MicellIpodcast nº 19 - 10/01/2007

Produção e Apresentação: Sylvio Micelli
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0 - 5'01" - Abertura do programa

Micelli fala sobre o Ano Novo e faz a introdução do programa

BG - Mofo
Composed By Bono/The Edge/U2
U2 - Album: Pop - Release Date: Mar 1997
Label: Island - www.u2.com/

Lyrics
Looking for to save my save my soul
Looking in the places where no flowers grow
Looking for to fill that God shaped hole
Mother... mother sucking rock and roll, mother...

Holy dunc, spacejunk coming in for the splash
(Been around back... been around front)
Wh-wh-white dopes on punk s-staring into the flash
(Been around back... been around front)
Looking for the baby Jesus under the trash
(Been around back... been around front)

Mother... mother sucking rock and roll, mother...
Bubble popping, to the rock and... rock and... rock and roll, mother...

Mother... mother... mother...
Mother... mother... mother...

Mother... am I still your son
You know I've waited for so long to hear you say so
Mother... you left and made me someone
Now I'm still a child, no one tells me no

Looking for a sound that's going drown out the world
(Been around back... been around front)
Looking for the father of my two little girls
(Been around back... been around front)
Got the swing, got the sway, got my straw in lemonade
(Been around back... been around front)
Still looking for the face I had before the world was made
(Been around back... been around front)

Mother... mother sucking rock and roll, mother...
Hopping popping shopping dropping, it's rock and roll, mother...
Mother... mother suck, yeah, fuck yeah, mother...

Mother... mother... mother...
Mother... mother... mother...

Soothe me mother
Rule me father
Fool me brother
Woo me sister
Soothe me mother
Rule me father
Show me mother
Show me mother
Show me mother
Show me mother
Show me mother

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5'02" - 7'22" - Jailhouse Rock
Composed By Jerry Leiber/Mike Stoller
Elvis Presley - Album: Jailhouse Rock - Release Date: Nov 1957
Label: RCA - www.elvis.com/

Lyrics
The warden threw a party in the county jail.
The prison band was there and they began to wail.
The band was jumpin and the joint began to swing.
You shouldve heard those knocked out jailbirds sing.
Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin to the jailhouse rock.

Spider murphy played the tenor saxophone,
Little joe was blowin on the slide trombone.
The drummer boy from illinois went crash, boom, bang,
The whole rhythm section was the purple gang.
Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin to the jailhouse rock.

Number forty-seven said to number three:
Youre the cutest jailbird I ever did see.
I sure would be delighted with your company,
Come on and do the jailhouse rock with me.
Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin to the jailhouse rock.

The sad sack was a sittin on a block of stone
Way over in the corner weepin all alone.
The warden said, hey, buddy, dont you be no square.
If you cant find a partner use a wooden chair.
Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin to the jailhouse rock.

Shifty henry said to bugs, for heavens sake,
No ones lookin, nows our chance to make a break.
Bugsy turned to shifty and he said, nix nix,
I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks.
Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin to the jailhouse rock.

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7'23" - 14'25" - Light My Fire
Composed By John Densmore/The Doors/Robbie Krieger/Ray Manzarek/Jim Morrison
The Doors - Album: The Doors - Release Date: Jan 1967
Label: Elektra - http://www.thedoors.com/

Lyrics
You know that it would be untrue
You know that i would be a liar
If i was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire

Time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire

Aouh, come on!
Come on, babe!

Yeah! come on!
Come on!

Woaouh! yeah!

It was the greatest night of my life.
Although i still had not found a wife
I had my friends
Right there beside me.
We were close together.
We tripped the wall, we scaled the graveyard
Ancient shapes were all around us.
The wet dew felt fresh beside the fog.
Two made love in an ancient spot
One chased a rabbit into the dark
A girl got drunk and balled the dead
And i gave empty sermons to my head.
Cemetary, cool and quiet
Hate to leave your sacred lay
Dread the milky coming of the day.

Ah, ah, ah, ah!
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aaah!

Time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire

Know that it would be untrue
You know that i would be a liar
If i was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire!

All right, all right!
All right!

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14'26" - 17'54" - Anarchy in the U.K.
Composed By Paul Cook/Steve Jones/Glen Matlock/Johnny Rotten
Sex Pistols - Album: Never Mind the Bollocks Here's the Sex Pistols - Release Date: Oct 1977
Label: Warner Bros. - http://www.sex-pistols.net/

Lyrics
Right ! now ! ha ha ha ha ha

I am an antichrist
I am an anarchist
Dont know what I want but
I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passer by cos i

I wanna be anarchy !
No dogs body

Anarchy for the u.k its coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop a trafic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme cos i

I wanna be anarchy !
In the city

How many ways to get what you want
I use the best I use the rest
I use the enemy I use anarchy cos i

I wanna be anarchy !
The only way to be !

Is this the m.p.l.a
Or is this the u.d.a
Or is this the i.r.a
I thought it was the u.k or just
Another country
Another council tenancy

I wanna be an anarchist
Oh what a name
Get pissed destroy!

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17'55" - 24'38" - Paradise City
Composed By Guns N' Roses
Guns N' Roses - Album: Appetite for Destruction - Release Date: 1987
Label: Geffen - http://www.gnronline.com/

Lyrics
CHORUS x2
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home (Oh, won't you please take me home)

Just an urchin livin' under the street
I'm a hard case that's tough to beat
I'm your charity case
So by me somethin' to eat
I'll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line

Rags to riches
Or so they say
You gotta
Keep pushin' for the fortune and fame
You know it's, it's all a gamble
When it's just a game
You treat it like a capitol crime
Everybody' doin' their time

CHORUS x2

Strapped in the chair of the city's gas chamber
Why I'm here, I can't quite remember
The surgoen general say's it's hazardous to breathe
I'd have another cigarette
But I can't see
Tell me that you're gonna believe

CHORUS x2

So far away x4

Capitain America's been torn apart
Now he's a court jester
With a broken heart
He said turn me around
And take me back to the start
I must be losing my mind
"Are you blind?!"
I've seen it all a mllion times

CHORUS x4

I want to go
I want to know
Oh, won't you please take me home

I want to see
Oh, look at me
Oh, won't you please take me home

Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home (Oh, won't you please take me home)

Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home

Take me down
Oh yeah
Beat me down
Oh, won't you please take me home

I want to see
Oh, look at me
Oh, won't you please take me home

I want to see
Boy, I'm gonna be mean
Oh, oh take me home

Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home

I want to go
I want to know
Oh, won't you please take me hooooooome
Baby

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24'39" - 28'37" - Walking After You
Composed By Goldsmith, W./Dave Grohl/Mendel N./Pat Smear
Foo Fighters - Album: The Colour and the Shape - Release Date: May 20, 1997
Label: Capitol - http://www.foofighters.com/

Lyrics
Tonight Im tangled in my blanket of clouds
Dreaming aloud
Things just wont do without you, matter of fact
Im on your back, Im on your back, Im on your back

If you walk out on me, Im walking after you
If you walk out on me, Im walking after you

If youd accept surrender, Ill give up some more
Werent you adored
I cannot be without you, matter of fact
Im on your back, Im on your back, Im on your back

If you walk out on me, Im walking after you
If you walk out on me, Im walking after you

Another heart is cracked in two, Im on your back

I cannot be without you, matter of fact
Im on your back, Im on your back, Im on your back

If you walk out on me, Im walking after you
If you walk out on me, Im walking after you
If you walk out on me, Im walking after you

Another heart is cracked in two, Im on your back

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28'38" - 39'15" - Micelli comenta sobre política e fala sobre política internacional com Saddam Hussein, Pinochet, Chavez e companhia

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39'16" - 44'28" - 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/

Lyrics
Back with another one of those block rockin beats

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44'29" - 52'27" - Perfect Kiss
Composed By New Order
New Order - Album: Substance - Release Date: 1987
Label: Qwest - http://www.neworderonline.com/

Lyrics
I stood there beside myself,
Thinking hard about the weather
Then came by a friend of mine
Suggested we go out together
Then I knew it from the start:
This friend of mine would fall apart
Pretending not to see his gun,
I said lets go out and have some fun
I know, you know, you believe in a land of love
I know, you know, we believe in a land of love

I have always thought about
Staying here and going out
Tonight I should have stayed at home,
Playing with my pleasure zone
He has always been so strange,
Id often thought he was deranged
Pretending not to see his gun,
I said lets go out and have some fun
I know, you know, we believe in a land of love
I know, you know, we believe in a land of love

When you are alone at night
You search yourself for all the things
That you believe are right
If you give it all away
You throw away your only chance to be here today
Then a fight breaks out on your street
You lose another broken heart in a land of meat
My friend, he took his final breath
Now I know the perfect kiss is the kiss of death

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52'28" - 57'28" - Lust for Life
Composed By David Bowie/Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop - Album: Lust for Life - Release Date: 1977
Label: Virgin - http://www.iggypop.com/

Lyrics
Here comes johnny yen again
With the liquor and drugs
And the flesh machine
Hes gonna do another strip tease.
Hey man, whered ya get that lotion?
Ive been hurting since Ive bought the gimmick
About something called love
Yeah, something called love.
Well, thats like hypnotizing chickens.

Well, Im just a modern guy
Of course, Ive had it in the ear before.
I have a lust for life
cause of a lust for life.

Im worth a million in prizes
With my torture film
Drive a gto
Wear a uniform
All on a government loan.
Im worth a million in prizes
Yeah, Im through with sleeping on the sidewalk
No more beating my brains
No more beating my brains
With liquor and drugs
With liquor and drugs.

Well, Im just a modern guy
Of course, Ive had it in my ear before
Well, Ive a lust for life (lust for life)
cause of a lust for life (lust for life, oooo)
I got a lust for life (oooo)
Got a lust for life (oooo)
Oh, a lust for life (oooo)
Oh, a lust for life (oooo)
A lust for life (oooo)
I got a lust for life (oooo)
Got a lust for life.

Well, Im just a modern guy
Of course, Ive had it in my ear before
Well, Ive a lust for life
cause Ive a lust for life.

Here comes johnny yen again
With the liquor and drugs
And the flesh machine
Hes gonna do another strip tease.
Hey man, whered ya get that lotion?
Your skin starts itching once you buy the gimmick
About something called love
Love, love, love
Well, thats like hypnotizing chickens.

Well, Im just a modern guy
Of course, Ive had it in the ear before
And Ive a lust for life (lust for life)
cause Ive a lust for life (lust for life)
Got a lust for life
Yeah, a lust for life
I got a lust for life
A lust for life
Got a lust for life
Yeah a lust for life
I got a lust for life
Lust for life
Lust for life
Lust for life
Lust for life
Lust for life

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57'29" - 61'03" - All You Need Is Love
Composed By John Lennon/Paul McCartney
The Beatles - Album: Magical Mystery Tour - Release Date: Nov 27, 1967
Label: Capitol - http://www.beatles.com/

Lyrics
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time
It's easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)
All you need is love (everybody)
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.

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61'04" - 63'30" - Peggy Sue
Composed By Jerry Allison/Buddy Holly/Norman Petty
Buddy Holly - Album: Billboard Top Rock & Roll Hits: 1957 - Release Date: 1957
Label: Rhino - http://www.buddyholly.com/

Lyrics
If you knew Peggy Sue
Then you'd know why I feel blue
About Peggy, 'bout Peggy Sue
Oh well, I love you, gal
Yes, I love you Peggy Sue

Peggy Sue, Peggy Sue
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, Peggy Sue
Oh, my Peggy, my Peggy Sue
Oh, well, I love you gal
And I need you, Peggy Sue

I love you Peggy Sue
With a love so rare and true
Oh, Peggy, my Peggy Sue
Oh, well, I love you gal
Yes, I want you, Peggy Sue

Peggy Sue, Peggy Sue
Oh how my heart years for you
Oh, Pa-he-ggy, my Pa-he-ggy Sue
Oh, well, I love you gal
And I need you, Peggy Sue
Oh, well, I love you gal
Yes, I want you, Peggy Sue

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63'31" - 70'56" - Micelli fala sobre os shows e eventos

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70'57" - 75'57" - Camila, Camila
Composed By Thedy Corrêa - Sady Homrich - Carlos Stein
Nenhum de Nós - Album: Nenhum de Nós - Release Date: 1987
Label: Plug/RCA Victor - http://www.sernenhumdenos.com/disco.php

Lyrics
Depois da última noite de festa
Chorando e esperando amanhecer, amanhecer
As coisas aconteciam com alguma explicação
Com alguma explicação
Depois da última noite de chuva
Chorando e esperando amanhecer, amanhecer
Às vezes peço a ele que vá embora
Que vá embora...oh...

Camila, Camila, Camila

Eu que tenho medo até de suas mãos
Mas o ódio cega e você não percebe
Mas o ódio cega

E eu que tenho medo até do seu olhar
Mas o ódio cega e você não percebe
Mas o ódio cega

A lembrança do silêncio daquelas tardes
Daquelas tardes
A vergonha do espelho naquelas marcas
Naquelas marcas
Havia algo de insano naqueles olhos,
Olhos insanos
Os olhos que passavam o dia a me vigiar, a me vigiar...oh...

Camila, Camila, Camila
Camila, Camila, Camila

E eu que tinha apenas 17 anos
Baixava a minha cabeça pra tudo
Era assim que as coisas aconteciam
Era assim que eu via tudo acontecer
E eu que tinha apenas 17 anos
Baixava minha cabeça pra tudo
Era assim que as coisas aconteciam
Era assim que eu via tudo acontecer

Camila, Camila, Camila
Camila, Camila, Camila

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75'58" - 80'18" - Quimeras
Composed By Guilherme Isnard, ZERØ
ZERØ - Album: Carne Humana - Release Date: 1987
Label: EMI-Odeon - http://s2-webdesign.com/zero/index-zero.html

Lyrics
Sem caminhos pra seguir
Na incerteza de chegar
Quem decide por partir
Só pensa em procurar
Um futuro com alguém
Não importa o que passou
Já nem se lembra mais
Quer é recomeçar
Tantas vidas pra viver
Tentando se encontrar
Tantas coisas por fazer
Pra se purificar
Não consigo mais sonhar
Já me basta o que vivi
Sofrendo ao desejar
Quimeras que não consegui

Deuses do além
Duendes do ar
Anjos do bem
Vão te mostrar uma luz maior
Capaz de convencer
Que um mundo bem melhor
Existe em você
Só pro seu prazer

Tantas vidas pra viver...
Deuses do além...
Uma luz maior
A força e o poder
Sangue e suor
De quem te fez viver
Hoje eu sei porque
Eu não vou mais fugir de mim
Eu não vou mais fugir de mim

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80'19" - 82'36" - O coro vai comê!
Composed By Pelado - Chorão - Charlie Brown Jr.
Charlie Brown Jr. - Album: Transpiração Contínua Prolongada - Release Date: 1997
Label: Virgin - http://charliebrownjr.uol.com.br/

Lyrics
Corra
vá ver o que acontece
e volte aqui pra me falar
o que parou a cidade inteira novamente
Acordou todo mundo, mulherada
muito loca com doce na boca !
meu tu não sabe o que aconteceu !
Os caras do Charlie Brown invadiram a cidade !
Chame sua mãe, seu cachorro, sua sogra,
traga todo mundo o coro vai comê !
Give up hey !
Do you really wonna do it boy
Give up hey wonna do it boy
Give up hey!hey!hey!
Do you really wonna do it boy
You got a biron bacon xotonson
give up legalize !
travazon, rasga rasgazon
travazon heah!
Não vou nem me preocupar, velha
chata vai tá lá, yeah!

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82'37" - 87'30" - Os Cegos do Castelo
Composed By Nando Reis
Titãs - Album: Acústico - Release Date: 1997
Label: WEA - http://www.titas.net/

Lyrics
Eu não quero mais mentir
Usar espinhos que só trazem dor
Eu não enxergo mais o inferno
Que me atraiu
Dos cegos do castelo me despeço e vou
A pé até encontrar
Um caminho
O lugar
Pro que eu sou
Eu não quero mais dormir
De olhos abertos me esquenta o sol
Eu não espero que um revólver venha explodir
Na minha testa se anunciou
A pé a fé devagar
Foge o destino do azar que restou
E se você puder me olhar
E se você quiser me achar
Se você trouxer o seu lar
Eu vou cuidar
Eu cuidarei dele
Eu vou cuidar
Do seu jardim
Eu vou cuidar
Eu cuidarei muito bem dele
Eu vou cuidar
Eu cuidarei do seu jantar
Do céu e do mar
E de você e de mim

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87'31" - 96'05" - Micelli fala sobre esportes

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96'06" - 98'22" - Surfin' Bird
Composed By Al Frazier/Sonny Harris/Carl White/Turner Wilson
The Trashmen - Album: Surfin' Bird - Release Date: 1964
Label: Sundazed - http://www.history-of-rock.com/trashmen.htm

Lyrics
A-well-a, everybody's heard about the bird
Bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, well, the bird is the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, well, the bird is the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, well, the bird is the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, don't you know about the bird
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a
A-well-a, everybody's heard about the bird
Bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, don't you know about the bird
Well, everybody's talking about the bird
A-well-a, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird
Surfin' bird
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb, aaah
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-oom-oom-oom
Oom-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-a-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Papa-oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Well, don't you know about the bird
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow...

98'23" - 100'53" - Surfin' Bird
Composed By Al Frazier/Sonny Harris/Carl White/Turner Wilson
Ramones - Album: Rocket to Russia - Release Date: Nov 1977
Label: Sire - http://www.ramones.com/

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100'54" - 103'56" - Micelli encerra o programa

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103'57" - 111'47" - Bittersweet Symphony [Extended Version]
Composed By Richard Ashcroft/Mick Jagger/Keith Richards
The Verve - Album: Urban Hymns - Release Date: Sep 30, 1997
Label: EMI - http://www.theverve.co.uk/

Lyrics
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life
Trying to make ends meet, you're a slave to the money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold , I am here in my mold
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no

Well, I've never prayed,
But tonight I'm on my knees, yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind , I feel free now
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now

No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold , I am here with my mold
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no

(Well have you ever been down?)
(I can't change, I can't change...)
(Ooooohhhhh...)

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life
Trying to make ends meet, trying to find some money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah
You know I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no
I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no
I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no

(It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)
(It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)
(Been down)
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)(Lalalalalalaaaaaaaa...)
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)
(Have you ever been down?)
(Have you ever been down?)
(Have you ever been down?)

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

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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.)

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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

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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

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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

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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)

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

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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

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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? ...

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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

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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

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

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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

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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?

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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)

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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."

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

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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...

MicellIpodcast nº 14 - 29/07/2006

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

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

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

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0 - 8'44" - Abertura do programa

Micelli fala sobre a questão do Oriente Médio

BG - Israel
Composed By Siouxsie And The Banshees
Siouxsie And The Banshees - Album: Once Upon a Time: The Singles - Release Date: 1981
Label: Geffen - http://siouxsie.trinitystreetdirect.com/

Lyrics
Little orphans in the snow
With nowhere to call a home
Start their singing
Waiting through the summertime
To thaw your hearts in wintertime
That's why they're singing...
Waiting for a sign to turn blood into wine
The sweet taste in your mouth--turned bitter in its glass
Israel...in Israel
Israel...in Israel
Shattered fragments of the past
Meet in veins on the stained glass
Like the lifeline in your palm
Red and green reflects the scene
Of a long forgotten dream
There were princes and there were kings
Now hidden in disguise--cheap wrappings of lies
Keep your heart alive with a song from inside
Even though we're all alone
We are never on our own when we're singing
There's a man who's looking in
And he smiles a toothless grin
Because he's singing...
See some people shine with glee
But their song is jealousy
Their hate is clanging--maddening
In Israel...will they sing Happy Noel
Israel...in Israel
Israel...in Israel
In Israel will they sing Happy Noel

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8'45" - 12'25" - Bucky Done Gun
Composed By Arulpragasam, Maya/Connors/Conti/Pentz, Wesley/Robbins
M.I.A. - Album: Arular - Release Date: Mar 22, 2005
Label: XL - http://www.miauk.com/

Lyrics
London
Quiet down I need to make a sound
New York
Quiet down I need to make a sound
Kingston
Quiet down I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quiet down I need to make sound

They're coming through the window
They're coming through the door
They're busting down the big wall
And Sounding the horn [x2]

What you Want
Bucky Done Gun
What you want
The Fire Done Burn
What you want
Bucky Done Gun
Get Crackin' Get Get Crackin' [x2]

Time to spit new shit
I'm rocking on this new bit
I'm hot now you'll see
I'll fight you just to get peace

Heavy Weight Wrestler
Fight me in your comforter
Let you be superior
I'm flithy with the fury ya

London
Quiet down I need to make a sound
New York
Quiet down I need to make a sound
Kingston
Quiet down I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quiet I need to make sound

I'll hard drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like feeling shit
My Stamina can take it
Gymnastics Super Fit
Muscle in the gun clip
Bite, Teeth Nose Bleed
Tied up in a scarf piece

What you Want
Bucky Done Gun
What you want
The Fire Done Burn
What you want
Bucky Done Gun
Get Crackin' Get Get Crackin' [x2]

Can I get control
Do you like me vulnerable
I'm armed and I'm equal
More fun for the people
Physical, Brute force
Steel, lion you're the boss
Yeah, you're so do-able
Grind me down sugar slow

What you Want
Bucky Done Gun
What you want
The Fire Done Burn
What you want
Bucky Done Gun
Get Crackin' Get Get Crackin' [x2]

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12'26" - 16'40" - Rock and a Hard Place
Composed By Ramin Sakurai/Soriano-Lightwood, Geri
Supreme Beings of Leisure - Album: Divine Operating System - Release Date: Sep 10, 2002
Label: Palm Pictures - http://www.sbleisure.com/

Lyrics
They'll never understand
How hard it is to be you
An endless game you always lose

Your fate is sealed
No future revealed
Before, before you ??

When your life has been a riddle
And your trapped in the middle of
A rock and a hard place.

You're hard as nails
You're cold as ice
You've nothing to lose
You roll the dice

They'll never understand
No, they'll never understand

The only face you show
Is programmed to deceive
Can't wear your heart
Upon your sleeve

Your fate is sealed
No future revealed
Before, before you ??

When your life has been a riddle
And your trapped in the middle of
A rock and a hard place.

When your life has been a riddle
And your trapped in the middle of
A rock and a hard place.

You're hard as nails
You're cold as ice
You've nothing to lose
You roll the dice

They'll never understand
You know they'll never understand
Stuck in a hard place

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16'41" - 21'25" - New Way New Life
Composed By Das, Doctor/Aniruddha Das/Pandit, John Ashok/Steve Chandra Savale/Tailor, Sanjay Gulabhai/Zaman, Deedar/Zamen, Deeder Saidullah
Asian Dub Foundation - Album: Community Music - Release Date: Mar 20, 2000
Label: ffrr - http://www.asiandubfoundation.com/adf_home_fs.htm

Lyrics
Every sunday morning in front of the tv
Recording with a microphone naya zindagi
Pioneer gurdas maan
Nusrat fateh ali khan
Kept our parents alive
Gave them the will to survive
Working inna de factories
Sometimes sweeping de floor
Unsung heroines an heroes
Yes they open de door
They came a long time ago
But now it seems weve arrived
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
New way new life

Stayed an we fought an now de futures open wide
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya zindagi!
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan

Tjinder pon de radio
Dis is englands new voice
Censorship for years
But now dem have no choice
Running thru de playground
We could never have known
Dat in de future
Our role models would be home grown
And now were walking down de street
Wid a brand new pride
A spring inna de step
Wid our heads held high
Young asian brothers an sisters
Moving forward, side by side
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
New way new life

Our opportunity will no longer be denied
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan

And were supposed to be cool
Inna de dance our riddims rule
But we knew it all along
Cos our parents made us strong
Never abandoned our culture
Just been moving it along
Technology our tradition
Innovation inna the song
Now de struggle continues
To reverse every wrong
New heroines and heroes
Inna de battle we belong
When we reach de glass ceiling
We will blow it sky high
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
New way new life

Stayed an we fought an now de futures open wide
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya zindagi!
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan

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21'26" - 25'14" - I'm Nin'Alu
Composed By Bezalel Aloni/Izhar Ashdot/Rabbi Shalom Shabazi
Ofra Haza - Album: Shaday - Release Date: 1988
Label: Sire - http://www.ofra.haza.co.il/

Lyrics
I'm nin'alu
Dal thae na di vim
Dal thae ma rom
Lo nin'alu

Já já já já
I'm nin'alu lu lu
I'm nin'alu lu lu
El hi

Já já já jal
You know I love you
Like no other
Like no other
in my prayer

Há yo sha ham ro se wa sohvim
Mi yom ba ri oh nich la lu

I'm nin'alu lu lu
I'm nin'alu lu lu
el hi
I'm nin'alu
Take me away I need your help
Somebody cries within the herd
Oh... my God need your help

Ube shesh ka no fa yim as vivim
Ofim be et yit gal já lu
El hi
El hi

I'm nin'alu lu lu
I'm nin'alu lu lu
El hi
El hi
I'm nin'alu
Dal thae n di vim
Dal thae ma rom
Lo Nin'alu

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25'15" - 26'15" - Spots

1. Spot "Transparência" - Quero mais Brasil

2. Spot "Caixa 2" - Eleições Limpas - Associação de Magistrados Brasileiros

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26'16" - 38'56" - Micelli comenta sobre política e fala sobre os shows que acontecem no Brasil até o final do ano

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38'57" - 42'47" - Take Me Out
Composed By Kapranos, McCarthy, Hardy, Thomson
Franz Ferdinand - Album: Franz Ferdinand - Release Date: Mar 9, 2004
Label: Domino - http://www.franzferdinand.co.uk/

Lyrics
So if you're lonely
You know I'm here waiting for you
I'm just a crosshair
I'm just a shot away from you
And if you leave here
You leave me broken, shattered I lie
I'm just a crosshair
I'm just a shot then we can die
I know I won't be leaving here with you
I say don't you know?
You say you don't know
I say take me out
I say you don't show
Don't move, time is slow
I say take me out
I say you don't know
You say you don't go
I say take me out
If I move, this could die
Eyes move, this could die
I want you to take me out

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42'48" - 46'56" - Pilots
Composed By Goldfrapp, Alison/Will Gregory
Goldfrapp - Album: Felt Mountain - Release Date: Sep 19, 2000
Label: Mute - http://www.goldfrapp.co.uk/

Lyrics
Armoured cars sail the sky
Theyre pink at dawn
If I lived forever you just wouldnt be so beautiful
As the sun
When it shines
All over the world
Were pilots watching the stars
The world pre-occupied
Were pilots watching the stars
Who do you think we are ?
Ice and clouds
Shimmer outside
Rain just falls
At magic hour
Its just the sound
Of you and me
Time twitching
Murmurs of our friendly machine

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46'57" - 49'56" - Not Great Men
Composed By Gang of Four
Gang of Four - Album: Entertainment! - Release Date: 1979
Label: EMI - http://www.gangoffour.co.uk/

Lyrics
No weak men in the books at home
The strong men who have made the world
History lives on the books at home
The books at home
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
The past lives on in your front room
The poor still weak the rich still rule
History lives in the books at home
The books at home
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
The past lives in the books at home
No weak men in the books at home
History lives in the books at home
The books at home
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men

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49'57" - 54'22" - 60 Miles An Hour
Composed By New Order
New Order - Album: Get Ready - Release Date: Oct 16, 2001
Label: Warner Bros. - http://www.neworderonline.com

Lyrics
I don't know if I told you, but I'm seeking sanctuary
You'll never guess the things that I do
I'll have the devil round for tea
Don't you know that I'm here beside you
Can't you see that I can't relax
When I saw you in my rearview
You could've stopped me in my tracks

I'll be there for you when you want me to
I'll stand by your side like I always do
In the dead of night it'll be alright
'Cos I'll be there for you when you want me to

You can take me to an island, ride across the stormy sea
We can worship pagan idols, there together you and me
Why don't you run over here and rescue me?
You can drive down in your car
Why don't we both take a ride and turn that key
We'll drive at 60 miles an hour

I'll be there for you when you want me to
I'll stand by your side like I always do
In the dead of night it'll be alright
'Cos I'll be there for you when you want me to

I'll be there for you when you want me to
I'll stand by your side like I always do
In the dead of night it'll be alright
'Cos I'll be there for you when you want me to

I'll be there for you when you want me to
I'll stand by your side like I always do
In the dead of night it'll be alright
'Cos I'll be there for you when you want me to

I'll be there for you when you want me to
I'll stand by your side like I always do
In the dead of night it'll be alright
'Cos I'll be there for you when you want me to

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54'23" - 55'22" - Spots

1. Spot "Responsabilidade" - Quero mais Brasil

2. Spot "Doações" - Eleições Limpas - Associação de Magistrados Brasileiros

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55'23" - 63'40" - Micelli fala sobre esportes

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63'41" - 68'05" - Dias de Luta
Composed By Edgard Scandurra
Ira! - Album: Vivendo e não aprendendo - Release Date: 1986
Label: WEA - http://grupoira.uol.com.br/

Lyrics
Só depois de muito tempo fui entender aquele homem
Eu queria ouvir muito mas ele me disse pouco
Quando se sabe ouvir não precisam muitas palavras
Muito tempo eu levei pra entender que nada sei... que nada sei

Só depois de muito tempo comecei a entender
Como será meu futuro, como será o seu?
Se meu filho nem nasceu, eu ainda sou o filho
Se hoje canto essa canção, o que cantarei depois
Cantar depois...

Se sou eu ainda jovem passando por cima de tudo
Se hoje canto essa canção o que cantarei depois

Só depois de muito tempo comecei a refletir
Nos meus dias de paz
Nos meus dias de luta
Se sou eu ainda jovem passando por cima de tudo
Se hoje canto essa canção, o que cantarei depois
Se sou eu ainda jovem passando por cima de tudo
Se hoje canto essa canção, o que cantarei depois

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68'06" - 72'19" - Ética
Composed By Rodrigo Leitão
Finis Africæ - Album: Rumores - Release Date: 1985
Label: Sebo do Disco - http://br.geocities.com/finis_br/

Lyrics
A Ética desaprova a emoção
Cientistas não são alquimistas
A idade média já passou de novo
Esta é a era da razão
Este é um tempo de persuasão
Uma mão na roda e a outra no chão
Circo e pão não anestesiam mais
Dessa caverna não sai dragão

A vela apagou, a lâmpada queimou
O gás acabou, não vejo mais nada
Deve ser a idade média, a idade da pedra
É a idade da razão e da Ética, ética, ética
Que desaprova a emoção

Ser condenado pela sua inquisição em seu coração ser queimado vivo, passar pelas suas torturas
Me faz pensar no sofrimento em vão

A vela apagou, a lâmpada queimou
O gás acabou, não vejo mais nada
Deve ser a idade média, a idade da pedra
É a idade da razão e da Ética, ética, ética
Que desaprova a emoção

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72'20" - 77'30" - Enigma
Composed By Max Vianna
DJ Patife com Max Vianna - Album: Na Estrada - Release Date: 2006
Label: Trama - http://www.djpatife.com.br/pt/

Lyrics
quem eu sou
de onde eu vim
quem vai me ajudar a decifrar
a resposta só terei no fim
pra aonde eu vou
qual jardim
pode ser capaz de abrigar
o que a vida trouxe para mim
já senti
paz e dor
mas no fundo o que me dá prazer
é meu coração repleto de amor

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77'31" - 80'59" - Vida Louca Vida
Composed By Bernardo Vilhena - Lobão
Lobão - Album: Vida Bandida - Release Date: 1987
Label: RCA - http://www2.uol.com.br/lobao/

Lyrics
Se ninguém olha quando você passa, você logo acha:
A vida voltou ao normal
Aquela vida sem sentido, volta sem perigo
A mesma vida tudo é sempre igual

Se alguém olha quando você passa, você logo diz: "Palhaço!"
Você acha que não tá legal
Perde logo a noção do perigo, todos os sentidos
Você passa mal

Vida louca vida
Vida breve
Já que eu não posso te levar
Quero que você me leve

Vida louca vida
Vida imensa
Ninguém vai nos perdoar
Nosso crime não compensa

Se ninguém olha quando você passa, você logo acha:
Eu tô carente, eu sou manchete popular
Já me cansei de toda essa tolice, babaquice
Dessa eterna falta do que falar

Vida louca vida
Vida breve
Já que eu não posso te levar
Quero que você me leve

Vida louca vida
Vida imensa
Ninguém vai nos perdoar
Nosso crime não compensa

Vida louca vida
Vida breve
Já que eu não posso te levar
Quero que você me leve

Vida louca vida
Vida imensa
Ninguém vai nos perdoar
Nosso crime não compensa

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81'00" - 81'59" - Spots

1. Spot "Educação" - Quero mais Brasil

2. Spot "Prazos & Doações" - Eleições Limpas - Associação de Magistrados Brasileiros

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82'00" - 84'33" - Micelli apresenta o Bloco Criador & Criatura

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84'34" - 87'35" - Live and Let Die
Composed By Paul McCartney/Linda McCartney
Paul McCartney & Wings - Album: Single - Release Date: 1973
Label: Capitol - http://www.paulmccartney.com/main.php

Lyrics
When you were young and your heart was an open book
You used to say life and let life
(you know you did, you know you did you know you did)
But in this ever changing world in which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die

What does it matter to ya
When you got a job to do
You gotta do it well
You gotta give the other fellow hell

When you were young and your heart was an open book
You used to say life and let life
(you know you did, you know you did you know you did)
But in this ever changing world in which we live in
Makes you give in and cry

87'36" - 90'30" - Live and Let Die
Composed By Paul McCartney/Linda McCartney
Guns N' Roses - Album: Use Your Illusion I - Release Date: Sep 1991
Label: Geffen - http://www.gnronline.com/

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90'31" - 93'00" - Micelli encerra o Podcast da semana

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93'01" - 98'56" - Bohemian Rhapsody
Composed Freddie Mercury/Queen
Queen - Album: A Night at the Opera - Release Date: Dec 2, 1975
Label: Elektra - http://www.queenonline.com/index2.php

Lyrics
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me
(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let me go) Will not let you go
(Let me go) Will not let you go (Let me go) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows