but i'll hate you for free
Guitarra de rock'n'roll, batuque de candomblé
Tu és manjar de reis
Dos mais finos canapés
Mas agora é
minha vez
De te fazer mil cafunés
Tu és manjar de
reis
Dos mais finos canapés
Mas agora é minha vez
De te fazer mil cafunés
Quero a tua nudez
Da cabeça
aos pés
Quero que sem timidez
Tu chupes picolés
Quero que tu me dês
Tudo que tu és
Quero que tu me
dês
Tudo que tu és
Eu não peço desculpa
e nem peço perdão
Não, não é minha culpa
Essa minha obsessão
Já não agüento mais
Ver o meu coração
Como um vermelho balão
Rolando e sangrando
Chutado pelo chão
Psicótico, neurótico, todo errado
Só porque eu quero alguém
Que fique vinte e quatro horas do meu lado
No meu coração eternamente colado
No meu coração eternamente colado
se tudo começou no big bang
só tinha que acabar no big mac
mas
se a partida já estava começada
quarenta minutos antes do nada
então
é
fla-flu
então
é
maracanã
lotado
de
pulsão
de
mais
e
o
sopro
divino
criador
cantou
fla-flu
faça
-
se
a
luz
flato-flou
flight-flucht
fiat lux
ptyx
e
expulsou
o
universo
do
universo
um
Gosto de ficar na praia deitado
Com a cabeça no travesseiro de areia
Olhando coxas gostosas por todo lado
Das mais lindas garotas, também das mais feias
Porque são todas gostosas e sereias
Pro meu olhar de supremo tarado
Tarado
Macavity!
Macavity's a mystery cat: he's called the Hidden Paw
For he's a master criminal who can defy the law
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair
For when they reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare
And when you reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!
Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin
You would know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunken in
His brow is deeply lined in thought, his head is highly domed
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake
And when you think he's half asleep he's always wide awake
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
He's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square
But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there!
He's outwardly respectable, I know he cheats at cards
And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard's
And when the larder's looted or the jewel case if rifled
Or when the milk is missing or another peke's been stifled
Or the greenhouse glass is broken and the trellis past repair
There's the wonder of the thing Macavity's not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
There never was a cat of such deceitfulness and suavity
He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare
Whatever time the deed took place Macavity wasn't there!
And they say that all the cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone
Are nothing more than agents for the cat who all the time
Just controls the operations: The Napoleon of Crime!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
He's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square
But when a crime's discovered then Macavity, Macavity
Macavity, Macavity
When a Crime's discovered then Macavity's not there
Macavity's not there!
T.S. Elliot "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats"
Nosso samba
Tem feitiço,
Tem farofa
Tem vela e tem vintém
E tem também
Guitarra de rock'n'roll, batuque de candomblé
Zabé come zumbi
Zumbi come zabé
Zabé come zumbi
Zumbi come zabé
Tem mangue bit, berimbau
Tem hip-hop, Vigário Geral
Tem reagge pop, Fundo de Quintal
Capão Redondo, Candeal
Tem meu Muquiço, meu Largo do Tanque
Tem funk, o feitiço indecente
Que solta a gente
jei sutikciau andy warhol, tai paprasyciau, kad pasirasytu ant maikes, o po to, nakti, kai nieks nemato ismesciau ja.