la buena vida que puedes vivir
Lejos de porqueria tienes que seguir
Es la buena vida que tenemos aca
Bien Poderados por nuesta Majestad

Nunca te contaminas en cosas vanidosas
Sos Como una oscura rosa preciosa
Sin Maquillaje Ni Alcohol ni Cigarrillo
En Montes Hay que construirte un Castillo.

Siii
Te vengo decir
para todos los soldados que vienen de Popocam
Para todos los soldados de silassie


Silassie Siempre presente Dios

Hand On My Nutsac (Coolio)




(I got my) I got my hand on my nutsac burnin 'cross the stage
in a mother**in rage like a animal in a cage
I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool (fool)
** around and get'cha holdin that jar Cool!
Yep that's me on the mother**in mic a (mic a)
Nova happy to strike niggas like a viper
Who rules the step to the rep that I kept
for a long long long long long long long time
I got mor flavour then a truck load of Snickers
Ya punch her by the straps, ya got ta kick her, ** it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
Coolio locc and I'm down ta blast
Peter Piper picked a paper, pick a pepper's and I jacked his**
Mother**ers curse me but they can't hurt me
When I'm doin dirt, that's why I show no mercy
I flips tha scripts and it's tha dips when I rips
and rock tha **in house for the Bloods and Crips
Danger danger, ol' gangsta gangsta
droppin dogs on the ??? ???
40 Thevz and the band witta plan to make some stops
Niggas die on the street but they don't play taps
or 21 gun salute, there ain't cahoots
My name ain't Alex Haley but I still got roots
I bang bang bang to the air now ya dead
It was a black and white thang but now it's blue and red
This ain't an episode of Batman, it's more'n like a Blackman
Slap yo'**up and I jacked ya for ya Walkman
Niggas on the top and you don't deserve nothin
They fightin punks, their rags is **ed, they shouldn't even be
bumpin
Suckas play the back cos I'm dope when I rap
And my hand's on my mother**in nutsac
and it's like that!
It's time for me to step so I'm steppin in deep (deep)
I was born a thief so ya know I'm on the creep
Sucka nigga wanna test me but he can't best me
Buck-buck to the chest and I guess you're death-ly
Now I gotta treat ya like a sucka
cos you're soft like butter, you punk mother**er
C-C-Coolio but you can call me Boo
I drop da shit on ya lyrics cos ya rhyme style is doo-doo
ass, faeces, you don't wanna see me
with a flashlight cos I serve dat**(right, right, right)
Word to the mother**in homies and you know you can't hold me
or throw me...so blow me
How many niggas must I stick
before you get my d'ift and fully understand not to ** with this
I never been a stoner, take ya momma home and blown her
One night stand and once again she's a loner
Cos I won't be played out, strung out, laid out
She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack
and I won't be strayed by a lame**dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets cos I'm hip to ya game
Hoes be acting like they love me but they only wanna ** me
and suck me but don't touch me
Back up off me hooker cos I won't be taken
Go find you another mother**er you can break it
I gots ta keep playin these niggas like ping-pong
and hit em like King Kong, they singin the same song
'93 is the year and yes I'm gettin bigger
Gave a shot to the 121 cos they my niggas
Scotty B ridin shotgun, BOOM he got one
Only God knows if he'll catch a hot one
Knick-knack paddy-wack Wino's in the back
and my hand's on my mother**in nutsac
And it's like that
Outro:
I got my hand on my nutsac
Na na na na na naaaaaa
*repeat x 2 *
And it's like that

De Homem Pra Homem (Mv Bill)

São onze da noite eu vejo televisão
Daqui a pouco eu vou sair pra quebrar
aquele vacilão
Que já deu várias mancadas com a rapaziada
Sua própia
família não quer saber de nada
Já foi carro, relógio, varal Estrupou uma
mina de quinze lá no matagal Deu cascudo no meu moleque atoa
Agrediu minha mulher, xingou minha coroa
Burlei a lei, minha cabeça já não sei
Como posso esquecer se eu não perdoei
No juri da favela já tá condenado
Ao sono eterno, lá no sítio, queimado
O mundo tá pequeno pra nós dois
Ele riu várias vezes, quero ver rir depois
Eu fico bolado de cabeça quente
Quando eu penso que ele usou, masacrou muita gente inocente
Na televisão
um filme de ação
Me dá impolgação, pra sair pra minha missão
Quando eu
vejo uma coroa triste
Eu me lembro que no morro, segunda chance não existe
Uma palavra vale mais do que contrato
Se vacilar pá, pá vai pro saco
Um cigarro agora pode me acalmar
Mas somente um de nós dessa noite irá
passar
Seu maior erro foi me substimar
Segura agora a onda que o bicho vai pegar
Mexer com a coroa dele jamais
Eu vou subir seu gás, essa noite não vai ter paz
Não se brinca com a honra de ningém
Ele me esculachou e
zuou morador também
Bateu na mina dele de barriga
Feriu uma mulher,
tirou uma vida
Fiz por menos até onde deu
Por judiaria dele um parceiro meu morreu
Conspiração, papo de cuzão
Deixou o amigo ir de pedra sem explicação
Outra vida, foi tudo o que
sonhei
Mas tenho que honrá a cadeia que eu já puxei
Talvez um crime a
mais para assinar
Um a mais, um a menos, quem é que vai ligar?
Já saí, já voltei, sou reincidente
Mas nunca coloquei terror na minha gente
Depois que agente entra não tem saída
121,157 tá na minha vida
Perspectiva de vida aqui é foda
AK 47 com o pente de noventa é moda
Mais uma história, mais um querendo uma vitória
Não vou dar mole, porque não
quero virar memória
A paz e a guerra não andam de mãos dadas
Se a guerra imperou, um de nós vai ficar na vala
PT40 na cinta, vou pra pista
Apagar mais um cuzão da lista
Tá chovendo, eu vou sair de casa
Nervoso pra chegar onde ele para
O bicho vai pegar, quando agente se encontrar
Um vai ficar em pé, o outro vai deitar
Essa hora ele deve tá no fliperama
Eu vou chegar e acabar de vez com sua fama
Quem deixa falha é cobrado lá
na frente
Eu sou o cobrador, o terror em forma de gente
Não tem criança,
não tem ninguém na rua
Eu tô que nem louco, andando pela chuva
Jaqueta de couro, calça jeans velha
Touca preta na cabeça, minha farda de guerra
Meu filho só Jesus pode te salvar
Eu lembro que ouvi essa frase em algum
lugar
Deixa pra lá, meu destino tá chegando
Parece um filme antigo na TV
reprisando
Não tenho mais certeza nem segurança
Se vai valer apena minha
vingança
Que se foda, que ele morra, não vou voltar
Já vim até aqui
agora não posso falhar Quando lembro o que ele fez com meu filho
Não sei se é motivo, o dedo cossa no gatilho
Sinto frio, o batimento acelera
Eu sou mais um soldado, armado, escravo da
guerra
Boca seca, mão tremendo Minha coroa foi dormir, com mau pressentimento
Eu vejo de longe o fliperama, tá cheio
Olhando com
atenção o pilantra não está no meio
Com receio, mas vou até o fim
Tô ligado que ela tá bolado vindo atrás de mim
Todo mundo me olhando de forma esquisita
Que sensação, meu nome vai sair da lista
Ouço uma voz por trás
(filho da puta)
Me lembro que eu falei que essa noite não ia ter paz.

Nessuno (Articolo 31)

Piacere io sono Nessuno nei miei giorni pesi tu non mi vedevi. Non ero nella lista degli attesi. Vengo da una generazione di disillusi. Dal video lesi educati ad essere ambiziosi e poi scaricati a terra tipo pesi, di zavorra da una mongolfiera, ma ora è la mia era, uscito dall'anonimato con la sensazione di un evaso da galera. Una prigione di ignoranza a cui un tribunale occulto mi diede l'ergastolo, ma io riscrissi il mio capitolo. Edora mi conosci. J.Ax, quello degli Articolo.
Io sono Nessuno e rappresento tutti quei Nessuno che mi stanno intorno. Persi in una routine uguale giorno dopo giorno. Sconvolti sul limite estremo. Per tutti i Polifemo, che primo o poi ti accecheremo.
Tu giornalista, che ora mi insegui per lo scoop, ti ricordi ? Quando venni da te a parlarti, eri occupato troppo dal tuo pop. Trovasti solo il modo di screditarmi senza nemmeno prima ascoltarmi e tu musicista, che ora copi il mio sound. Quando prima dicevi che l'hip-hop non era musica. Adesso sembri un imitatore povero clown un pugile che sul mio ring va giù al primo secondo del primo round, mi fa venire il down. Il ricordo di zero possibilità offerte dopo il mio diploma. Vedevo gente fare strada grazie ad un amaro e un bagnoschiuma. Sono solo fatti miei. Ma io sono la prova che non ho fatto strada grazie alla mia faccia, tipo Raoul Bova. Vedevo attori prendere premi, grazie ai cognomi, attrici e vallette presentarci andare avanti a pompini. Io col cognome contadino e zero attitudine al pompino timbravo il cartellino e quale oro, aveva la merda in bocca il mio mattino e adesso che persino ho girato le strade di New York in limo. Chiedimi chi sono e ti risponderò: Nessuno.
Io sono Nessuno e rappresento tutti quei Nessuno che mi stanno intorno. Persi in una routine uguale giorno dopo giorno. Sconvolti sul limite estremo. Per tutti i Polifemo, che primo o poi ti accecheremo.
Mi hanno cresciuto riempiendomi le orecchie di cazzate. Il professore, il televisore, il politico, il prete. Uno per uno tutti a fare in culo, angeli bugiardi, esempi di virtù di 'sta gran fava, ultimi dei servi. Il professore mi diceva di studiare il televisore di comprare il politico di votare il prete di pregare, io ho studiato votato ho persino pregato, non ho potuto comprare e alla fine ho visto premiato solo chi ha comprato. Fanculo. Mi sono fatto una strada solo perchè l'alternativa era girare, fatto per strada, e comunque, resto sempre fuori dall'ambiente, preferisco la mia gente, dello Star System sono il latitante, sono stato maltrattato e tra le conseguenze, c'è che ho il rancore, con un danno permanente, che costantemente, cresce anche, quando leggo sui giornali le dichiarazioni, di critici o cabarettisti musicisti che ci danno dei minchioni, il fatto è che sono politicamente non corretto, fuori dal giro di San Remo ma anche dall'ambiente alternativo antipatico ed entrambe le parti con conseguente effetto, anti divo, il danno che mi fanno è nullo, mi considero un reietto, da quando sono vivo, ora voglio divertirmi, fratelli continuate ad amarmi, bastardi continuate ad odiarmi, guardatemi mangiarmi tutto il cibo che non volevate darmi. Nessuno ero Nessuno sono quindi se ti chiedono chi è stato risponderai Nessuno ed io sarò salvato.
Io sono Nessuno e rappresento tutti quei Nessuno che mi stanno intorno. Persi in una routine uguale giorno dopo giorno. Sconvolti sul limite estremo. Per tutti i Polifemo, che primo o poi ti accecheremo.
Tutti gli occhi addosso a Nessuno. Ognuno si sente il diritto di dirci chi siamo, che facciamo, quando e come sbagliamo. Tante voci che mi sembra di uscire pazzo. Volete che mi tolga di qui? 'Sto cazzo. Tutti quelli che sentirai sputarci merda addosso è prechè vorrebbero il nostro posto e se non ho risposto è prechè piuttosto preferisco studiare per andare più in alto e su questa tesi interagisco tra le rime e il disco tra il vero e il falso tra una carezza e un calcio tra una bestemmia e un salmo tra la strada e il palco e al televisore toccherà comprarmi il professore dovrà studiarmi il politico dovrà temermi prete la mia generazione non è da oratorio per la religone non ci serve intermediario puoi dimenticarmi scattano gli allarmi perchè sarò la voce di tutti quei Nessuno che voce non hanno. Cambierò la parte ad ogni ruolo che mi assegneranno, non m'inquadreranno e tanto meno capiranno, e se mi fermeranno, frega un cazzo tanto l'ho già fatto il danno. 600.000 persone mò c'hanno in casa le prove che qualsiasi Nessuno può accecare il suo ciclope.
Io sono Nessuno e rappresento tutti quei Nessuno che mi stanno intorno. Persi in una routine uguale giorno dopo giorno. Sconvolti sul limite estremo. Per tutti i Polifemo, che primo o poi ti accecheremo

Verde, Amarillo Y Rojo (Gondwana)

Uouh ouoh eeh (x4)

Como admiro tu belleza
inmensa naturaleza
tierra de abundantes aguas
crece el árbol de la vida.
Equilibiro en lo creado
Jah all mighty ha iluminado
solo igual a la certeza
mi corazón late por ti yee

Uouh ouoh ee
verde amarillo y rojo
uouh ououh oh yeah
verde amarillo y rojo (x2)

Nuestra tierra es un ser vivo
tierna madre con sus hijos
canto un salmo en alabanza
arcoiris de esperanza

Equilibiro en lo creado
jah all mighty ha ha ilumindo
solo igual a la certeza
mi espiritú vive por ti yee

Eres mi estrella que brilla en el cielo
verde amarillo y rojo (x4)

Equilibiro en lo creado
Jah all mighty ha ha iluminado
solo igual a la certeza
mi espiritu vive por ti yehh

Eres mi estrella que brilla en el cielo
verde amarillo y rojo(x3)
Nuestra estrella brinado en el cielo ooh yeah

Eres mi estrella que brilla en el cielo(x3)

Homem Bomba (O Rappa)

Requebrando a cosciência
Na fumaça das vaidades
humilhadas envenena as conclusões
como meu sangue nunca vai
nunca vai, vai virar vinho
no final do mês se acende o pavio
então

bum,bum,bum, o homem bomba
ataque
bum,bum,bum, o homem bomba
bum,bum,bum, o homem bomba

mas só com estrago vai dar pra ver
vai e vai dar e vai dar pra ver

em meio a salmos, alvos e contas
o homem bomba se esconde como um terrorista
sem uma reivindicação verbal
pronto pra explodir ao menor sinal
então toca a buzina, toca baile funk,
toca o bumbo na garganta do
maracanã, eh!
incendiando um coração impregnado
que não divide violência e diversão
violência e diversão, violência
violência e diversão, violência

então

bum,bum,bum, o homem bomba
ataque
bum,bum,bum, o homem bomba
bum,bum,bum, o homem bomba

The Funeral (Staind)

Psalm 121:
1 I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
2 My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth.
3 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
4 Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD is thy keeper: the LORD is thy shade upon thy right hand.
6 The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
7 The LORD shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.
8 The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
Psalm 23:
1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.
Funeral Prayer:
Oh God, who art full of compassion, thou who dwellest on high, grant perfect rest beneath the shelter of thy divine presence in the exalted places among the holy and the pure, who shine as the brightness of the firmament to all those who have gone to their eternal home, the piety of whose life forms the subject of our meditation today. We beseech thee oh LORD of compassion, shelter them evermore under the cover of thy wings and let their souls be bound up with bond of life. May they repose in peace, may they rest in peace, and let us say Amen.
(Reversed message is the above repeated and distorted.)


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