Henri Texier "Azur" Quartet - "An Indian's Week" (1993) http://spellbindingmusic.com/henri-texier-azur-quartet-indians-desaparecido/
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Henri Texier "Azur" Quartet - "An Indian's Week" (1993) http://spellbindingmusic.com/henri-texier-azur-quartet-indians-desaparecido/
7 outubro, what a feeling.
take me
Free - that's all that she could bleed That's why she'll never stay
Just another girl that wants to rule the world At any time or place
I don't want to work all day
I just wanna make love to you
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LP: Sunrise (1970) Style: Psychedelic Rock & Folk
"San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair)" is a song, written by John Phillips of The Mamas & the Papas, and sung by Scott McKenzie. It was writt...
All across the nation such a strange vibration People in motion There’s a whole generation with a new explanation People in motion people in motion
If you’re going to San Francisco Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
Summertime will be a love-in there
Tia Surica canta Pintura sem Arte (Candeia)
A flor esperança se acabou O amor, o vento levou Outra flor nasceu é a saudade Que invade tirando a liberdade Meu peito arde igual verão Mas se é pra chorar, choro cantando Pra ninguém me ver sofrendo E dizer que estou pagando
Não, não basta ter inspiração Não basta fazer uma linda canção Pra cantar samba se precisa muito mais O samba é lamento, é sofrimento, é fuga dos meus ais
Em meio a tantos gases lacrimogênios Ficam calmos, calmos, calmos
E o Rio de asfalto e gente Entorna pelas ladeiras Entope o meio fio Esquina mais de um milhão Quero ver então a gente, gente, gente..
É como se não ouvesse solidão
E também, de suas línguas, escorre o sumo da estagnação.
E cospem víboras, e dançam no sangue