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john

john bradbury

(1953 – 2015)

na boa, com todo respeito possível, mas quando foi que você soube da subida de um FDP? e olha que esse tipo de gente tá mais na pista que tiririca na grama, procede? é uma rapaziada que se prolifera tal e qual camundongo. mas por qual razão esses vasos não quebram? tem nego deles que tá mijando pelas botas… mas segue firmão. tem nego deles que passa no meio de rajada de metralhadora… como se estivesse na praia, tranquilão.

já do outro lado…

JB forévis!

qual a graça?

ronca.desenho

As I walk on through this wicked world,
Searching for light in the darkness of insanity,
I ask myself, Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain, and hatred, and misery?

And each time I feel like this inside,
There’s one thing I wanna know,
What’s so funny ‘bout peace, love, and understanding?,
What’s so funny ‘bout peace, love, and understanding?

And as I walked on through troubled times,
My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes,
So where are the strong?,
And who are the trusted?,
And where is the harmony?,
Sweet harmony

‘Cause each time I feel it slipping away, just makes me wanna cry,
What’s so funny ‘bout peace, love, and understanding?,
What’s so funny ‘bout peace, love, and understanding?

So where are the strong?,
And who are the trusted?,
And where is the harmony?,
Sweet harmony

‘Cause each time I feel it slipping away, just makes me wanna cry,
What’s so funny ‘bout peace, love, and understanding?,
What’s so funny ‘bout peace, love, and understanding?,
What’s so funny ‘bout peace, love, and understanding?

“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?”