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segunda-feira, fevereiro 23, 2009

MicellIpodcast nº 31 - 23/02/2009


Produção e Apresentação: Sylvio Micelli

Transmissão pelo
http://micelli.blogspot.com/

Retransmissão pela Rádio Torpedo
Diretor: Maurício Filho

http://www.radiotorpedo.com.br



0 - 3'14" - Abertura do programa

Micelli faz a abertura do programa

BG - Eye Of The Tiger
Composed By Jim Peterik/Frankie Sullivan
Survivor - Album: Eye Of The Tiger - Release Date: 1982
Label: Scotti Bros. - http://www.survivormusic.com/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mu9xx5Ri278

Lyrics
Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive
Chorus:
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive
chorus
Risin' up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive
chorus
The eye of the tiger (repeats out)..



3'15" - 6'44" - Rehab
Composed by Amy Winehouse
Amy Winehouse - Album: Back to Black - Release Date: Dec 19, 2006
Label: Republic - http://www.amywinehouse.co.uk/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LD5sahXoj0U

Lyrics
They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'
Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know
I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go
I'd rather be at home with ray
I ain't got seventy days
Cause there's nothing
There's nothing you can teach me
That I can't learn from Mr Hathaway
I didn't get a lot in class
But I know it don't come in a shot glass
They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'
Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know
I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go
The man said 'why do you think you here'
I said 'I got no idea
I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby
so I always keep a bottle near'
He said 'I just think you're depressed,
this me, yeah baby, and the rest'
They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'
Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know
I don't ever wanna drink again
I just ooh I just need a friend
I'm not gonna spend ten weeks
have everyone think I'm on the mend
It's not just my pride
It's just 'til these tears have dried
They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'
Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know
I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go



6'45" - 10'28" - Burning Down the House
Composed By David Byrne/Chris Frantz/Jerry Harrison/Tina Weymouth
Talking Heads - Album: Speaking in Tongues - Release Date: Jun 1, 1983
Label: Sire -
http://www.talking-heads.nl/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNnAvTTaJjM

Lyrics
Watch out
You might get what youre after
Cool babies
Strange but not a stranger
Im an ordinary guy
Burning down the house
Hold tight wait till the partys over
Hold tight were in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house
Heres your ticket pack your bag: time for jumpin overboard
The transportation is here
Close enough but not too far, maybe you know where you are
Fightin fire with fire
All wet
Hey you might need a raincoat
Shakedown
Dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees
Burning down the house
It was once upon a place sometimes I listen to myself
Gonna come in first place
People on their way to work baby what did you except
Gonna burst into flame
My house
Sout of the ordinary
Thats might
Dont want to hurt nobody
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house
No visible means of support and you have not seen nuthin yet
Everythings stuck together
I dont know what you expect starring into the tv set
Fighting fire with fire



10'29" - 14'01" - Owner of a Lonely Heart
Composed By Jon Anderson/Trevor Horn/Trevor Rabin/Chris Squire
Yes - Album: 90125 - Release Date: Nov 7, 1983
Label: Atco -
http://www.yesworld.com/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHWEHIYrazw

Lyrics
Move yourself
You always live your life
Never thinking of the future
Prove yourself
You are the move you make
Take your chances win or loser
See yourself
You are the steps you take
You and you - and thats the only way
Shake - shake yourself
Youre every move you make
So the story goes
Owner of a lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart
Much better than - a
Owner of a broken heart
Owner of a lonely heart
Say - you dont want to chance it
Youve been hurt so before
Watch it now
The eagle in the sky
How he dancin one and only
You - lose yourself
No not for pitys sake
Theres no real reason to be lonely
Be yourself
Give your free will a chance
Youve got to want to succeed
Owner of a lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart
Much better than - a
Owner of a broken heart
Owner of a lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart
After my own decision
They confused me so - owner of a lonely heart
My love said never question your will at all
In the end youve got to go
Look before you leap - owner of a lonely heart
And dont you hesitate at all - no no
Owner of a lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart
Much better than - a
Owner of a broken heart
Owner of a lonely heart
(repeat)
Owner of a lonely heart
Sooner or later each conclusion
Will decide the lonely heart - owner of a lonely heart
It will excite it will delight
It will give a better start - owner of a lonely heart
Dont deceive your free will at all
Dont deceive your free will at all - owner of a lonely heart
Dont deceive your free will at all
Just receive it



14'02" - 17'25" - We're an American Band
Composed By Don Brewer
Grand Funk Railroad - Album: We're an American Band - Release Date: Nov 1973
Label: Collector's Pipeline -
http://www.grandfunkrailroad.com/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jcv0L5Ecy94

Lyrics
On the road for forty days,
Last night in little rock put me in a haze.
Sweet, sweet connie -- doin her act,
She had the whole show and thats a natural fact.
Up all night with freddy king,
I got to tell you pokers his thing.
A-booze n ladies keep me right,
As long as we can make it to the show tonight.
Chorus
Were an american band.
Were an american band.
Were coming to your town, well help you party it down.
Were an american band.
Four young chaquitas in omaha,
Was waitin for the band to return from the show.
Feelin good, feelin right, its saturday night,
The hotel detective -- he was out-a-sight.
Now, these fine ladies, they had a plan,
They was out to meet the boys in the band.
They said, come on, dudes, lets get it on,
And we proceeded to tear that hotel down.
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Were an american band, ooo-ooo.
Were an american band, ooo-ooo.
Were an american band, ooo-ooo.



17'26" - 31'16" - Micelli comenta sobre as primeiras semanas de Barack Obama, crise econômica e Afeganistão. Fala também sobre Lula, Dilma, Serra e as eleições de 2010



31'17" - 36'02" - Fake Plastic Trees
Composed By Colin Greenwood/Jonny Greenwood/Ed O'Brien/Phil Selway/Thom Yorke
Radiohead - Album: The Bends - Release Date: Apr 4, 1995
Label: Capitol -
http://www.radiohead.com/deadairspace/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HeowFbvpu0U

Lyrics
Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth.
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself.
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out.
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins.
And it wears him out, it wears him out.
It wears him out, it wears . . .
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love.
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run.
And it wears me out, it wears me out.
It wears me out, it wears me out.
And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time.
Oh, oh.



36'03" - 40'19" - I Was Made for Lovin' You
Composed By Desmond Child/Vini Poncia/Paul Stanley
Kiss - Album: Dynasty - Release Date: 1979
Label: Casablanca -
http://www.kissonline.com/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnqUAbGMjLI

Lyrics
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Tonight I wanna give it all to you
In the darkness
Theres so much I wanna do
And tonight I wanna lay it at your feet
cause girl, I was made for you
And girl, you were made for me
I was made for lovin you baby
You were made for lovin me
And I cant get enough of you baby
Can you get enough of me
Tonight I wanna see it in your eyes
Feel the magic
Theres something that drives me wild
And tonight were gonna make it all come true
cause girl, you were made for me
And girl I was made for you
I was made for lovin you baby
You were made for lovin me
And I cant get enough of you baby
Can you get enough of me
I was made for lovin you baby
You were made for lovin me
And I can give it all to you baby
Can you give it all to me
Oh, cant get enough, oh, oh
I cant get enough, oh, oh
I cant get enough
Yeah, ha
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
I was made for lovin you baby
You were made for lovin me
And I cant get enough of you baby
Can you get enough of me
Oh, I was made, you were made
I cant get enough
No, I cant get enough
I was made for lovin you baby
You were made for lovin me
And I cant get enough of you baby
Can you get enough of me
I was made for lovin you baby
You were made for lovin me
And I can give it all to you baby



40'20" - 45'03" - The Number of the Beast
Composed By Steve Harris
Iron Maiden - Album: The Number of the Beast - Release Date: 1982
Label: Capitol -
http://www.ironmaiden.com/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cirWoF4B7EY

Lyrics
Woe to You Oh Earth and Sea
for the Devil sends the beast with wrath
because he knows the time is short
Let him who hath understanding
reckon the number of the beast
for it is a human number
its number is six hundred and sixty six.
I left alone my mind was blank
I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind
What did I see can I believe that what I saw
that night was real and not just fantasy
Just what I saw in my old dreams were they
reflections of my warped mind staring back at me
Cos in my dreams it's always there the evil face that twists my mind
and brings me to despair
The night was black was no use holding back
Cos I just had to see was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
was all this for real or just some kind of hell
666 the Number of the Beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released
Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
as they start to cry hands held to the sky
In the night the fires are burning bright
the ritual has begun Satan's work is done
666 the Number of the Beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight
This can't go on I must inform the law
Can this still be real or just some crazy dream
but I feel drawn towards the chanting hordes
seems to mesmerize...can't avoid their eyes
666 the Number of the Beast
666 the one for you and me
I'm coming back I will return
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn
I have the fire I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take its course



45'04" - 49'11" - The Living Daylights
Composed By John Barry/Pål Waaktaar
A-ha - Album: The Living Daylights OST - Release Date: 1987
Label: Warner Bros. -
http://www.a-ha.com/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WzV4WGoyl4Q

Lyrics
Hey driver
where're we going? I swear my nerves are showing
Set my hopes up way too high
living's in the way we die.
Comes the morning and the headlights fade in rain
Of hundred thousand people I'm the one they frame.
I've been waiting long for one of us to say:
Save the darkness
let it never fade away -
In the living daylights
in the living daylights.
Alright
hold on tight now
it's down
down to the wire
Set your hopes up way too high
living's in the way we die.
Comes the morning and the headlights fade away
Hundred thousand changes
everything's the same.
I've been waiting long for one of us to say:
Save the darkness
let it never fade away -
In the living daylights
living daylights
living daylights.
Comes the morning and the headlights fade away
Hundred thousand people
I'm the one they frame
In the living daylights
in the living daylights.
Living daylights
- set your hopes up way too high
Living daylights
- living's in the way we die -
Living daylights
- set your hopes up way too high -
Living daylights
- living's in the way we die -



49'12" - 59'05" - Micelli fala os próximos shows, o show realizado por Peter Murphy e a cerimônia do Oscar



59'06" - 61'33" - Tédio (Com um T bem grande pra você)
Composed By Renato Russo
Legião Urbana - Album: Que País é Este - 1978/1987 - Release Date: 1987
Label: EMI-Odeon -
http://www.renatorusso.com.br/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSsIkS1vnYE

Lyrics
Moramos na cidade, também o presidente
E todos vão fingindo viver decentemente
Só que eu não pretendo ser tão decadente não
Tédio com um T bem grande pra você
Andar a pé na chuva, às vezes eu me amarro
Não tenho gasolina, também não tenho carro
Também não tenho nada de interessante pra fazer
Tédio com um T bem grande pra você
Se eu não faço, nada fico satisfeito
Eu durmo o dia inteiro e aí não é direito
Porque quando escurece, só estou afim de aprontar
Tédio com um T bem grande pra você.



61'34" - 66'05" - Armadilha
Composed By Ronaldo Pereira - Zezinho Flores - Eduardo Moraes - Neto Pavanelli
Finis Africæ - Album: Finis Africæ - Release Date: 1987
Label: EMI-Odeon -
http://br.geocities.com/finis_br/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6iTKnFVTZR4

Lyrics
Andando entre cacos me sinto em pedaços
E até hoje não sei dizer se está tudo acabado
Mas não troquei minha boca fechada pelas suas palavras vazias
Você me fez envelhecer, um ano a cada dia
Você me fez cair outra vez, na minha armadilha
Chego em casa tarde e ninguém me vê
Não há nada errado em não saber que fazer
Mas não troquei minha boca fechada pelas suas palavras vazias
Você me fez envelhecer, um ano a cada dia
Você me fez cair outra vez, na minha armadilha



66'06" - 69'44" - Decadence Avec Elegance
Composed By Lobão
Lobão - Single: Decadence Avec Elegance - Release Date: 1985
Label: RCA Victor -
http://mtv.uol.com.br/lobao/blog
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aikYHRLD6VQ

Lyrics
Há muito tempo que eu já dizia
Toda essa chinfra não te
garante
Você não sabe arte de saber
andar
Nem de salto alto , nem de
escada rolante
Sua vida não tem muito sentido
Sempre em dia com o seu
atraso
Mas e daí ela se acha tão chic
Troca seu destino por qualquer
acaso
E perdeu a pose ...
Decadence avec elegance
Decadence avec elegance 2 VEZES
Ou ou ou ou ou ou ou ou ou...
Ela diz pra mim :
Seja um bom rapaz
Pratique algum esporte,
tenha bons ideais
Afinal de contas o fim do mundo
Não é nenhum fim de mundo
E se for ... Descance em paz
E no final da madrugada
Perambulando pelos Bordéis
Decadence - é melhor viver
Dez anos a mil , do que mil
anos a dez
Decadence avec elegance
Decadence avec elegance
Ou ou ou ou ou ou ou ou ou...



69'45" - 72'21" - Vessels' Town
Composed By Harry
Harry - Album: Vessels' Town - Release Date: 1990
Label: Stiletto -
http://www.harrynet.com.br/
No YouTube video

Lyrics
Flying boats and Mormon bikes
They go the same way... clockwise
They shoot the skull-caps, I don't mind
You know I'm ready, I'm ready to die
Chorus:
I wanted wings
Good wings
I wanted wings
Good wings
Back in good ole Vesseis'Town
Beaches and bitches are ready for the showdown
She's their preacher, she's their place
She's got the truth that no one wanna face
(chorus)
Between God and narrow minds
You say you don't wanna compromise
I do hate you, I can't deny
But those old vices are hard to fight
(chorus)
Give the intellectuals endemic sex
Get them tortured with guilt and complex
Let them breath you philthy air
And bas-fond for those who dare
(chorus)



72'22" - 88'06" - Micelli fala esportes com destaque para futebol e confusão de São Paulo X Corinthians, Fórmula 1 e seleção brasileira. Em seguida apresenta o bloco Criador & Criatura.



88'07" - 91'52" - Under Pressure
Composed By David Bowie/John Deacon/Brian May/Freddie Mercury/Roger Taylor
Queen & David Bowie - Album: Hot Space - Release Date: May 25, 1982
Label: Elektra -
http://www.queenonline.com/
David Bowie - http://www.davidbowie.com/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3qVl8Gb2J4

Lyrics
Mm ba ba de
Um bum ba de
Um bu bu bum da de
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure - that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da - that's o.k.
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets
Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba
O.k.
Chippin' around - kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap
People on streets - ee da de da de
People on streets - ee da de da de da de da
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher high high
Pressure on people - people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love
but it's so slashed and torn
Why - why - why ?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance
Why can't we give love that one more chance
Why can't we give love give love give love give love
give love give love give love give love give love
'Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And loves dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure


91'53" - 95'40" - Under Pressure
Composed By David Bowie/John Deacon/Brian May/Freddie Mercury/Roger Taylor
Keane - Single: Night Sky - Release Date: Oct 29, 2007
Label: Universal / Island -
http://www.keanemusic.com/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZ-Vzhi9FqI



95'41" - 98'47" - Micelli apresenta o bloco Mini Especial com a banda The B-52's e fala sobre o vocalista Peter Murphy



Mini-Especial: The B-52's

All the songs composed By The B-52's [Kate Pierson/Fred Schneider/Keith Strickland/Cindy Wilson/Ricky Wilson] except (a) composed by Kate Pierson/Fred Schneider/Keith Strickland
Label: Warner Bros. except (a) (b) Reprise
http://theb52s.com/

98'48" - 103'39" - Rock Lobster
Album: The B-52's - Release Date: Jul, 1979
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-UqKRGW6_rw

Lyrics
We were at a party
His ear lobe fell in the deep
Someone reached in and grabbed it
It was a rock lobster
We were at the beach
Everybody had matching towels
Somebody went under a dock
And there they saw a rock
It wasn't a rock
It was a rock lobster
Motion in the ocean
His air hose broke
Lots of trouble
Lots of bubble
He was in a jam
S'in a giant clam
Down, down
Underneath the waves
Mermaids wavin'
Wavin' to mermen
Wavin' sea fans
Sea horses sailin'
Dolphins wailin'
Red snappers snappin'
Clam shells clappin'
Muscles flexin'
Flippers flippin'
Down, down
Let's rock!
Boy's in bikinis
Girls in surfboards
Everybody's rockin'
Everybody's fruggin'
Twistin' 'round the fire
Havin' fun
Bakin' potatoes
Bakin' in the sun
Put on your noseguard
Put on the lifeguard
Pass the tanning butter
Here comes a stingray
There goes a manta-ray
In walked a jelly fish
There goes a dogfish
Chased by a catfish
In flew a sea robin
Watch out for that piranha
There goes a narwhale
HERE COMES A BIKINI WHALE!


103'40" - 107'09" - Private Idaho
Album: Wild Planet - Release Date: Sep 1980
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7t7cGwN7_0

Lyrics
Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo
You're living in your own Private Idaho
Living in your own Private Idaho
Underground like a wild potato.
Don't go on the patio.
Beware of the pool,
blue bottomless pool.
It leads you straight
right throught the gate
that opens on the pool.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
Keep off the path, beware the gate,
watch out for signs that say "hidden driveways".
Don't let the chlorine in your eyes
blind you to the awful surprise
that's waitin' for you at
the bottom of the bottomless blue blue blue pool.
You're livin in your own Private Idaho. Idaho.
You're out of control, the rivers that roll,
you fell into the water and down to Idaho.
Get out of that state,
get out of that state you're in.
You better beware.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
Keep off the patio,
keep off the path.
The lawn may be green
but you better not be seen
walkin' through the gate that leads you down,
down to a pool fraught with danger
is a pool full of strangers.
You're living in your own Private Idaho,
where do I go from here to a better state than this.
Well, don't be blind to the big surprise
swimming round and round like the deadly hand
of a radium clock, at the bottom, of the pool.
I-I-I-daho
I-I-I-daho
Woah oh oh woah oh oh woah oh oh
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Get out of that state
Get out of that state
You're living in your own Private Idaho,
livin in your own Private.... Idaho


107'10" - 112'52" - Good Stuff (a)
Album: Good Stuff - Release Date: Jun 23, 1992
http://hollywood.premiere.com/video/music/Good_Stuff_B52s/#49902

Lyrics
Brrrr!
All right
Bum bum-Bum bum (in combinations)
Ooo baby!
What?
How about givin' me some of that good stuff
Well...
Here it 'tis
Here it 'tis
Here it 'tis
Here it 'tis
Are you lookin' for it?
Are you lookin' for it?
You'll hear it from me
Good stuff baby
Do you want it?
Do you know how to get it?
That good stuff baby
Good good stuff
I got sincerity that's bonifide
And a heart so fine it's certified
So let your good stuff rain down on me
Your dang good stuff that's true and tried
Are you lookin' for it?
Are you lookin' for it?
You'll hear it from me
Good stuff baby
Do you want it?
Do you know how to get it?
That good stuff baby
Good good stuff
What's the use of gettin' if you ain't sharin'
My eyes are strainin' from all the starin'
You've become my magnificent obsession
So how's about joinin' my lovin' session?
Are you ready? I'm ready
Are you ready? Uh yeah
Are you ready for this? I guess so
Come on baby
Say whoa!
Take me down where the love honey flows
Kiss you nice, nibble your toes
Take me down where the good stuff grows
Love you nice, tickle your nose
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
The big dipper sure ain't big enough
To hold all of your dang good stuff
So let the people say we're down right nasty
I just say we're down right
That good stuff that I am seekin'
It's got me peakin' and it's got me freakin'
Watch my lips I am speakin'
It's got me trickin' and it's got me treatin'!
I got sincerity that's bonifide
So come on now and let your good stuff rain down on me
(Take me down)
I want the stuff
(Take me up)
That's tried and true
Take me to the place they have the good stuff
Yeah
Take me down where the love honey flows
Kiss you nice, nibble your toes
Take me down where the good stuff grows
Love you nice, tickle your nose
Take me down where the love honey flows
Kiss you nice, nibble your toes
Take me down where the good stuff grows
Love you nice, tickle your nose
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Don't leave me hangin'
I wanna be dangin'
With your dang good stuff!
Don't leave me hangin'
I wanna be dangin'
With your dang good stuff!
Hey ladies, do you want it? yeah!
Hey fellas, you got to have it, yeah!
Gonna wallow in the lovin' hollow
Gonna wallow in your dang good stuff!
Gonna wallow in the lovin' hollow
Gonna wallow in your dang good stuff!
Hey ladies, do you want it? yeah!
Hey fellas, you got to have it, yeah!
That good good good good good good good stuff!
That good good good good good good good stuff!


112'53" - 118'09" - Love Shack (b)
Album: Cosmic Thing - Release Date: Jun 1989
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4gXpzZP7ms

Lyrics
If you see a faded sign by the side of the road that says
15 miles to the... Love Shack! Love Shack yeah
I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway,
lookin' for the love getaway
Heading for the love getaway, love getaway,
I got me a car, it's as big as a whale
and we're headin' on down
To the Love Shack
I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20
So hurry up and bring your jukebox money
The Love Shack is a little old place
where we can get together
Love Shack baby, Love Shack bay-bee.
Love baby, that's where it's at,
Ooo love baby, that's where it's at
Sign says.. Woo... stay away fools,
'cause love rules at the Lo-o-ove Shack!
Well it's set way back in the middle of a field,
Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back
Glitter on the mattress
Glitter on the highway
Glitter on the front porch
Glitter on the hallway
The Love Shack is a little old place
where we can get together
Love Shack bay-bee! Love Shack baby!
Love Shack, that's where it's at!
Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin',
wearin' next to nothing
Cause it's hot as an oven
The whole shack shimmies!
The whole shack shimmies when everybody's
Movin' around and around and around and around!
Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby!
Folks linin' up outside just to get down
Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby
Funky little shack! Funk-y little shack!
Hop in my Chrysler,
it's as big as a whale
and it's about to set sail!
I got me a car, it seats about twenty
So c'mon and bring your jukebox money.
The Love Shack is a little old place
where we can get together
Love Shack baby! Love Shack bay-bee!
(Love Shack...Love Shack...)
Love Shack, that's where it's at!
Bang bang bang on the door baby!
Knock a little louder baby!
Bang bang bang on the door baby!
I can't hear you
Bang bang on the door baby
Bang bang on the door
Bang bang on the door baby
Bang bang
You're what?... Tin roof, rusted!
Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love baby, that's where it's at
Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love baby, that's where it's at
Huggin' and a kissin',
dancin' and a lovin' at the love shack



118'10" - 122'13" - Micelli encerra o programa e fala da morte de Lux Interior, vocalista do The Cramps


122'14" - 124'29" - Human Fly
Composed By Lux Interior/Ivy Rorschach
Joy Division - Album: Bad Music for Bad People - Release Date: 1984
Label: IRS -
http://www.thecramps.com/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3HSO1F7zHM

Lyrics
Well I'm a human fly
It's spelt F-L-Y
I say buzz ,buzz, buzz, and it's just because..
I'm a human fly and I don't know why
I got ninety six tears in my ninety six eyes.
I got a garbage brain, it's drivin' me insane
And I don't like your ride, so push that pesticide
And baby I won't care, 'cause baby I don't scare
'Cause I'm a reborn maggot using germ warfare. Rockin'
Zzzzz...
I'm a human fly
It's spelt F-L-Y
I say buzz, buzz, buzz, and it's just because..
I'm a unzipped fly, and I don't know why
And I don't know, but I say
Buzz...ride tonight
And I say buzz...rocket ride
And I say buzz...I don't know why
I don't know I just, don't know why.

domingo, janeiro 25, 2009

MicellIpodcast nº 27 - 28/06/2008

Produção e Apresentação: Sylvio Micelli
Transmissão pelo http://micelli.spaces.live.com

Retransmissão pela Rádio Torpedo
Diretor: Maurício Filho
http://www.radiotorpedo.com.br

Apoio: Portal ServidorPúblico.Net
http://www.servidorpublico.net



0 - 3'09" - Abertura do programa

Micelli faz a abertura do programa

BG - Block Rockin' Beats
Composed By Tom Rowlands/Edmund Simmons/Jesse Weaver
The Chemical Brothers - Album: Dig Your Own Hole - Release Date: Apr 7, 1997
Label: Astralwerks - http://www.thechemicalbrothers.com/
http://youtube.com/watch?v=1BVADNUyDZY

Lyrics
Back with another one of those block rockin' beats...
We're about ready to rock-steady



3'10" - 6'30" - Hot Corner
Composed By The B-52's/Kate Pierson/Fred Schneider/Keith Strickland/Cindy Wilson
The B-52's - Album: Funplex - Release Date: Mar 25, 2008
Label: Astralwerks - http://www.astralwerks.com/b-52s/default.asp
http://youtube.com/watch?v=D1lAlSkzzqQ

Lyrics
There goes
The law screamin' by
3 AM and the minutes fly
No damn class
In the Classic City
He's a mess
But he's really pretty

I-I-I'm lookin' for some fun
Waitin' for the bus
From Winder to come
I-I-I'm lookin' for my hon
Waitin' for that bus to come

Shake it to the last round
(Hot corner, last call)
Shimmy in a Lurex gown
Don't you know
That I want you baby?

Hey y'all
Last call
Last chance to dance
Do a white hot shimmy
In a Lurex gown
Shimmy, shimmy
Hot, shimmy, shimmy
Twist the tornado
In the lasso
Shake it honey
Shake
Shake it honey

On the hot corner
Steamin' it up
Shimmy, shimmy
Hot
Shimmy, shimmy
Tragically hot
Show what you got
Shake it honey
Shake, shake

Shake it to the last round
(Hot corner, last call)
Shimmy in a Lurex gown
Don't you know
That I want you

Lookin for some action
(Last call)
Twistin' to distraction
(Last chance)
Shake it, shake it
Don't you know
That I want you baby?

Hey y'all
Last call
Last chance to dance
Whoo

(2x):
I-I-I'm lookin' for some fun
Waitin' for the bus
From Winder to come



6'31" - 9'02" - Run
Composed By Gnarls Barkley
Gnarls Barkley - Album: The Odd Couple - Release Date: Mar 18, 2008
Label: Downtown/Atlantic - http://www.gnarlsbarkley.com/
http://youtube.com/watch?v=2GA3a15xF0c

Lyrics
Yeah its still the same
Can’t you feel the pain
When the needle hits the vein
Ain’t nothing like the real thing
I’ve seen it once before
And oh it’s something else
Good god

Cool breeze come on in
Sunshine come on down
These are the tear drops of the clown
Circus is coming to town
All I’m saying is sometimes I’m more scared of myself
You better
move
I said
move

Runaway
Runaway
Run children
Run for your life
Runaway
Runaway
Run children
Here it comes
I said run
Alright

Yeah I’m on the run
See where I’m coming from
When you see me coming run
Before you see what I’m running from
No time for question asking time is passing by
Alright

You can’t win child
We’ve all tried to
You’ve been lied to
It’s all ready inside you
Either you run right now
Or you best get ready to die
You better
move
I said
move

Runaway
Runaway
Run children
Run for your life
Runaway
Runaway
Run children
Ooh
Here it comes
I Said run

Hurry little children
Run this way
I have got a beast at bay
La la la la la la la
La la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la l a
La la la la l a
Runaway
runaway
Run children
run for your life
runaway
runaway
run children
here it comes
said run



9'03" - 13'09" - Beat It
Composed By Michael Jackson
Michael Jackson & Fergie - Album: Thriller [25th Anniversary Edition] - Release Date: Feb 12, 2008
Label: Epic - http://www.michaeljackson.com/
No YouTube video

Lyrics
They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it

You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it

They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it

You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll kick you, then they beat you,
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it

Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it

Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it



13'10" - 16'06" - That's How People Grow Up
Composed By Morrissey
Morrissey - Single: That's How People Grow Up - Release Date: Jan 28, 2008
Label: Polydor - http://www.morrissey-solo.com/
http://youtube.com/watch?v=p2hWIAKAGj0

Lyrics
I was wasting my time
Trying to fall in love
Disappointment came to me and
Booted me and bruised and hurt me

But that's how people grow up
That's how people grow up

I was wasting my time
Looking for love
Someone must look at me and
See their sunlit dream
I was wasting my time
Praying for love
For a love that never comes
From someone who does not exist

And that's how people grow up
That's how people grow up

Let me live
Before I die
No not me
Not I

I was wasting my life
Always thinking about myself
Someone on their deathbed said
There are other sorrows too

I was driving my car
I crashed and broke my spine
So yes there are things worse in life than
Never being someone's sweetie

That's how people grow up
That's how people grow up

That's how people grow up
That's how people grow up

As for me I'm okay
For now anyway



16'07" - 30'25" - Micelli comenta sobre reforma política e eleições



30'26" - 34'11" - I Try
Composed By Macy Gray/Jinsoo Lim/Jeremy Ruzumna/David Wilder
Macy Gray - Album: On How Life Is - Release Date: Jul 27, 1999
Label: Epic - http://www.geffen.com/macygray
http://youtube.com/watch?v=qsTk2xp0nvY

Lyrics
Games, changes and fears
When will they go from here
When will they stop
I believe that fate has brought us here
And we should be together
But wer,e not
I play it off but I'm dreamin of you
I'll keep it cool but I'm fiendin.
I try to say goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
Goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not near

I may appear to be free
But I'm just a prisoner of your love
I may seem alright and smile when you leave
But my smiles are just a front
I play it off but I'm dreamin of you
I'll keep my cool but I'm fiendin
I try to say goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not near

Here is my confession
May I be your possesion
Boy I need your touch
Your love kisses and such
With all my might I try
But this I can't deny
I play it off but im dreamin of you
I'll keep my cool but I'm fiendin
I try to say good bye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not near



34'06" - 38'50" - 29 Palms
Composed By Chris Blackwell/Doug Boyle/Phil Johnstone/Charlie Jones/Robert Plant
Robert Plant - Album: Fate of Nations - Release Date: May 27, 1993
Label: Es Paranza - http://www.robertplant.com/
http://youtube.com/watch?v=7YIjUD09xRA

Lyrics
A fool in love - a crazy situation
Her velvet glove knocks me down and down and down
Her kiss of fire - a loaded invitation
Inside her smile she takes me down and down and down

Her moves look good - a touch of desparation
From where I stood she turned my head around, round and round

It comes kinda hard when I hear your voice on the radio
Taking me back down the road that leads back to you
29 Palms - I feel the heat of your desert heart
Taking me back down the road that leads back to you

Oh, I'm burning in love - a strange infatuation
White cold cold touch - what must I do, do, do
The heat and the dust increase my desolation
In God we trust - always for you, and you and you

It comes kinda hard [etc repeated]



38'28" - 43'23" - Skin
Composed By Danny Elfman
Oingo Boingo - Album: Dark at the End of the Tunnel - Release Date: 1990
Label: MCA - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oingo_Boingo
http://youtube.com/watch?v=ktQfNAUPivc

Lyrics
This is someone else's story
Someone that I never knew
This is someone else's body
Am I getting through to you
If you peel away the armor is something underneath
If you look below for hidden treasure underneath another layer
Are you hiding underneath the skin

CHORUS

If you peel away the skin is there anybody there
If you peel away the skin is there anybody there
If you peel away the armor is it too late to begin
Is there anybody hiding if you peel away the skin

Now a spark has passed between us now
A momentary recognition
Something lost and something gained
And something shared that feels strange
Something cold that will not go away

There's a heart as cold as ice
In a vault that's made of stone
Over years the walls got higher
Over years the walls have grown

Is there anybody in there in this self inflicted tomb
If you peel away the layers is there someone in this room
If you peel away the skin, if you peel away the skin

This is someone else's story
Someone that I never knew
This is someone else's body
Am I getting through to you



43'24" - 48'49" - All Night Long
Composed By Peter Murphy/Paul Statham
Peter Murphy - Album: Love Hysteria - Release Date: 1988
Label: Beggars Banquet - http://www.petermurphy.info/intro.html
http://youtube.com/watch?v=q__QnW-9ROs

Lyrics
When the night is closing
Eyes are running wild
Then I hear you humming
All night long

The sign I see it
Tell me am I true
All I need from you is
All I see

This city's paved with cold
Playboys buying fun
Seems there is no hunter left
Without his hunting gun

Can you feel the light
The air is wild open
Oh you see the light it's coming through
It's there in the distance
Always offered to me
Always coming over a hill

Oh your see-saw smile
Lasts me all night long
Like a siren's curl
When the night is long

Now come hold my hand
No bad vibe hearts
Hold my hand you know
This journey could be long

Yeah the seasons come in
All the nights are woven
All the nights we'll see them through
Ahh no hundred men now
Would dare cut into us
We'll go on and see it through

Belle,
Une rose qui a joue son role
Mon Miroir,
Mon clef d'or
Mon cheval
Et mon gant sont les cinq secrets de ma puissance

Je voulais livrer
Il vous suffira de mettre ce gant
A votre main droite
Il vous transportera ou vous desirez l'etre

When the night has come in
Your eyes are running wild
Then I hear you humming
All night long

Yeah the sign I see it
Yeah the times I see it
All I need to know from you
Is all I see

Can you feel the light
The air is wild, open
Oh you see the light,
It's coming through
It's there in the distance
Always offered to me
Always coming over a hill
Yeah the seasons come in
All the nights are woven
All the nights we'll see them through
Ahh no hundred men now
Would dare cut into us
We'll go on and see it through

(Repeat X 3)



48'50" - 63'14" - Micelli fala sobre esportes



63'15" - 66'05" - Sonífera Ilha
Composed By Branco Mello / Marcelo Fromer / Tony Bellotto / Ciro Pessoa / Carlos Barmack
Titãs - Album: Titãs - Release Date: 1984
Label: WEA - http://titas.uol.com.br/
http://youtube.com/watch?v=aU7TaUXrdzQ

Lyrics
Não posso mais viver assim aoseu ladinho
Por isso colo meu ouvido no radinho
De pilha.
Pra te sintonizar
Sozinha numa ilha.
Sonífera ilha
Descansa meus olhos
Sossega minha boca
Me enche de luz



66'06" - 69'30" - Amante Profissional
Composed By Roberto Lly
Herva Doce - Album: Herva Doce - Release Date: 1985
Label: RCA Victor - http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herva_Doce
http://youtube.com/watch?v=acX9lL5_W6I

Lyrics
Alô?
Alô, quem é que tá falando?
É o amante profissional
Como é que você é, hein?...

Moreno alto, bonito e sensual
Talvez eu seja a solução
Do seu problema
Carinhoso, bom nível social...

Inteligente e à disposição
Pr'um relacionamento
Íntimo e discreto
Realize seu sonho sexual...

Prá qualquer tipo de transação
Sem compromisso emocional
Só financeiro
E o endereço prá comunicação
Prá caixa postal
Do amante profissional...

Amor sem preconceito
Sigilo total!
Sexo total!
Amante profissional...(2x)

Moreno alto, bonito e sensual
Talvez eu seja a solução
Do seu problema
Carinhoso, bom nível social...

Inteligente e à disposição
Pr'um relacionamento
Íntimo e discreto
Realize seu sonho sexual...

Prá qualquer tipo de transação
Sem compromisso emocional
Só financeiro
E o endereço prá comunicação
Prá caixa postal
Do amante profissional...

Amor sem preconceito
Sigilo total!
Sexo total!
Amante profissional...(6x)



69'31" - 72'50" - Não me Iluda
Composed By Fábio Fonseca
Cinema a Dois - Compacto Duplo: Não me Iluda - Release Date: 1985
Label: RCA - http://sti.br.inter.net/omi/cinema.htm
No Youtube video

Lyrics
Agora só vou lembrar coisas boas de você,
Não tem a ver, você não sabe nem perder
Tanta empolgação, magoando meu coração
Sua insegurança é feia, maltratando a minha veia, veia.

CORO
Não me iluda vou te esquecer
Você me perturba sem perceber(2x)

Tudo bem, tudo mal, nosso caso é sensacional,
Leve o clima na batida, vai pintar uma ida
Nova York, Rio ou São Paulo pode estar em qualquer lugar
Com prazer de te querer
Com prazer de te querer, querer.

CORO

Não quero desanimar, só você pra me estrelar,
Brilhando a nossa cama quando diz que me ama, ama!

CORO 6x
Não me iluda vou te esquecer
Você me perturba sem perceber



72'51" - 76'42" - Carta aos Missionários
Composed By Marcelo Hayena
Uns e Outros - Album: Uns e Outros - Release Date: 1989
Label: Sony - http://www.unseoutros.com/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQk74o7c11I

Lyrics
MISSIONÁRIOS DE UM MUNDO PAGÃO
PROLIFERANDO ÓDIO E DESTRUIÇÃO
NOS QUATRO CANTOS DA TERRA
A MORTE, A DISCÓRDIA, A GANÂNCIA E A GUERRA
E A GUERRA

MISSIONÁRIOS EM MISSÕES SUICIDAS
CRIANÇAS MATANDO CRIANÇAS INIMIGAS
GENERAIS DE TODAS AS NAÇÕES
FARDAS BONITAS, CONDECORAÇÕES
DOCUMENTAM NA NOSSA HISTÓRIA
O SEU RASTRO SUJO DE SANGUE E GLÓRIA

VINDO DE TODAS AS PARTES E INDO PARA LUGAR ALGUM
ASSIM CAMINHA A RAÇA HUMANA SE DEVORANDO UM A UM
GRITEI PARA O HORIZONTE E ELE NÃO ME RESPONDEU
E ENTÃO FECHEI OS OLHOS
SUA VOZ, ASSIM ME BATEU



76'43" - 83'34" - Micelli fala sobre artes e espetáculos e apresenta o bloco Criador e Criatura



83'35" - 87'11" - Hunting High and Low
Composed By Pål Waaktaar
New Order - Album: Hunting High and Low - Release Date: Jun 1985
Label: Warner Bros. - http://www.a-ha.com/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIn2wiiEoeg

Lyrics
Here I am
And within the reach of my hands
She sounds asleep and she's sweeter now
Than the wildest dream could have seen her
And I Watch her slipping away
Though I know I'll be hunting high and low

High
There's no end to the lengths I'll go to
Hunting high and low
High
There's no end to lengths I'll go

To find her again
Upon this my dreams are depending
Through the dark
I sense the pounding of her heart
Next to mine
She's the sweetest love I could find
So I guess I'll be hunting high and low

High
There's no end to the lengths I'll go to
High and Low
High
Do you know what it means to love you...

I'm hunting high and low
And now she's telling me she's got to
go away
I'll always be hunting high and low
Hungry for you
Watch me tearing myself to pieces
Hunting high and low

High
There's no end to the lengths I'll go to
Oh, for you I'll be hunting high and
low


87'12" - 90'03" - Hunting High and Low
Composed By Pål Waaktaar
Coldplay - Bootleg: Acoustic - Release Date: 2003
Label: N/D - http://www.coldplay.com/index.php
No YouTube video



90'04" - 94'01" - Micelli apresenta o bloco Mini Especial com a banda Ride



Mini-Especial: Ride
All the songs composed By Ride except (a) by Mark Gardener
Label: Sire - http://www.rideox4.net/

94'02" - 98'38" - Drive Blind
Album: Smile - Release Date: Jul 1990
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7Di8XYu3xE

Lyrics
Can't see the lights or the blue orange signs.
Can't see the road or the long white lines.
Feeling the ground through the pedals in the floor.
Feeling death pounding at the door.

Windows all open, chaos in my hair,
Driving me round and leaving me there.
Cover my eyes and we'll die driving blind.
Cover my trail and we'll leave this life behind.
Drive Blind.

All at once, too much light.
Captured and frozen, hear no sound.
Bright flashes penetrate,
Glowing, flowing, lifting off the ground


98'39" - 103'20" - OX4 (a)
Album: Going Blank Again - Release Date: Mar 1992
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQGj2UZ__sQ

Lyrics
Never been so far away
I don't think I want to stay in this room
Anymore
If I crwal across the floor
Then I'd be closer to that door
It's too far

Never been so far away
Just lost the last thought in my head
What happens now?

Some fantasy you've been
Pick up the pieces in my mind
I'm going home


103'21" - 106'16" - Chelsea Girl
Album: Smile - Release Date: Jul 1990
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Fytjon5e8s

Lyrics
Take me for a ride away from places I have known,
If I stay around I'll just remember I'm alone
There's someone in my memory making me move on,
What was grey and hazy is black and white Now I
have gone

Drive me up to London now, it's got too dark to
[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/Gd1J ]
see, My waiting is over, there's no visitor for
me. Never let me talk to you, destroy the frozen
past, It's a different time now, things are moving
much too fast.

Float by today, not it's turning to grey, Raining
my doubts let my thoughts slip away. You must have
something and what it is I don't know, You must
have something 'cause I can't let you go.


106'17" - 110'28" - Vapour Trail
Album: Nowhere - Release Date: Oct 15, 1990
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIC3fhM9Sq0

Lyrics
First you look so strong,
Then you fade away.
The sun will blind my eyes,
I love you anyway.
First you form a smile,
I watch you for a while.
You are a vapour trail,
In a deep blue sky.

Tremble with a sigh,
Glitter in your eye.
You seem to come and go,
I never seem to know.
And all my time,
is yours as much as mine.
We never have enough,
Time to show our love.



110'29" - 115'19" - Micelli encerra o programa



115'20" - 123'47" - One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer
Composed By John Lee Hooker
George Thorogood & the Destroyers - Album: George Thorogood & the Destroyers - Release Date: 1977
Label: Rounder - http://www.georgethorogood.com/
http://youtube.com/watch?v=xUOeWM6t3wY

Lyrics
Wanna tell you a story,
about the house-man blues
I come home one Friday,
had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said that don't confront me,
long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent,
and out the door I went

So I goes to the landlady,
I said, "You let me slide?"
I'll have the rent for you in a month.
next I don't know
So said let me slide it on you know people,
I notice when I come home in the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me,
but for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy,
I come home one particular evening
The landlady said, "You got the rent money yet?",
I said, "No, can't find no job"
Therefore I ain't got no money to pay the rent
She said "I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job"
Said "I seen you today you was standin' on a corner,
leaning up against a post"
I said "But I'm tired, I've been walkin' all day"
She said "That don't confront me,
long as I get my money next Friday"
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent,
and out the door I went

So I go down the streets,
down to my good friend's house
I said "Look man I'm outdoors you know,
can I stay with you maybe a couple days?"
He said "Let me go and ask my wife"
He come out of the house,
I could see it in his face
I know that was no
He said "I don't know man, ah she kinda funny, you know"
I said "I know, everybody funny, now you funny too"
So I go back home
I tell the landlady I got a job, I'm gonna pay the rent
She said "Yeah?" I said "Oh yeah"
And then she was so nice,
loh' she was lovy-dovy
So I go in my room, pack up my things and I go,
I slip on out the back door and down the streets I go
She a-howlin' about the front rent, she'll be lucky to get any back rent,
she ain't gonna get none of it
So I stop in the local bar you know people,
I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender
Said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want?

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when,
I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin
Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose,
need me a triple shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

But I'm sitting now at the bar,
I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow
I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer
Looked down the bar, here come the bartender
I said "Look man, come down here"
So what you want?

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last,
gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed
Gonna get high man I ain't had enough,
need me a triple shot of that stuff
Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here,
I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

Now by this time I'm plenty high,
you know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high
Looked down the bar I say to my bartender
I said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said "Look man, a-what time is it?"
He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for alcohol, so what you need?"

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week,
gotta get drunk man till I can't even speak
Gonna get high man listen to me,
one drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three
I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear,
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

quarta-feira, dezembro 31, 2008

MicellIpodcast nº 17 - 11/10/2006

Produção e Apresentação: Sylvio Micelli
Transmissão pelo
http://micelli.spaces.live.com

Retransmissão pela Rádio Torpedo
Diretor: Maurício Filho
http://www.radiotorpedo.com.br

Apoio: Portal ServidorPúblico.Net
http://www.servidorpublico.net


0 - 6'54" - Abertura do programa

Micelli fala sobre os 25 anos da MTV America e dos 16 anos da MTV Brasil

BG - Video Killed the Radio Star
Composed By Geoffrey Downes/Trevor Horn/Bruce Woolley
The Buggles - Album: The Age of Plastic - Release Date: 1980
Label: Island -
http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/buggles/artist.jhtml

Lyrics
I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you.
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.

Oh-a oh

They took the credit for your second symphony.
Rewritten by machine and new technology,
and now I understand the problems you can see.

Oh-a oh

I met your children
Oh-a oh

What did you tell them?
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.

Pictures came and broke your heart.
Oh-a-a-a oh

And now we meet in an abandoned studio.
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago.
And you remember the jingles used to go.

Oh-a oh

You were the first one.
Oh-a oh

You were the last one.

Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far
Oh-a-aho oh,
Oh-a-aho oh

Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.

In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far.
Pictures came and broke your heart, put the blame on VTR.

You are a radio star.
You are a radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.

Video killed the radio star. (You are a radio star.)


6'55" - 14'48" - Money for Nothing
Composed By Mark Knopfler/Sting
Dire Straits - Album: Brothers in Arms - Release Date: May 1985
Label: Warner Bros. -
http://www.mark-knopfler.co.uk/
Sting Official Website: http://www.sting.com/home.php

Lyrics
I wanna my MTV

Now look at them yo-yos thats the way you do it
You play the guitar on the mtv
That aint workin thats the way you do it
Money for nothin and chicks for free
Now that aint workin thats the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys aint dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour tvs

See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy thats his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot hes a millionaire

We gotta install microwave ovesns
Custom kitchens deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour tvs

I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it stickin in the camera
Man we could have some fun
And hes up there, whats that? hawaiian noises?
Bangin on the bongoes like a chimpanzee
That aint workin thats the way you do it
Get your money for nothin get your chicks for free

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour tvs, lord

Now that aint workin thats the way you do it
You play the guitar on the mtv
That aint workin thats the way you do it
Money for nothin and your chicks for free
Money for nothin and chicks for free

I wanna my MTV


14'49" - 19'27" - Sledgehammer
Composed By Peter Gabriel
Peter Gabriel - Album: So - Release Date: 1986
Label: Geffen -
http://www.petergabriel.com/

Lyrics
You could have a steam train
If youd just lay down your tracks
You could have an aeroplane flying
If you bring your blue sky back

All you do is call me
Ill be anything you need

You could have a big dipper
Going up and down, all around the bends
You could have a bumper car, bumping
This amusement never ends

I want to be your sledgehammer
Why dont you call my name
Oh let me be your sledgehammer
This will be my testimony
Show me round your fruitcage
cos I will be your honey bee
Open up your fruitcage
Where the fruit is as sweet as can be

I want to be your sledgehammer
Why dont you call my name
Youd better call the sledgehammer
Put your mind at rest
Im going to be-the sledgehammer
This can be my testimony
Im your sledgehammer
Let there be no doubt about it

Sledge sledge sledgehammer

Ive kicked the habit
Shed my skin
This is the new stuff
I go dancing in, we go dancing in
Oh wont you show for me
And I will show for you
Show for me, I will show for you
Yea, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I do mean you
Only you
Youve been coming through
Going to build that power
Build, build up that power, hey
Ive been feeding the rhythm
Ive been feeding the rhythm
Going to feel that power, build in you
Come on, come on, help me do
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you
Ive been feeding the rhythm
Ive been feeding the rhythm
Its what were doing, doing
All day and night


19'28" - 22'59" - Take on Me
Composed By Magne 'Mags' Furuholmen/Morten Harket/Pål Waaktaar
A-Ha - Album: Hunting High and Low - Release Date: Jun 1985
Label: Warner Bros. -
http://www.a-ha.ppg.br/

Lyrics
Talking away
I don't know what I'm to say
I'll say it anyway
today's another day to find you
Shying away
I'll be coming for you love O.K.

Take on me
Take me on
I'll be gone
in a day or two

So needless to say I'm odds and ends
But that's me, stumbling away
Slowly learning that life is O.K.
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry.

Take on me
Take me on
I'll be gone
in a day or two.

The things that you say
Is it live or just to play
My worries away
You're all the things I've got to remember
You shying away
I'll be coming for you anyway

Take on me
Take me on
I'll be gone
in a day or two

ad lib to end


23'00" - 28'49" - Thriller
Composed By Rod Temperton
Michael Jackson - Album: Thriller - Release Date: 1982
Label: Epic -
http://www.michaeljackson.com/

Lyrics
1st verse
Its close to midnight and something evils lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
Youre paralyzed

Chorus
cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no ones gonna save you from the beast about strike
You know its thriller, thriller night
Youre fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

2nd verse
You hear the door slam and realize theres nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if youll ever see the sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination
But all the while you hear the creature creepin up behind
Youre out of time

Chorus
cause this is thriller, thriller night
There aint no second chance against the thing with forty eyes
You know its thriller, thriller night
Youre fighting for your life inside of killer, thriller tonight

Bridge
Night creatures call
And the dead start to walk in their masquerade
Theres no escapin the jaws of the alien this time
(theyre open wide)
This is the end of your life

3rd verse
Theyre out to get you, theres demons closing in on every side
They will possess you unless you change the number on your dial
Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together
All thru the night Ill save you from the terror on the screen,
Ill make you see
Chorus
That this is thriller, thriller night
cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare to try
Girl, this is thriller, thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller
Thriller here tonight

(rap performed by vincent price)
Darkness falls across the land
The midnite hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize yawls neighbourhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpses shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzy ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller

(into maniacal laugh, in deep echo)


28'50" - 42'21" - Micelli comenta sobre política e fala sobre o resultado das eleições e os próximos shows


42'22" - 46'13" - Groove Is in the Heart
Composed By Deee-Lite
Deee-Lite - Album: World Clique - Release Date: Aug 1990
Label: Elektra -
http://www.haktanir.org/deee-lite/

Lyrics
You’re going to dance
You’re going to dance
You’re going to dance
And have some fun

Dig

The chills that you spill
Up my back keep me filled
With satisfaction when we’re done
Satisfaction of what’s to come
I couldn’t ask for another (I-I-I-I)
No, I couldn’t ask for another (that’s right)
Your groove I do deeply dig
No walls only the bridge
My supper dish
My succotash wish (sing it baby)
I couldn’t ask for another (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(I-I-I-I) No, I couldn’t ask for another

Groove is in the hea-a-a-art
Groove is in the hea-a-a-art
Groove is in the hea-a-a-art (astronomical)
Groove is in the hea-a-a-art (hit me!)

Watch out!

The depth of hula groove
Moves us to the tenth hoop
We’re going through too
Horten hears a who-o-o
I couldn’t ask for another (I-I-I-I)
No, I couldn’t ask for another
DJ Soul (Soul!) was on a roll
I’ve been told he can’t be sold
He’s not vicious or malicious
Just dee-lovely and delicious
I couldn’t ask for another

Someone’s in this torso (yeah)
Hot! Gotta deal you wanna know (wanna know)
Dee-Liteful truly Dee-Liteful (liteful)
Makin’ it doin’ it 'specially at show (show)
Feeling kinda high like a Hendrix haze (haze)
Music makes motion moves like a maze (maze)
All inside of me (side)
Heart especially (yeah)
Help of the rhythm where I wanna be (c’mon)
Flowin’ glowin’ with electric eyes (ha)
You dip to the dive baby you’ll realize (yeah)
Baby you’ll see the funky side of me
Baby you’ll see that rhythm is the key (hmm!)
Get get ready with it (with it)
Can’t can’t quit it (quit it)
Stomp on the stoop when I hear a funk loop (loop)
Playing Pied Piper
Follow what’s true
Baby just sing about the groove (sing it)

Groove is in the hea-a-a-art
Groove is in the hea-a-a-art
Groove is in the hea-a-a-art
Groove is in the hea-a-a-art

Blow them horns, oh lord

Groove is in the heart
1-2-3 brrrrr

Groove is in the hea-a-a-art (yeah)
Groove is in the hea-a-a-art
Groove is in the hea-a-a-art
Groove is in the hea-a-a-art

(laughs) C’mon, ya’ll are…(laughs) ya’ll are crazy, man


46'14" - 50'59" - Epic
Composed By Faith No More
Faith No More - Album: The Real Thing - Release Date: Jun 1989
Label: Slash -
http://www.fnm.com/

Lyrics
Can you feel it, see it, hear it today?
If you cant, then it doesnt matter anyway
You will never understand it cuz it happens too fast
And it feels so good, its like walking on glass
Its so cool, its so hip, its alright
Its so groovy, its outta sight
You can touch it, smell it, taste it so sweet
But it makes no difference cuz it knocks you off your feet
You want it all but you cant have it
Its cryin, bleedin, lying on the floor
So you lay down on it and you do it some more
Youve got to share it, so you dare it
Then you bare it and you tear it
You want it all but you cant have it
Its in your face but you cant grab it
Its alive, afraid, a lie, a sin
Its magic, its tragic, its a loss, its a win
Its dark, its moist, its a bitter pain
Its sad it happened and its a shame
You want it all but you cant have it
Its in your face but you cant grab it
What is it?
Its it
What is it? ...


51'00" - 54'01" - Right Here, Right Now
Composed By Mike Edwards
Jesus Jones - Album: Doubt - Release Date: 1991
Label: SBK -
http://www.jesusjones.com/

Lyrics
A woman on the radio talks about revolution
when it's already passed her by
but Bob Dylan didn't have this to sing about
you know it feels good to be alive

I was alive and I waited waited
I was alive and I waited for this
Right here, right now, there is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now, watching the world wake up from history

I saw the decade in, when it seemed
the world could change at the blink of an eye
And if anything
then there's your sign of the times

I was alive and I waited waited
I was alive and I waited for this
Right here, right now

I was alive and I waited waited
I was alive and I waited for this
Right here, right now, there is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now, watching the world wake up from history

Right here, right now, there is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now, watching the world wake up from history

Right here, right now, there is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now, watching the world wake up


54'02" - 59'52" - Sweet Child O' Mine
Composed By Guns N' Roses
Guns N' Roses - Album: Appetite for Destruction - Release Date: 1987
Label: Geffen -
http://www.gnronline.com/

Lyrics
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky

Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Oh, oh, oh ...sweet child o' mine
Oh, oh, oh, oh ...sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain

Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Oh, oh, oh... Sweet child o' mine
Oh, oh, oh, oh ... Sweet love of mine
Oh, oh, oh... Sweet child o' mine
Oh, oh, oh, oh ... Sweet love of mine

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine


59'53" - 70'17" - Micelli fala sobre esportes e mais da MTV Brasil


70'18" - 74'29" - Déjà Vu
Composed By Pitty / Peu Rosa
Pitty - Album: Anacrônico - Release Date: 2005
Label: Deckdisc -
http://www.pitty.com.br/

Lyrics
Nenhuma verdade me machuca
Nenhum motivo me corrói
Até se eu ficar
Só na vontade, já não dói
Nenhuma doutrina me convence
Nenhuma resposta me satisfaz
Nem mesmo o tédio me surpreende mais

Mas eu sinto que eu tô viva
A cada banho de chuva
Que chega molhando o meu corpo nu

Nenhum sofrimento me comove
Nenhum programa me distrai
Eu ouvi promessas e isso não me atrai

E não há razão que me governe
Nenhuma lei pra me guiar
Eu tô exatamente aonde eu queria estar

Mas eu sinto que eu tô viva
A cada banho de chuva
Que chega molhando o meu corpo nu

A minha alma nem me lembro mais
Em que esquina se perdeu
Ou em que mundo se enfiou

Mas já faz algum tempo
Já faz algum tempo
Já faz algum tempo
Faz algum tempo

A minha alma nem me lembro mais
Em que esquina se perdeu
Ou em que mundo se enfiou

Mas eu não tenho pressa
Já não tenho pressa
Eu não tenho pressa
Não tenho pressa


74'30" - 78'03" - Qual É?
Composed By Marcelo D2
Marcelo D2 - Album: À Procura da Batida Perfeita - Release Date: 2003
Label: Sony-BMG -
http://www.marcelod2.com.br/

Lyrics
Ih, eu tenho algo a dizer
explicar pra você
Mas não garanto porém que engraçado eu serei dessa vez
Para os parceiros daqui
Para os parceiros de lá
Se você se porta como um homem um homem
Será que você mantém a conduta
Será que segue firme e forte na luta
Aonde os caminhos da vida vão te levar
Se você aguenta ou não
O que será será
Mas sem esse caô de que tá ruim, não dá
Isso eu já vi, vivi, venci
Deixa pra lá
Tá ruim pra você, também tá ruim pra mim
Tá ruim pra todo mundo o jogo é assim
Sem sorte no jogo, feliz no amor
Quem nasceu pra malandragem não quer ser doutor
Há 500 anos essa banca manda a vera
Abaixou a cabeça já era

Então diz
Essa onda que tu tira qual é?
Essa marra que tu tem qual é?
Tira onda com ninguém qual é? Qual é neguinho? Qual é?

Então vem, devagar no miudinho
Então vem, chega devagar no sapatinho
Malandro que sou não vou vacilar
Sou o que sou e ninguém vai me mudar
Porque eu tenho um escudo contra o vacilão
Papel e caneta e um beck na minha mão
E é isso é que é preciso
Coragem e humildade
Atitude certa na hora da verdade
E o que você precisa para evoluir
Me diz o que você precisa pra sair daí
O samba é o som e o Brasil é o lugar
O incomodado que se mude, eu to aqui pra incomodar
Ô de que lado você samba? você samba de que lado?
Na hora que o côro come é melhor ta preparado
E lembrando do Chico comecei a pensar, que eu me organizando posso desorganizar

Essa onda que tu tira qual é?
Essa marra que tu tem qual é?
Tira onda com ninguém qual é? Qual é neguinho? Qual é?
Me diz
Essa onda que tu tira qual é?
Essa marra que tu tem qual é?
Tira onda com ninguém qual é? Qual é neguinho? Qual é?

Amar como ama um black, brother
Falar como fala um black, brother
Andar como anda um black, brother
Usar sempre o complemento black, brother

Quantas vezes já cheguei no fim da festa
Quantas vezes o bagaço da laranja é o que resta
Não me dou por vencido, vejo a luz no fim do túnel
A corrente tá cerrada, como meus punhos
Vai dizer que você é um perdedor?
Daqueles que quando sua família precisa c dá no pé?
Vai dizer que você prefere o ódio ou amor?
Então me diz neguinho...Qual é?

Essa onda que tu tira qual é?
Essa marra que tu tem qual é?
Tira onda com ninguém qual é? Qual é neguinho? Qual é?
Essa onda que tu tira qual é?
Essa marra que tu tem qual é?
Tira onda com ninguém qual é? Qual é neguinho? Qual é?
Qual é? Qual é? Qual é? Qual é neguinho? Qual é?


78'04" - 82'17" - A Minha Alma
Composed By Marcelo Yuka
O Rappa - Album: Lado A Lado B - Release Date: 1999
Label: Warner -
http://www.orappa.com/

Lyrics
A minha alma tá armada e apontada para cara do sossego
Pois paz sem voz
Paz sem voz não é paz
É medo
Às vezes eu falo com a vida
Às vezes é ela quem diz
Qual a paz que eu não quero conservar pra tentar ser feliz
Às vezes eu falo com a vida
Às vezes é ela quem diz
Qual a paz que eu não quero conservar pra tentar ser feliz

A minha alma tá armada e apontada para cara do sôssego
Pois paz sem voz
Paz sem voz não é paz
É medo
Às vezes eu falo com a vida
Às vezes é ela quem diz
Qual a paz que eu não quero conservar pra tentar ser feliz
Às vezes eu falo com a vida
Às vezes é ela quem diz
Qual a paz que eu não quero conservar pra tentar ser feliz

As grades do condominio são pra trazer proteção
Mas também trazem a dúvida se não é você que ta nessa prisão.
Me abrace
E me de um beijo
Faça um filho comigo
Mas não me deixe sentar na poltrona num dia de domingo, domingo Procurando novas drogas de aluguel neste video coagido
É pela paz que eu não quero seguir admitindo
(2x)


82'18" - 90'14" - Diário De Um Detento
Composed By Jocenir - Brown
Racionais MC´s - Album: Sobrevivendo no Inferno - Release Date: 1998
Label: Cosa Nostra -
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Agora/4383/

Lyrics
"São Paulo, dia 1º de outubro de 1992, 8h da manhã.
Aqui estou, mais um dia.
Sob o olhar sanguinário do vigia.
Você não sabe como é caminhar com a cabeça na mira de
uma HK.
Metralhadora alemã ou de Israel.
Estraçalha ladrão que nem papel.
Na muralha, em pé, mais um cidadão José.
Servindo o Estado, um PM bom.
Passa fome, metido a Charles Bronson.
Ele sabe o que eu desejo.
Sabe o que eu penso.
O dia tá chuvoso. O clima tá tenso.
Vários tentaram fugir, eu também quero.
Mas de um a cem, a minha chance é zero.
Será que Deus ouviu minha oração?
Será que o juiz aceitou a apelação?
Mando um recado lá pro meu irmão:
Se tiver usando droga, tá ruim na minha mão.
Ele ainda tá com aquela mina.
Pode crer, moleque é gente fina.
Tirei um dia a menos ou um dia a mais, sei lá...
Tanto faz, os dias são iguais.
Acendo um cigarro, vejo o dia passar.
Mato o tempo pra ele não me matar.
Homem é homem, mulher é mulher.
Estuprador é diferente, né?
Toma soco toda hora, ajoelha e beija os pés,
e sangra até morrer na rua 10.
Cada detento uma mãe, uma crença.
Cada crime uma sentença.
Cada sentença um motivo, uma história de lágrima,
sangue, vidas e glórias, abandono, miséria, ódio,
sofrimento, desprezo, desilusão, ação do tempo.
Misture bem essa química.
Pronto: eis um novo detento
Lamentos no corredor, na cela, no pátio.
Ao redor do campo, em todos os cantos.
Mas eu conheço o sistema, meu irmão, hã...
Aqui não tem santo.
Rátátátá... preciso evitar
que um safado faça minha mãe chorar.
Minha palavra de honra me protege
pra viver no país das calças bege.
Tic, tac, ainda é 9h40.
O relógio da cadeia anda em câmera lenta.
Ratatatá, mais um metrô vai passar.
Com gente de bem, apressada, católica.
Lendo jornal, satisfeita, hipócrita.
Com raiva por dentro, a caminho do Centro.
Olhando pra cá, curiosos, é lógico.
Não, não é não, não é o zoológico
Minha vida não tem tanto valor
quanto seu celular, seu computador.
Hoje, tá difícil, não saiu o sol.
Hoje não tem visita, não tem futebol.
Alguns companheiros têm a mente mais fraca.
Não suportam o tédio, arruma quiaca.
Graças a Deus e à Virgem Maria.
Faltam só um ano, três meses e uns dias.
Tem uma cela lá em cima fechada.
Desde terça-feira ninguém abre pra nada.
Só o cheiro de morte e Pinho Sol.
Um preso se enforcou com o lençol.
Qual que foi? Quem sabe? Não conta.
Ia tirar mais uns seis de ponta a ponta (...)
Nada deixa um homem mais doente
que o abandono dos parentes.
Aí moleque, me diz: então, cê qué o quê?
A vaga tá lá esperando você.
Pega todos seus artigos importados.
Seu currículo no crime e limpa o rabo.
A vida bandida é sem futuro.
Sua cara fica branca desse lado do muro.
Já ouviu falar de Lucífer?
Que veio do Inferno com moral.
Um dia... no Carandiru, não... ele é só mais um.
Comendo rango azedo com pneumonia...
Aqui tem mano de Osasco, do Jardim D'Abril, Parelheiros,
Mogi, Jardim Brasil, Bela Vista, Jardim Angela,
Heliópolis, Itapevi, Paraisópolis.
Ladrão sangue bom tem moral na quebrada.
Mas pro Estado é só um número, mais nada.
Nove pavilhões, sete mil homens.
Que custam trezentos reais por mês, cada.
Na última visita, o neguinho veio aí.
Trouxe umas frutas, Marlboro, Free...
Ligou que um pilantra lá da área voltou.
Com Kadett vermelho, placa de Salvador.
Pagando de gatão, ele xinga, ele abusa
com uma nove milímetros embaixo da blusa.
Brown: "Aí neguinho, vem cá, e os manos onde é que tá?
Lembra desse cururu que tentou me matar?"
Blue: "Aquele puta ganso, pilantra corno manso.
Ficava muito doido e deixava a mina só.
A mina era virgem e ainda era menor.
Agora faz chupeta em troca de pó!"
Brown: "Esses papos me incomoda.
Se eu tô na rua é foda..."
Blue: "É, o mundo roda, ele pode vir pra cá."
Brown: "Não, já, já, meu processo tá aí.
Eu quero mudar, eu quero sair.
Se eu trombo esse fulano, não tem pá, não tem pum.
E eu vou ter que assinar um cento e vinte e um."
Amanheceu com sol, dois de outubro.
Tudo funcionando, limpeza, jumbo.
De madrugada eu senti um calafrio.
Não era do vento, não era do frio.
Acertos de conta tem quase todo dia.
Ia ter outra logo mais, eu sabia.
Lealdade é o que todo preso tenta.
Conseguir a paz, de forma violenta.
Se um salafrário sacanear alguém,
leva ponto na cara igual Frankestein
Fumaça na janela, tem fogo na cela.
Fudeu, foi além, se pã!, tem refém.
Na maioria, se deixou envolver
por uns cinco ou seis que não têm nada a perder.
Dois ladrões considerados passaram a discutir.
Mas não imaginavam o que estaria por vir.
Traficantes, homicidas, estelionatários.
Uma maioria de moleque primário.
Era a brecha que o sistema queria.
Avise o IML, chegou o grande dia.
Depende do sim ou não de um só homem.
Que prefere ser neutro pelo telefone.
Ratatatá, caviar e champanhe.
Fleury foi almoçar, que se foda a minha mãe!
Cachorros assassinos, gás lacrimogêneo...
quem mata mais ladrão ganha medalha de prêmio!
O ser humano é descartável no Brasil.
Como modess usado ou bombril.
Cadeia? Claro que o sistema não quis.
Esconde o que a novela não diz.
Ratatatá! sangue jorra como água.
Do ouvido, da boca e nariz.
O Senhor é meu pastor...
perdoe o que seu filho fez.
Morreu de bruços no salmo 23,
sem padre, sem repórter.
sem arma, sem socorro.
Vai pegar HIV na boca do cachorro.
Cadáveres no poço, no pátio interno.
Adolf Hitler sorri no inferno!
O Robocop do governo é frio, não sente pena.
Só ódio e ri como a hiena.
Ratatatá, Fleury e sua gangue
vão nadar numa piscina de sangue.
Mas quem vai acreditar no meu depoimento?
Dia 3 de outubro, diário de um detento."


90'15" - 94'49" - Micelli encerra o programa com homenagem a Renato Russo


94'50" - 103'56" - Faroeste Cabloco
Composed By Renato Russo
Legião Urbana - Album: Que País é Este - Release Date: 1987
Label: EMI-Odeon -
http://www.legiaourbana.com.br/legiao-urbana/

Lyrics
Não tinha medo o tal João de Santo Cristo
Era o que todos diziam quando ele se perdeu
Deixou pra trás todo o marasmo da fazenda
Só pra sentir no seu sangue o ódio que Jesus lhe deu
Quando criança só pensava em ser bandido
Ainda mais quando com tiro de soldado o pai morreu
Era o terror da sertania onde morava
E na escola até o professor com ele aprendeu
Ia pra igreja só prá roubar o dinheiro
Que as velhinhas colocavam na caixinha do altar
Sentia mesmo que era mesmo diferente
Sentia que aquilo ali não era o seu lugar
Ele queria sair para ver o mar
E as coisas que ele via na televisão
Juntou dinheiro para poder viajar
E de escolha própria escolheu a solidão
Comia todas as menininhas da cidade
De tanto brincar de médico aos doze era professor
Aos quinze foi mandado pro reformatório
Onde aumentou seu ódio diante de tanto terror
Não entendia como a vida funcionava
Descriminação por causa da sua classe e sua cor
Ficou cansado de tentar achar resposta
E comprou uma passagem foi direto a Salvador
E lá chegando foi tomar um cafezinho
E encontrou um boiadeiro com quem foi falar
E o boiadeiro tinha uma passagem
Ia perder a viagem mas João foi lhe salvar:
Dizia ele - Estou indo pra Brasília
Nesse país lugar melhor não há
Tô precisando visitar a minha filha
Eu fico aqui e você vai no meu lugar
E João aceitou sua proposta
E num ônibus entrou no Planalto Central
Ele ficou bestificado com a cidade
Saindo da rodoviária viu as luzes de natal
- Meu Deus mas que cidade linda!
No Ano Novo eu começo a trabalhar
Cortar madeira aprendiz de carpinteiro
Ganhava mais de cem mil por mês em Taguatinga
Na sexta feira ia pra zona da cidade
Gastar todo o seu dinheiro de rapaz trabalhador
E conhecia muita gente interessante
Até um neto bastardo do seu bisavô
Um peruano que vivia na Bolívia
E muitas coisas trazia de lá
Seu nome era Pablo e ele dizia
Que um negócio ele ia começar
E Santo Cristo até a noite trabalhava
Mas o dinheiro não dava pra ele se alimentar
E ouvia às sete horas o noticiário
Que sempre dizia que o seu ministro ia ajudar
Mas ele não queria mais conversa
E decidiu que como Pablo ele ia se virar
Elaborou mais uma vez seu plano santo
E sem ser crucificado a plantação foi começar
Logo, logo os maluco da cidade
Souberam da novidade
- Tem bagulho bom ai!
E João de Santo Cristo ficou rico
E acabou com todos os traficantes dali
Fez amigos, freqüentava a Asa Norte
Ia prá festa de Rock prá se libertar
Mas de repente
Sob uma má influência dos boyzinho da cidade
Começou a roubar
Já no primeiro roubo ele dançou
E pro inferno ele foi pela primeira vez
Violência e estupro no seu corpo
- Vocês vão ver, eu vou pegar vocês!
Agora Santo Cristo era bandido
Destemido e temido no Distrito Federal
Não tinha nenhum medo de polícia
Capitão ou traficante de Playboy ou general
Foi quando conheceu uma menina
E de todos os seus pecados ele se arrependeu
Maria Lúcia era uma menina linda
E o coração dele prá ela o Santo Cristo prometeu
Ele dizia que queria se casar
E carpinteiro ele voltou a ser
- Maria Lúcia eu pra sempre vou te amar
E um filho com você eu quero ter
O tempo passa
E um dia vem na porta um senhor de alta classe com dinheiro na mão
E ele faz uma proposta indegorosa
E diz que espera uma resposta, uma resposta do João
- Não boto bomba em banca de jornal
E nem em colégio de criança
Isso eu não faço não
E não protejo general de dez estrelas
Que fica atrás da mesa com o cú na mão
E é melhor o senhor sair da minha casa
Nunca brinque com um peixe de ascendente escorpião
Mas antes de sair, com ódio no olhar
O velho disse:
- Você perdeu a sua vida, meu irmão!
- Você perdeu a sua vida, meu irmão!
- Você perdeu a sua vida, meu irmão!
Essas palavras vão entrar no coração!
- Eu vou sofrer as conseqüências como um cão.
Não é que o Santo Cristo estava certo
Seu futuro era incerto
E ele não foi trabalhar
Se embebedou e no meio da bebedeira
Descobriu que tinha outro trabalhando em seu lugar
Falou com Pablo que queria um parceiro

Também tinha dinheiro e queria se armar
Pablo trazia o contrabando da Bolívia
E Santo Cristo revendia em Planaltina
Mas acontece que um tal de Jeremias
Traficante de renome apareceu por lá
Ficou sabendo dos planos de Santo Cristo
E decidiu que com João ele ia acabar.
Mas Pablo trouxe uma Winchester 22
E Santo Cristo já sabia atirar
E decidiu usar a arma só depois
Que Jeremias começasse a brigar
Jeremias maconheiro sem vergonha
Organizou a Roconha e fez todo mundo dançar
Desvirginava mocinhas inocentes
E dizia que era crente mas não sabia rezar
E Santo Cristo há muito não ia pra casa
E a saudade começou a apertar
- Eu vou me embora, eu vou ver Maria Lúcia
Já tá em tempo de a gente se casar
Chegando em casa então ele chorou
E pro inferno ele foi pela segunda vez
Com Maria Lúcia Jeremias se casou
E um filho nela ele fez
Santo Cristo era só ódio pro dentro
E então o Jeremias prum duelo ele chamou
- Amanhã, as duas horas na Ceilândia
Em frente ao lote 14 que é pra lá que eu vou
E você pode escolher as suas armas
Que eu acabo com você, seu porco traidor
E mato também Maria Lúcia
Aquela menina falsa pra quem jurei o meu amor
E Santo Cristo não sabia o que fazer
Quando viu o repórter da televisão
Que deu notícia do duelo na TV
Dizendo a hora o local e a razão
No sábado, então as duas horas
Todo o povo sem demora
Foi lá só pra assistir
Um homem que atirava pelas costas
E acertou o Santo Cristo
Começou a sorrir
Sentindo o sangue na garganta
João olhou pras bandeirinhas
E o povo a aplaudir
E olhou pro sorveteiro
E pras câmeras e agentes da TV que filmava tudo ali
E se lembrou de quando era uma criança
E de tudo o que viveu até ali
E decidiu entrar de vez naquela dança
- Se via-cruis virou circo, estou aqui.
E nisso o sol cegou seus olhos
E então Maria Lúcia ele reconheceu
Ela trazia a Winchester 22
A arma que seu primo Pablo lhe deu
- Jeremias, eu sou homem. Coisa que você não é
E não atiro pelas costas, não.
Olha pra cá filha da puta sem vergonha
Dá uma olhada no meu sangue
E vem sentir o teu perdão
E Santo Cristo com a Winchester 22
Deu cinco tiros no bandido traidor
Maria Lúcia se arrependeu depois
E morreu junto com João, seu protetor
O povo declarava que João de Santo Cristo
Era santo porque sabia morrer
E a alta burguesia da cidade não acreditou na história
Que eles viram da TV
E João não conseguiu o que queria
Quando veio pra Brasília com o diabo ter
Ele queria era falar com o presidente
Pra ajudar toda essa gente que só faz
Sofrer...