Joga bola joga bola jogador
Joga bola quero jogar bola jogador
**, **, cai, levanta, sobe e desce
Corre, chuta, abre espaco, vibra e agradece
Olha que a cidade toda ficou vazia
Nessa tarde bonita pra te ver jogar
Joga bola jogador
Joga bola corocondo
Favela Pelada Favela Pelada
Futebol Futebol Futebol Futebol...
*Eis ai a historia de Umbabarauma
Um ponta de lanca Africano
Um ponta de lanca decidido
Umbabarauma*
--------------------------------------------
Umbabarauma goal man
Umbabarauma goal man
Play ball play ball ball player
Play ball I want to play ball ball player
Jump, jump, fall, get up, go up and get down
Run, kick, find a hole, thrill and give thanks
See how the whole city empties out
On this beautiful afternoon to watch you play
Play ball ball player
Play ball corocondo
Slum Street Soccer Slum Street Soccer
Soccer Soccer Soccer Soccer...
*This is the story of Umbabarauma
An African point man
A point man whose mind is made up
Umbabarauma*
Lyrics: Jorge Ben
Vocals: Max. C. / Los Hooligans
Guitarz: Max C.
Guitarz: Jackson B.
Bazz: Marcello D.
Drumz: Roy M.
Tambores: Jorge Du Peixe / Gilmar Bolla Oito
Percussion: Eric Bobo
Backing vocals: Los Hooligans (Lucio, Roy, Marcello, Benji, Bobo, Ross, Chuck, Rob, Mario, Paul Booth,
Gilmar, Jorge & Max)
Dyslexic Heart (Paul Westerberg)
You shoot me glances and they`re so hard to read
I misconstrue what you mean
Slip me a napkin and now that you start
Is this your name or a doctor`s eye chart?
I try and comprehend you but I got a dyslexic heart
I ain`t dying to offend you, I got a dyslexic heart
Thanks for the book, now my table is ready
Is this a library or bar?
Between the covers I thought you were ready
A half-angel, half-tart
Do I read you correctly, lead me directly
Help me with this part
Do I hate you? Do I date you?
Do I got a dyslexic Heart?
You keep swayin`... what are you sayin`?
Thinking `bout stayin`?
Or are you just playing, making passes
Well, my heart could use some glasses
Paul Cezanne (5 Chinese Brothers)
Well, I love Cubism, it's my favorite style
When I see a Cubist painting I've just got to smile
But there's one painter, I'm his biggest fan
He's the father of Cubism and his name's Cezanne, Cezanne
Cezanne, Cezanne, the father of Cubism
Some people say that it was Picasso
Other people claim it was DeChirico
Some people think it was Modiglian(i)
But they're all crazy, it was Paul Cezanne, Cezanne
Cezanne, Cezanne, the father of Cubism
When Paul Cezanne sat down to paint a flower or a face
He had to solve one problem, three-dimensional space
He said, "Form is content." He smoked a Gitanne.
He was right. Now he's Paul Cezanne, Cezanne
Cezanne, Cezanne, le père de Cubisme
Well Cezanne's father wanted him to be an avocat
But Paul just looked at him and said, "Pfff, mais non, pa.
I want to be a painter, I know I can!"
Now his oeuvre's in the Louvre, he's Paul Cezanne, Cezanne
Cezanne, Cezanne, the father of Cubism
Well I had an aunt and she was in a coma
So we loaded up her bed and we took her up to MoMA
We got through the door, you wouldn't beleive what began
She sat up and started screaming, "Hey, where is that Paul Cezanne?"
Cezanne, Cezanne, the miraculous father of Cubism
Paul Cezanne is famous now and I think that's really nice
'Cause his melons look like footballs and his apples look like dice
So all you would-be painters, get out your brush and can
You may be the next Paul Cezanne, Cezanne
Cezanne, Cezanne, the father of Cubism
Cezanne, Cezanne, the original father of Cubism
Waiting For Somebody (Paul Westerberg)
All my life, waiting for somebody
Ah-ha-ha, come and take my hand
All my life, waiting for somebody
Ah-ha-ha, whoa, yeah
Down so long, doesn`t really matter
This downtown home, been kicked and I`ve been spurred
You comin` along? It does`t really matter
I`ll go it alone--doesn`t even hurt
I`m waitin` for the day, waitin` for the day that you come my way...
I drove down deep, made a big decision
I`m going to sleep--I`m going there alone
I know damn well I`m tired of all this cryin`
On my feet as far as I can tell
He gets up in the darkness
And he calls out, "Where am I?"
He looks down from the heavens
And he`s tired of the sky
Five hundred lonely years ago
He shone blue and bright
And it`s killing him to know
That you`re seeing it tonight
In his room no one blesses
He undresses his award
To the moon he confesses,
"I`m going down there for sure"
A star is bored
He`s dreaming in the valley
And he`s shaking in the stream
He`s shining in the alley
And they`re kissing his golden feet
They ask him, "Are you famous?"
"You`ve answered that, you know"
They tell him he looks nervous
He says, "You look too close"
And the place where he`s staying
Shoves his dinner in the hall
The number that he`s dialing
He`ll really wanna call
He gets down and starts praying
Like they taught him, to the wall, "Oh, Lord"
A star is bored.
Cadence (Anberlin)
Write down,to remind yourself on how it can be
Heartstrings, you're tugging at my heartstrings
Helpless, I have become so helpless to your touch
touch me somehow
Restless, you leave me restless
breathless wait for me
The closer I come to you
the closer I am to finding God
You're a miracle to me
The closer I come to you
the closer I am to finding God
You're a miracle to me
Burning, like Joan of Arc to see you, just to feel you
Cadence, I'd dance with the dead cause I believe
yes I believe, yes I believe
Stifle, Paul said that you stifle him
again and again and again
And if these are my parting words
Then this, my last request
Hold me here, until I sleep
If I burn, then I burn for you
Corinthians (ApologetiX)
It starts with love
Young thing -- I don't know why
You didn't read the letter our Lord supplied
With that in mind, I revised this rhyme to explain to you guys
All... I... know
Love is... a powerful thing
Watch the fly guys with the Benjamins sing
Watch the countdown that the MTV plays
I got ticked by the way
It's so unreal -- Britney and Jennifer Lo
Watch the wardrobe -- looks like a window
Tryin' to hold on to itty bitty clothes
You pasted them on -- this is not true love
I guess everything's a hybrid breeding love and pride
In small jealous hearts
What it gets to be is essentially just a parody
Like this rhyme is of Linkin Park
You tried so hard, but love's so far
Corinthians -- it doesn't even matter
If love's too small -- you lose it all
Corinthians -- first letter, thirteenth chapter
Love waits -- it's also kind
It doesn't envy, brag, or grow hard with pride
Keeps things polite, doesn't like to fight
It denies itself, while it tries no harm
If I have the faith and philosophy
Acting like I was smarter than Socrates
And every language and tngue and prophecy
I could die and not go far
If at the stake they burned me or
I could've given every dime to many poor
If love's lackin' throw me back then
Buddy, Paul wrote that to Corinthians
It bears everything, besides, believes and hopes, abides
That Paul fella's smart
Love he said to me will essentially kepp no memory
Of you crimes 'cause it finds no fault
You tried so hard -- but love's so far
Corinthians -- it doesn't even matter
If love's too small -- you lose it all
Corinthians -- First letter, Thirteenth chapter
It likes what's just and true
Dislikes what's unrighteous though
Failure is the only one thing it can't know
The things that last are few
Things like faith and love and hope
From all these, there's only one thing you need most
Baby Boy (Remix) (Beyonce featuring Sean Paul)
(Sean Paul)
Certified Quality
A dat de girl dem need and dem not stop cry without apology
Buck dem da right way dat my policy
Sean Paul alongside Beyonce
That romance
I'm dirty, ya, Dutty ya, Dutty ya, Dutty ya
Beyonce Sing it now.
(Beyonce w/Sean Paul Ad-libs)
[Chours]
Baby Boy, you stay on my mind
Fufill my fantasies
(Come on girl, tell me how you feel)
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
(But dreams aren't always real)
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
(Come on girl, tell me what the deal)
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
(But the dreams aren't always real)
(Beyonce)
[Verse One]
Picture you in the West Indies feelin' like royalty in the party
Picture me, **y in a two peice, layin' on exotic beaches in the white sand
Picture us getting served breakfast, five star suites in the South of France
Picture this, bein' rich, shoppin' for expensive gifts, imagine we could do this all day
Sean Paul
[A-Section]
You ready gimme da ting dat ya ready get ya live
And tell me all about da t[h]ings that you will fantasize
I know you dig da way me step da way me make my stride
Follow your feelings baby girl because they cannot be denied
Come check me in a night and make we get it amplified
Me have da ting to run da ship cause I'm go slip and I'm go slide
And in the words of love I got ta get it certified
But I give you da toughest longest type a ride
Girl
(Beyonce w/Sean Paul Ad-libs)
[Chours]
Baby Boy, you stay on my mind
Fufill my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams (see you in my dreams)
(Sean Paul: But dreams aren't always real)
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
La, La, La, La
(Come on girl, tell me what the deal)
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams (see you in my dreams)
(But the dreams aren't always real)
(Beyonce)
[Verse Two]
Picture you an African Prince, just lookin at the water glistenin' off my body
(Whoa nah nah nah)
Picture me an Indian Princess, diamond necklace from the house of Cardiet`
(Whoa nah nah nah)
Picture us layin' on silk sheets, lookin' at the sunset, sippin' Champagne
(Whoa nah nah nah)
Picture this, me and you, doin' what we wanna do, imagine we can do this all day
(Whoa nah nah nahhhhh)
(Beyonce w/Sean Paul Ad-libs)
[Chours]
Baby Boy, you stay on my mind
Fufill my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams (see you in my dreams)
(But dreams aren't always real)
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
Bye, bye, bye, bye
(Come on girl, tell me what the deal)
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
(But the dreams aren't always real)
[Bridge]
Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Baby boy, you are so damn fine
Baby boy, won't you be mine?
Baby boy, let's conceive an angel
Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Baby boy, you are so damn fine
Baby boy, won't you be mine?
Baby boy, let's conceive an angel
(Sean Paul)
[B-Section]
You a Top top - girl
Me and you together is a wrap - dat girl
Driving round da town in your drop top - girl
You no stop shop - girl
Little more di Dutty, want rock dat world
Yous a Top top - girl
Me and you together is a wrap - dat girl
Driving round da town in your drop top - girl
You no stop shop- girl
Little more di Dutty, want rock dat world
Baby Boy, you stay on my mind
Fufill my fantasies
(Whoa Nah Nah Nah)
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams (see you in my dreams)
(But dreams aren't always real)
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
(Come on girl, tell me what the deal)
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams (see you in my dreams)
(But the dreams aren't always real)
(Beyonce & Sean Paul)
We stepping it hotta this year
(Hotta hotta unda ya)
We stepping it hotta this year
(Hotta hotta unda ya)
I know you gon like it
I know you gon like it
Im stepping out hotta this year
(Hotta hotta unda ya)
Im stepping out hotta this year
(Hotta hotta unda ya)
So dont you fight it
So dont you fight it
Wanna Know You (Pepper)
I saw a street corner angel,
Platinum problems pressed against the wall.
She paid her dues, bought stiletto shoes,
And had real mean pimp names Paul.
Well, Paul, tied her up to the railroad tracks,
'Cause he didn't get the money on time,
I heard her screaming loud from the other side of town,
And the train was coming down the line.
Exclamation points jumped out her eyes,
Rips all across her fish net thighs,
Big tears are rolling
As I'm struggling to cut her loose.
She had a little bit of karma above her left eye,
Came in the shape of a scar..
I tried to help her out with a ride back home,
But, she jumped right out of my car.
Baby, I just really want to know you,
Can't keep me away, not if you tried,
Got lost in your town, ain't in no hurry,
I'm faster than your man, he'll never catch me!
Since that night I really thought about things,
I fell for an angel with the dirty wings.
Now I have to find her, let her know how I feel,
Got to tighten up some "bid'ness" for I make it real.
Paul didn't like that I pulled her off the tracks
Real late last Saturday night.
I knew he was mad when I got to the pad,
'Cause he left me a real nice surprise.
He dropped a little message in my mailbox,
Told me where to meet him, that we had to talk,
He said I shouldn't mess with his curly locks,
And if I did again he'd pump me full of shots.
I took the meeting with that pimp named Paul,
Stabbed in the heart and watched him fall,
Went looking for my angel all over the place,
I found her in a movie by Andrew Blake.
Baby, I just really want to know you,
Can't keep me away, not if you tried,
Got lost in your town, ain't in no hurry,
I'm faster than your man, he'll never catch me!
Baby, I just really want to know you,
Can't keep me away, not if you tried,
Got lost in your town, ain't in no hurry,
I'm faster than your man, he'll never catch me!
Beautiful Night (Manic Psychopath) (Prince Paul)
featuring The Therapists
{Freudian psychologist}
You have three minutes in which to tell me a dream
Any dream
Some one you had last night if you can remember it
OR any dream you can remember
Go ahead try not to censor just let it out
Begin please..
{patient}
I got a little uh..
{singers The Therapists}
Just a beautiful night..
{patient}
It's not like a dream, it's a confession y'know?
I kinda wild out last night y'know?
{Freudian psychologist}
Mmm-hmm
{patient}
To some shit..
Real ill shit..
{singers - The Therapists}
It's just a beautiful night..
{patient}
Let me tell you about it.. (mm-hmm)
Took this girl out to the movies you know
Dinner, the whole shit, you know
We had the lovely time, y'know..
Took her back to the crib, y'know
I spent a lot of money on her
I-I-I passed off, so I felt like she should pass off (mm-hmm)
Y'know? But she didn't.. so I took it!
{Freudian psychologist}
Mmm! Yah yah
{patient}
Yeah I raped her y'know
I mean you know I know it was **ed up
but uhh I ahhhhhhhhh... I felt bad so I left
y'know I went out, went to the store
to get me a little somethin to drink y'know (mm-hmm)
Went to this, went to this bar
Ordered some Amaretto, y'know, bottle of Amaretto you know
{Freudian psychologist}
Mmmmm, yeah..
{patient}
This whitey bartender said uhh, he don't serve no niggers y'know?
{Freudian psychologist}
Mm-hmm, yah
{patient}
What? Huh! I snapped on this mother**er y'know
Draggin him by his collar
Pullin him over the muh'**in counter
Dragged him outside and I KILLED this mother**er (mm-hmm)
I really wild out last night
I was illin
{Freudian psychologist}
Yah yah, mm-hmm
{patient}
But straight up, to be honest Doc?
It was a beautiful night
{singers - The Therapists}
It's just a beautiful night for a date **
{patient}
I mean, heh it was a beautiful night though
I kinda enjoyed that shit for some reason
{singers - The Therapists}
A beautiful night, for a kill (a kill)
{patient}
I mean I could do that shit again, y'knowhatI'msayin?
That's what I'm tryin to tell you, somethin wrong here
{singers - The Therapists}
It's a beautiful night for a homicide (ohh yeahh)
{patient}
It's a beautiful night
{singers - The Therapists}
A beautiful night, let's go steal..
Well it's a beautiful night, to kill **s
{patient}
So I went to Madison Square Garden to see umm
The Beastie Boys, youknowhatI'msayin?
Them niggaz had me riled up, youknowhatI'msayin?
{singers - The Therapists}
A beautiful night, all around, whoahhh!
{patient}
They was doing _The New Style_, all that shit y'knowhatI'msayin?
I really enjoyed the shit, slam dancin, y'know
{singers - The Therapists}
It's a .. beautiful night for a date **
{patient}
Folks was really into that shit y'knowhatI'msayin?
Vintage old school rap, y'know?
{singers - The Therapists}
A beautiful night, for a kill (a kill, for a kill)
{patient}
This one ** slam danced a little too hard and..
I ain't like that shit y'knowhatI'msayin?
I'm enjoyin myself, he enjoyin hisself
But some, some reason, some s-s-some friction kicked off y'know?
(Mm-hmm) I grabbed this mother**er I snapped his neck, you know?
{Freudian psychologist}
Mm-hmm
{patient}
This nigga dropped right there, BOOM!
**s was lookin me y'know'm'sayin they was scared though y'know
They ain't never see a muh'**in ** drop like that doe
I killed this muh'**er, but it was a beautiful night
{singers - The Therapists}
It's just a beautiful night, for a date **
{patient}
It was a beautiful night
{singers - The Therapists}
A beautiful night for a kill
{patient}
I mean I wasn't wrong for that shit was I Doc?
{singers - The Therapists}
It's a beautiful night for a homicide
{patient}
This type of shit happen everyday in the ghetto Doc
{singers - The Therapists}
A beautiful night, let's go steal
{patient}
You should come on down, hang out..
{Freudian psychologist}
Yah yah
{patient}
Yo there's this girl, y'knahmsayin named Susie
I used to date, y'knahmsayin? (mm-hmm)
She got a butter body, she-yknahmsayin?
She real slick, y'know
{Freudian psychologist}
Mm-hmm, yah
{patient}
Me and my homeboys, we got together
She hung with a few of her crew, y'knahmsayin?
We was all coolin out (mm, yah yah)
Three and three, y'knahmsayin?
But her girlfriends y'know they weren't with it
They stepped off, they left her (mm-hmm)
Me and my homeboys, I ain't gon' say no names
Y'knowhatI'msayin Doc cause that would be wrong
{Freudian psychologist}
Mm-hmm
{patient}
We start feelin on the shit, feelin her up y'knowhatI'msayin?
Enjoyin ourselves y'knahmsayin? We had our way with it y'know?
First I thought she was enjoyin it
but when she started screamin no and shit I knew we was wrong
but (mm-hmm) we just took that shit man ** it
It was a beautiful night
{singers - The Therapists}
It's just a beautiful night, for a date **
{patient}
It was a beautiful night Doc y'know?
{Freudian psychologist}
Yah yah
{singers - The Therapists}
A beautiful night for a kill
{patient}
I mean is there somethin wrong with me enjoyin this type of shit Doc?
I mean y'know
{singers - The Therapists}
It's a beautiful night for a homicide
{patient}
My old mom, she brought me up right y'know
Whatever, but, I like the shit
{singers - The Therapists}
A beautiful night, let's go steal..
Well it's a beautiful night, to kill **s
A beautiful night, all around, whoahhhhh!
{patient}
I was watchin All My Children one day *laughing*
{singers - The Therapists}
It's a beautiful night..
{Freudian psychologist}
Mm-hmm, yah yah..
Unfortunately I can not give a clinical analysis
of the symbolism of this dream unless we want this record
thoroughly banned but let me tell you it's pretty dirty!
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