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a bula do #159…

159

rodrigo campos – “wong kar wai”

rodrigo.campos

bruce springsteen – “meet me in the city”

bruce springsteen – “cadillac ranch”

siba – “a jarra e a aranha”

courtney barnett – “agua profunda”

courtney

courtney barnett – “dead fox”

courtney barnett – “debbie downer”

pink floyd – “flaming”

the rolling stones – “paint it black”

stones.aftermath

the rolling stones – “under my thumb”

isaac hayes – “do your thing”

the slickers – “johnny too bad”

jimmy.cliff

germano mathias – “maria espingardina”

the jazz butcher – “the jazz butcher X the prime minister” (12″)

jazz.butcher

IRA! – “dias de luta” (ao vivo no rock alive, flu fm, 11outubro1985)

martin carthy & dave swarbrick – “the man of burnham town”

martin+dave

family – “part of the load” (ao vivo)

family – “anyway” (ao vivo)

yma sumak – “gopher mambo”

isobel campbell & mark lanegan – “ramblin’ man”

the ex – “listen to the painters”

streetwalkers – “can’t come in”

the plastic ono band – “happy xmas (war is over)” (7″)

plastic.ono

free_radio

weapon_tico

o #159, hoje, às 22h, com promoção do maNto…

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#159 chegando, todo descabelado, a bordo do caraNgo de papai noel com DEZ camisetas roNca roNca para colocar no colo d’aTRIPA… muita atividade que a promo será LIVE, durante as duas horas do programa de logo mais… repetindo: a promoção será, exclusivamente, para quem estiver colado no áudio do #159 de 22h à meia noite. tranquilão?

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rodrigo campos, isaac hayes, martin carthy & dave swarbrick, IRA! (ao vivo, no rock alive, flu fm, em out1985), family, germano mathias, the slickers, isobel & mark, bruuuuuuuuuce, the ex, yma sumac, courtney barnett (no mais lindo vinil de 2015)…  & o diabo A4!

atividade, decolagem às 22h, ok?

“à queima roupa” (ou segunda feira dos infernos)…

“Point Blank”

Do you still say your prayers little darlin’ do you go to bed at night
Prayin’ that tomorrow, everything will be alright
But tomorrow’s fall in number in number one by one
You wake up and you’re dying you don’t even know what fromWell they shot you point blank you been shot in the back
Baby point blank you been fooled this time little girl that’s a fact
Right between the eyes baby, point blank right between the pretty lies that they tell
Little girl you fell

You grew up where young girls they grow up fast
You took what you were handed and left behind what was asked
but what they asked baby wasn’t right
you didn’t have to live that life,
I was gonna be your Romeo you were gonna be my Juliet
These days you don’t wait on Romeo’s you wait on that welfare check
and on all the pretty things that you can’t ever have and on all the promises

That always end up point blank, shot between the eyes
Point blank like little white lies you tell to ease the pain
You’re walkin’ in the sights, girl of point blank
and it’s one false move and baby the lights go out

Once I dreamed we were together again baby you and me
Back home in those old clubs the way we used to be
We were standin’ at the bar it was hard to hear
The band was playin’ loud and you were shoutin’ somethin’ in my ear
You pulled my jacket off and as the drummer counted four
You grabbed my hand and pulled me out on the floor
You just stood there and held me, then you started dancin’ slow
And as I pulled you tighter I swore I’d never let you go

Well I saw you last night down on the avenue
Your face was in the shadows but I knew that it was you
You were standin’ in the doorway out of the rain
You didn’t answer when I called out your name
You just turned, and then you looked away like just another stranger waitin’ to get blown away

Point blank, right between the eyes
Point blank, right between the pretty lies you fell
Point blank, shot straight through the heart,
Yea point blank, you’ve been twisted up till you’ve become just another part of it
Point blank, you’re walkin’ in the sights,
Point blank, livin’ one false move just one false move away
Point blank, they caught you in their sights
Point blank, did you forget how to love, girl, did you forget how to fight.
Point blank they must have shot you in the head
Cause point blank, bang bang baby you’re dead.

ronca. bone

e aí?

Blatter e Platini são banidos pela Fifa por oito anos

aí, você junta a quadrilha da CBF cujo presidente “está vendo o sol nascer quadrado, em NYC”, anexa a máfia das federações estaduais e os pivetes que gerenciam o seu clube.

e aí, você vai fazer questão de ser peça nessa engrenagem?

por falar nisso, quando começa o carioquinha?

como diria o inesquecível marinho no mais estrombólico depoimento registrado no futebol mundial: “que merda, hein?”