Produção e Apresentação: Sylvio Micelli
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0 - 3'02" - Abertura do programa
Micelli fala sobre o Natal e final do Ano
BG - Lakeside Park
Composed By Geddy Lee/Alex Lifeson/Neil Peart
Rush - Bootleg: Sign of Eth - Release Date: Feb 06, 1977
Label: n/d - http://www.rush.com/
Composed By Geddy Lee/Alex Lifeson/Neil Peart
Rush - Bootleg: Sign of Eth - Release Date: Feb 06, 1977
Label: n/d - http://www.rush.com/
Lyrics
Midway hawkers calling
"Try your luck with me;"
Merry-go-round wheezing
The same old melody
A thousand ten cent wonders
Who could ask for more
A pocketful of silver
The key to heaven's door
Midway hawkers calling
"Try your luck with me;"
Merry-go-round wheezing
The same old melody
A thousand ten cent wonders
Who could ask for more
A pocketful of silver
The key to heaven's door
Lakeside Park
Willows in the breeze
Lakeside Park
So many memories
Laughing rides
Midway lights
Shining stars on summer nights
Willows in the breeze
Lakeside Park
So many memories
Laughing rides
Midway lights
Shining stars on summer nights
Days of barefoot freedom
Racing with the waves
Nights of starlit secrets
Crackling driftwood flames
Drinking by the lighthouse
Smoking on the pier
Still we saw the magic
Was fading every year
Racing with the waves
Nights of starlit secrets
Crackling driftwood flames
Drinking by the lighthouse
Smoking on the pier
Still we saw the magic
Was fading every year
Everyone would gather
On the twenty-fourth of May
Sitting in the sand
To watch the fireworks display.
Dancing fires on the beach,
Singing songs together...
Though it's just a memory,
Some memories last forever.
3'03" - 9'08" - Sympathy For The Devil
Composed By Mick Jagger/Keith Richards
Rolling Stones - Album: Beggars Banquet - Release Date: Nov 1968
Label: ABKCO - http://www.rollingstones.com/
Lyrics
Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, whats my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, whats my name
I tell you one time, youre to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Whats me name
Tell me, baby, whats my name
Tell me, sweetie, whats my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
On the twenty-fourth of May
Sitting in the sand
To watch the fireworks display.
Dancing fires on the beach,
Singing songs together...
Though it's just a memory,
Some memories last forever.
3'03" - 9'08" - Sympathy For The Devil
Composed By Mick Jagger/Keith Richards
Rolling Stones - Album: Beggars Banquet - Release Date: Nov 1968
Label: ABKCO - http://www.rollingstones.com/
Lyrics
Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, whats my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, whats my name
I tell you one time, youre to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Whats me name
Tell me, baby, whats my name
Tell me, sweetie, whats my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
9'09" - 14'49" - Sultans Of Swing
Composed By Mark Knopfler
Dire Straits - Album: Dire Straits - Release Date: Oct 1978
Label: Warner Bros. - http://www.markknopfler.com/
Lyrics
You get a shiver in the dark
Its been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring
You step inside but you dont see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth london town
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth london town
You check out guitar george he knows all the chords
Mind hes strictly rhythm he doesnt want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
Mind hes strictly rhythm he doesnt want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And harry doesnt mind if he doesnt make the scene
Hes got a daytime job hes doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for friday night
With the sultans with the sultans of swing
Hes got a daytime job hes doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for friday night
With the sultans with the sultans of swing
And a crowd of young boys theyre fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They dont give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It aint what they call rock and roll
And the sultans played creole
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They dont give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It aint what they call rock and roll
And the sultans played creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
thank you goodnight now its time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
we are the sultans of swing
And says at last just as the time bell rings
thank you goodnight now its time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
we are the sultans of swing
14'50" - 22'02" - One
Composed By James Hetfield/Lars Ulrich
Metallica - Album: ...And Justice for All - Release Date: Sep 6, 1988
Label: Elektra - http://www.metallica.com/
Lyrics
I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me
Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there's not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now
I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there's not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god, wake me
Oh please god, wake me
Back in the womb it's much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I'll live
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I'll live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this LIFE off from me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this LIFE off from me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god, wake me
Oh please god, wake me
Now the world is gone I'm just one
Oh god, help me
Oh god, help me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god, help me
Oh please god, help me
Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell
Landmines has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell
22'03" - 25'12" - The Dirty Boogie
Composed By Brian Setzer
The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Album: The Dirty Boogie - Release Date: Jun 23, 1998
Label: Interscope - http://www.briansetzer.com/
Lyrics
I got a little boogie but it aint too clean
Its real low down and its kinda mean
The dirty boogie
The dirty boogie
When I get low down, its the dirty boogie for me
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell
22'03" - 25'12" - The Dirty Boogie
Composed By Brian Setzer
The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Album: The Dirty Boogie - Release Date: Jun 23, 1998
Label: Interscope - http://www.briansetzer.com/
Lyrics
I got a little boogie but it aint too clean
Its real low down and its kinda mean
The dirty boogie
The dirty boogie
When I get low down, its the dirty boogie for me
The dirty boogie
Whats it called?
The dirty boogie
Hey you all
Whats it called?
The dirty boogie
Hey you all
The dirty boogie
Hows it go?
The dirty boogie
Not too slow
When I get low down, its the dirty boogie for me
Hows it go?
The dirty boogie
Not too slow
When I get low down, its the dirty boogie for me
Well you rattle and shake, you moan and groan
A girl like you I could never bring home
The dirty boogie
The dirty boogie
When I get low down, its the dirty boogie for me
A girl like you I could never bring home
The dirty boogie
The dirty boogie
When I get low down, its the dirty boogie for me
The dirty boogie
Whats it called?
The dirty boogie
Hey you all
Whats it called?
The dirty boogie
Hey you all
The dirty boogie
Hows it go?
The dirty boogie
Not too slow
When I get low down, its the dirty boogie for me
Hows it go?
The dirty boogie
Not too slow
When I get low down, its the dirty boogie for me
Theyre shakin their hips and scream and shout
And doin things I cant even talk about
The dirty boogie
Catch my drift
The dirty boogie
When I get low down, its the dirty boogie for me
And doin things I cant even talk about
The dirty boogie
Catch my drift
The dirty boogie
When I get low down, its the dirty boogie for me
The dirty boogie
Whats it called?
The dirty boogie
Hey you all
Whats it called?
The dirty boogie
Hey you all
The dirty boogie
Hows it go?
The dirty boogie
Not too slow
When I get low down, its the dirty boogie for me
Hows it go?
The dirty boogie
Not too slow
When I get low down, its the dirty boogie for me
Composed By Jimi Hendrix
The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Album: Electric Ladyland - Release Date: Oct 1968
Label: MCA - http://www.jimihendrix.com/
Lyrics
You jump in front of my car when you,
You know all the time that
Ninty miles an hour, girl, is the speed I drive
You tell me its alright, you dont mind a little pain
You say you just want me to take you for a ride
Youre just like crosstown traffic
So hard to get through to you
Crosstown traffic
I dont need to run over you
Crosstown traffic
All you do is slow me down
And Im tryin to get on the other side of town
So hard to get through to you
Crosstown traffic
I dont need to run over you
Crosstown traffic
All you do is slow me down
And Im tryin to get on the other side of town
Im not the only soul whos accused of hit and run
Tire tracks all across your back
I can see you had your fun
But darlin cant you see my signals turn from green to red
And with you I can see a traffic jam straight up ahead
Tire tracks all across your back
I can see you had your fun
But darlin cant you see my signals turn from green to red
And with you I can see a traffic jam straight up ahead
Youre just like crosstown traffic
So hard to get through to you
Crosstown traffic
I dont need to run over you
Crosstown traffic
All you do is slow me down
And I got better things on the other side of town
45'29" - 49'04" - The Model
Composed By Karl Bartos/Ralf Hütter/Florian Schneider
Kraftwerk - Album: The Man-Machine - Release Date: 1978
Label: Capitol - http://www.kraftwerk.com/
Lyrics
She's a model and she's looking good
I'd like to take her home that's understood
She plays hard to get, she smiles from time to time
It only takes a camera to change her mind
So hard to get through to you
Crosstown traffic
I dont need to run over you
Crosstown traffic
All you do is slow me down
And I got better things on the other side of town
45'29" - 49'04" - The Model
Composed By Karl Bartos/Ralf Hütter/Florian Schneider
Kraftwerk - Album: The Man-Machine - Release Date: 1978
Label: Capitol - http://www.kraftwerk.com/
Lyrics
She's a model and she's looking good
I'd like to take her home that's understood
She plays hard to get, she smiles from time to time
It only takes a camera to change her mind
She's going out tonight, loves drinking just champagne
And she has been checking nearly all the men
She's playing her game and you can hear them say
She is looking good, for beauty we will pay
And she has been checking nearly all the men
She's playing her game and you can hear them say
She is looking good, for beauty we will pay
She's posing for consumer products now and then
For every camera she gives the best she can
I saw her on the cover of a magazine
Now she's a big success, I want to meet her again
For every camera she gives the best she can
I saw her on the cover of a magazine
Now she's a big success, I want to meet her again
Composed By Bill Berry/Peter Buck/Mike Mills/Michael Stipe
R.E.M. - Album: Green - Release Date: 1988
Label: Warner Bros. - http://www.remhq.com/
Lyrics
Follow me, don't follow me
I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush
Collar me, don't collar me
I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush
We are agents of the free
I've had my fun and now its time to
Serve your conscience overseas (over me, not over me)
Coming in fast, over me
[repeat verse]
High on the roof,
Thin the blood,
Another one on the waves tonight,
Comin' in, you're home
Thin the blood,
Another one on the waves tonight,
Comin' in, you're home
We'd circle and we'd circle and we'd circle to stop and consider and
Centered on the pavement stacked up all the trucks jacked up and
Our wheels in slush and orange crush in pocket and all this here county
Hell any county it's just like heaven here and I was remembering and I
Was just in a different county and all then this whirlybird that I
Headed for I had my goggles pulled off I knew it all I knew every back
Road and every truck stop
Centered on the pavement stacked up all the trucks jacked up and
Our wheels in slush and orange crush in pocket and all this here county
Hell any county it's just like heaven here and I was remembering and I
Was just in a different county and all then this whirlybird that I
Headed for I had my goggles pulled off I knew it all I knew every back
Road and every truck stop
[repeat verse and chorus]
52'52" - 57'43" - You Get What You Give
Composed By Gregg Alexander/Rick Nowels
New Radicals - Album: Maybe You've Been Brainwashed Too - Release Date: Oct 20, 1998
Label: MCA - http://www.mcarecords.com/artistMain.asp?artistid=62
Lyrics
Wake up kids
We've got the dreamers disease
Age 14 we got you down on your knees
So polite, you're busy still saying please
Fri - enemies, who when you're down ain't your friend
Every night we smash their Mercedes - Benz
First we run and then we laugh till we cry
But when the night is falling
And you cannot find the light
If you feel your dream is dying
Hold tight
You've got the music in you
Don't let go
You've got the music in you
One dance left
This world is gonna pull through
Don't give up
You've got a reason to live
Can't forget you only get what you give
Four a. m. we ran a miracle mile
Were flat broke but hey we do it in style
The bad rich
God's flying in for your trial
52'52" - 57'43" - You Get What You Give
Composed By Gregg Alexander/Rick Nowels
New Radicals - Album: Maybe You've Been Brainwashed Too - Release Date: Oct 20, 1998
Label: MCA - http://www.mcarecords.com/artistMain.asp?artistid=62
Lyrics
Wake up kids
We've got the dreamers disease
Age 14 we got you down on your knees
So polite, you're busy still saying please
Fri - enemies, who when you're down ain't your friend
Every night we smash their Mercedes - Benz
First we run and then we laugh till we cry
But when the night is falling
And you cannot find the light
If you feel your dream is dying
Hold tight
You've got the music in you
Don't let go
You've got the music in you
One dance left
This world is gonna pull through
Don't give up
You've got a reason to live
Can't forget you only get what you give
Four a. m. we ran a miracle mile
Were flat broke but hey we do it in style
The bad rich
God's flying in for your trial
This whole damn world can fall apart
You'll be ok follow your heart
You're in harms way
I'm right behind
Now say youre mine
You'll be ok follow your heart
You're in harms way
I'm right behind
Now say youre mine
Fly high
What's real can't die
You only get what you give
Just dont be afraid to leave
Health insurance rip off lying FDA big bankers buying
Fake computer crashes dining
Cloning while they're multiplying
Fashion mag shoots
With the aid of 8 dust brothers Beck, Hanson
Courtney Love and Marilyn Manson
You're all fakes
Run to your mansions
Come around
We'll kick your ass in!
Don't let go
One dance left
What's real can't die
You only get what you give
Just dont be afraid to leave
Health insurance rip off lying FDA big bankers buying
Fake computer crashes dining
Cloning while they're multiplying
Fashion mag shoots
With the aid of 8 dust brothers Beck, Hanson
Courtney Love and Marilyn Manson
You're all fakes
Run to your mansions
Come around
We'll kick your ass in!
Don't let go
One dance left
{unsaid lyrics from liner}
Championed by a soulless media misleading
People unaware they're bleeding
No one with a brain is believing
It's so sad you lost the meaning
Never knew it anyway
Human natures so predictable
I'm a fool to do your dirty work whoa, whoa
57'44" - 64'07" - Micelli fala sobre esportes
64'08" - 66'59" - Filha da Puta
Championed by a soulless media misleading
People unaware they're bleeding
No one with a brain is believing
It's so sad you lost the meaning
Never knew it anyway
Human natures so predictable
I'm a fool to do your dirty work whoa, whoa
57'44" - 64'07" - Micelli fala sobre esportes
Composed By Roger Moreira
Ultraje a Rigor - Album: Crescendo - Release Date: 1989
Label: WEA - http://www.ultraje.com.br/
Lyrics
Morar nesse país
É como ter a mãe na zona
Você sabe que ela não presta
E ainda assim adora essa gatona
Não que eu tenha nada contra
Profissionais da cama
Mas são os filhos dessa dama
Que você sabe como é que chama
Ultraje a Rigor - Album: Crescendo - Release Date: 1989
Label: WEA - http://www.ultraje.com.br/
Lyrics
Morar nesse país
É como ter a mãe na zona
Você sabe que ela não presta
E ainda assim adora essa gatona
Não que eu tenha nada contra
Profissionais da cama
Mas são os filhos dessa dama
Que você sabe como é que chama
Filha da puta
É tudo filho da puta
É tudo filho da puta
É uma coisa muito feia
E é o que mais tem por aqui
E sendo nós da Pátria filhos
Não tem nem como fugir
E eu não vi nenhum tostão
Da grana toda que ela arrecadou
Na certa foi parar na mão
De algum maldito gigolô
E é o que mais tem por aqui
E sendo nós da Pátria filhos
Não tem nem como fugir
E eu não vi nenhum tostão
Da grana toda que ela arrecadou
Na certa foi parar na mão
De algum maldito gigolô
Filha da puta
É tudo filho da puta
É tudo filho da puta
'Cês me desculpem o palavrão
Eu bem que tentei evitar
Mas não achei outra definição
Que pudesse explicar
Com tanta clareza
Aquilo tudo que agente sente
A terra é uma beleza
O que estraga é essa gente
Eu bem que tentei evitar
Mas não achei outra definição
Que pudesse explicar
Com tanta clareza
Aquilo tudo que agente sente
A terra é uma beleza
O que estraga é essa gente
Filha da puta
67'00" - 70'46" - Passamos por Isso
Composed By Marcelo Nova e Karl Hummel
Camisa de Vênus - Album: Camisa de Vênus - Release Date: 1983
Label: Som Livre / RGE - http://www.camisadevenus.net/
Lyrics
O Ambiente é tão sério
Não há lugar para ação
"Vê se conserva suas raízes", eles disseram
"Camisa de Vênus é alienação"
67'00" - 70'46" - Passamos por Isso
Composed By Marcelo Nova e Karl Hummel
Camisa de Vênus - Album: Camisa de Vênus - Release Date: 1983
Label: Som Livre / RGE - http://www.camisadevenus.net/
Lyrics
O Ambiente é tão sério
Não há lugar para ação
"Vê se conserva suas raízes", eles disseram
"Camisa de Vênus é alienação"
"Vocês vão obedecer", eles disseram
"Vocês vão entender", eles disseram
"Vocês vão aprender, a curtir MPB!"
"Vocês vão entender", eles disseram
"Vocês vão aprender, a curtir MPB!"
E me falaram dos perigos
Que eu encontraria aqui
Enquanto os mestres do bom gosto
Botavam samba pra eu ouvir
Que eu encontraria aqui
Enquanto os mestres do bom gosto
Botavam samba pra eu ouvir
"Vocês vão obedecer"
"Vocês vão entender"
"Vocês vão aprender, a curtir MPB!"
"Vocês vão entender"
"Vocês vão aprender, a curtir MPB!"
[solo]
Eles têm medo do que não entendem
Eles gritaram: "Isto não é música, é barulho
Vocês não vão a lugar nenhum com isso."
"Hmhmhmhmhm, seus otários! Nós atropelamos vocês!
Nós passamos por isso"
Eles gritaram: "Isto não é música, é barulho
Vocês não vão a lugar nenhum com isso."
"Hmhmhmhmhm, seus otários! Nós atropelamos vocês!
Nós passamos por isso"
Quizeram mudar nosso nome
Deixar tudo arrumadinho
Nos deram até a liberdade
De tocar Brasileirinho
Deixar tudo arrumadinho
Nos deram até a liberdade
De tocar Brasileirinho
"Vocês vão obedecer"
"Vocês vão entender"
"Vocês vão aprender, a curtir MPB!"
Vá curtir MPB, e vá curtir MPB
e vá curtir MPB. VÁ CURTIR!
"Vocês vão entender"
"Vocês vão aprender, a curtir MPB!"
Vá curtir MPB, e vá curtir MPB
e vá curtir MPB. VÁ CURTIR!
Composed By Cazuza e Roberto Frejat
Cazuza - Album: O Tempo não Pára - Release Date: 1988
Label: Polygram - http://www.cazuza.com.br/
Lyrics
Meu partido
É um coração partido
E as ilusões
Estão todas perdidas
Os meus sonhos
Foram todos vendidos
Tão barato
Que eu nem acredito
Ah! eu nem acredito...
Label: Polygram - http://www.cazuza.com.br/
Lyrics
Meu partido
É um coração partido
E as ilusões
Estão todas perdidas
Os meus sonhos
Foram todos vendidos
Tão barato
Que eu nem acredito
Ah! eu nem acredito...
Que aquele garoto
Que ia mudar o mundo
Mudar o mundo
Frequenta agora
As festas do "Grand Monde"...
Que ia mudar o mundo
Mudar o mundo
Frequenta agora
As festas do "Grand Monde"...
Meus heróis
Morreram de overdose
Meus inimigos
Estão no poder
Ideologia!
Eu quero uma prá viver
Ideologia!
Eu quero uma prá viver...
Morreram de overdose
Meus inimigos
Estão no poder
Ideologia!
Eu quero uma prá viver
Ideologia!
Eu quero uma prá viver...
O meu prazer
Agora é risco de vida
Meu sex and drugs
Não tem nenhum rock 'n' roll
Eu vou pagar
A conta do analista
Prá nunca mais
Ter que saber
Quem eu sou
Ah! saber quem eu sou..
Agora é risco de vida
Meu sex and drugs
Não tem nenhum rock 'n' roll
Eu vou pagar
A conta do analista
Prá nunca mais
Ter que saber
Quem eu sou
Ah! saber quem eu sou..
Pois aquele garoto
Que ia mudar o mundo
Mudar o mundo
Agora assiste a tudo
Em cima do muro
Em cima do muro...
Que ia mudar o mundo
Mudar o mundo
Agora assiste a tudo
Em cima do muro
Em cima do muro...
Meus heróis
Morreram de overdose
Meus inimigos
Estão no poder
Ideologia!
Eu quero uma prá viver
Ideologia!
Prá viver...
Morreram de overdose
Meus inimigos
Estão no poder
Ideologia!
Eu quero uma prá viver
Ideologia!
Prá viver...
Pois aquele garoto
Que ia mudar o mundo
Mudar o mundo
Agora assiste a tudo
Em cima do muro
Em cima do muro...
Que ia mudar o mundo
Mudar o mundo
Agora assiste a tudo
Em cima do muro
Em cima do muro...
Meus heróis
Morreram de overdose
Meus inimigos
Estão no poder
Ideologia!
Eu quero uma prá viver
Ideologia!
Eu quero uma prá viver..
Ideologia!
Prá viver
Ideologia!
Eu quero uma prá viver...
74'42" - 79'14" - Maracatu Atômico
Composed By Jorge Mautner / Nelson Jacobina
Chico Science & Nação Zumbi - Album: Afrociberdelia - Release Date: 1996
Label: Chaos / Sony Musica - http://www2.uol.com.br/JC/chicoscience/
Lyrics
Atrás do arranha-céu tem o céu, tem o céu.
E depois tem outro céu sem estrelas.
Em cima do guarda-chuva tem a chuva, tem a chuva.
Que tem gotas tão lindas que até da vontade de comê-las.
No meio do couve-flor, tem a flor, que além de ser uma flor tem sabor.
Dentro do porta-luva tem a luva, tem a luva que alguém de unhas negras e tão afiadas se esqueceu de por...
No fundo do pára-raio tem o raio, tem o raio, que caiu da nuvem egra do temporal.
Todo quadro-negro é todo negro, é todo negro, eu escrevo seu nome nele só pra demonstrar o meu apego.
O bico do beija-flor, beija-flor, eija-flor, e toda fauna flora grita de amor.
Quem segura o porta-estandarte tem a arte, tem a arte.
E aqui passa com raça eletrônico o maracatu atômico.
Morreram de overdose
Meus inimigos
Estão no poder
Ideologia!
Eu quero uma prá viver
Ideologia!
Eu quero uma prá viver..
Ideologia!
Prá viver
Ideologia!
Eu quero uma prá viver...
74'42" - 79'14" - Maracatu Atômico
Composed By Jorge Mautner / Nelson Jacobina
Chico Science & Nação Zumbi - Album: Afrociberdelia - Release Date: 1996
Label: Chaos / Sony Musica - http://www2.uol.com.br/JC/chicoscience/
Lyrics
Atrás do arranha-céu tem o céu, tem o céu.
E depois tem outro céu sem estrelas.
Em cima do guarda-chuva tem a chuva, tem a chuva.
Que tem gotas tão lindas que até da vontade de comê-las.
No meio do couve-flor, tem a flor, que além de ser uma flor tem sabor.
Dentro do porta-luva tem a luva, tem a luva que alguém de unhas negras e tão afiadas se esqueceu de por...
No fundo do pára-raio tem o raio, tem o raio, que caiu da nuvem egra do temporal.
Todo quadro-negro é todo negro, é todo negro, eu escrevo seu nome nele só pra demonstrar o meu apego.
O bico do beija-flor, beija-flor, eija-flor, e toda fauna flora grita de amor.
Quem segura o porta-estandarte tem a arte, tem a arte.
E aqui passa com raça eletrônico o maracatu atômico.
79'15" - 88'12" - Micelli fala sobre shows e apresenta o bloco Criador e Criatura
88'13" - 92'29" - Bizarre Love Triangle
Composed By Bernard Albrecht/Gillian Gilbert/Peter Hook/Stephen Morris
New Order - Album: Brotherhood - Release Date: 1986
Label: Qwest - http://www.neworderonline.com/
Lyrics
Every time i think of you
I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find
Living a life that I can't leave behind
There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes
And it's what nobody knows
While every day my confusion grows
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say
I feel fine and I feel good
I'm feeling like I never should
Whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say
Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday
I'm not sure what this could mean
I don't think you're what you seem
I do admit to myself
That if I hurt someone else
Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say
I'm feeling like I never should
Whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say
Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday
I'm not sure what this could mean
I don't think you're what you seem
I do admit to myself
That if I hurt someone else
Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say
92'30" - 94'25" - Bizarre Love Triangle
Composed By Bernard Albrecht/Gillian Gilbert/Peter Hook/Stephen Morris
Frente! - Album: Marvin the Album - Release Date: 1992
Label: White - http://www.ozmusic-central.com.au/ozlinks/F/Frente/
94'26" - 98'39" - Micelli apresenta o bloco Mini Especial com a banda The Cure
Mini-Especial: The Cure
All the songs composed By Robert Smith except
(a) with Simon Gallup/Porl Thompson/Lol Tolhurst/Mike Williams
(b) with Perry Bamonte/Simon Gallup/Porl Thompson/Mike Williams
(c) with Simon Gallup/Mathieu Hartley/Lol Tolhurst
Label: Elektra except (d) Fiction - http://www.thecure.com/
98'40" - 101'51" - Why Cant I Be You (a/d)
Album: Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me - Release Date: 1987
Lyrics
You're so gorgeous I'll do anything
I'll kiss you from your feet
To where your head begins
You're so perfect you're so right as rain
You make me
Make me hungry again
Composed By Bernard Albrecht/Gillian Gilbert/Peter Hook/Stephen Morris
Frente! - Album: Marvin the Album - Release Date: 1992
Label: White - http://www.ozmusic-central.com.au/ozlinks/F/Frente/
94'26" - 98'39" - Micelli apresenta o bloco Mini Especial com a banda The Cure
All the songs composed By Robert Smith except
(a) with Simon Gallup/Porl Thompson/Lol Tolhurst/Mike Williams
(b) with Perry Bamonte/Simon Gallup/Porl Thompson/Mike Williams
(c) with Simon Gallup/Mathieu Hartley/Lol Tolhurst
Label: Elektra except (d) Fiction - http://www.thecure.com/
98'40" - 101'51" - Why Cant I Be You (a/d)
Album: Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me - Release Date: 1987
Lyrics
You're so gorgeous I'll do anything
I'll kiss you from your feet
To where your head begins
You're so perfect you're so right as rain
You make me
Make me hungry again
Everything you do is irresistable
Everything you do is simply kissable
Why can't I be you?
Everything you do is simply kissable
Why can't I be you?
I'll run around in circles
Til I run out of breath
I'll eat you all up
Or I'll just hug you to death
You're so wonderful
Too good to be true
You make me
Make me hungry for you
Til I run out of breath
I'll eat you all up
Or I'll just hug you to death
You're so wonderful
Too good to be true
You make me
Make me hungry for you
Everything you do is simply delicate
Everything you do is quite angelicate
Why can't I be you?
Everything you do is quite angelicate
Why can't I be you?
You turn my head when you turn around
You turn the whole world upside down
I'm smitten I'm bitten I'm hooked I'm cooked
I'm stuck like glue
You make me
Make me hungry for you
You turn the whole world upside down
I'm smitten I'm bitten I'm hooked I'm cooked
I'm stuck like glue
You make me
Make me hungry for you
Everything you do is simply dreamy
Everything you do is quite delicious
Why can't I be you?
Why can't I be you?
Why can't I be you?
Everything you do is quite delicious
Why can't I be you?
Why can't I be you?
Why can't I be you?
101'52" - 105'14" - High (b)
Album: Wish - Release Date: Apr 21, 1992
Lyrics
When I see you sky as a kite
As high as I might
I can't get that high
The how you move
The way you burst the clouds
It makes me want to try
When I see you sticky as lips
As licky as trips
I can't lick that far
But when you pout
The way you shout out loud
It makes me want to start
And when I see you happy as a girl
That swims in a world of magic show
It makes me bite my fingers through
To think I could've let you go
As licky as trips
I can't lick that far
But when you pout
The way you shout out loud
It makes me want to start
And when I see you happy as a girl
That swims in a world of magic show
It makes me bite my fingers through
To think I could've let you go
And when I see you
Take the same sweet steps
You used to take
I say I'll keep on holding you
My arms so tight
I'll never let you slip away
Take the same sweet steps
You used to take
I say I'll keep on holding you
My arms so tight
I'll never let you slip away
And when I see you kitten as a cat
Yeah as smitten as that
I can't get that small
The way you fur
The how you purr
It makes me want to paw you all
And when I see you happy as a girl
That lives in a world of make-believe
It makes me pull my hair all out
To think I could've let you leave
Yeah as smitten as that
I can't get that small
The way you fur
The how you purr
It makes me want to paw you all
And when I see you happy as a girl
That lives in a world of make-believe
It makes me pull my hair all out
To think I could've let you leave
And when I see you
Take the same sweet steps
You used to take
I know I'll keep on holding you
In arms so tight
They'll never let you go
Take the same sweet steps
You used to take
I know I'll keep on holding you
In arms so tight
They'll never let you go
105'15" - 110'00" - A Forest (c)
Album: Seventeen Seconds - Release Date: May 1980
Lyrics
Come closer and see
see into the trees
find the girl
while you can
Come closer and see
see into the dark
just follow your eyes
just follow your eyes
see into the trees
find the girl
while you can
Come closer and see
see into the dark
just follow your eyes
just follow your eyes
I hear her voice
calling my name
the sound is deep
in the dark
I hear her voice
and start to run
into the trees
into the trees
calling my name
the sound is deep
in the dark
I hear her voice
and start to run
into the trees
into the trees
into the trees
Suddenly I stop
but i know it's too late
I'm lost in a forest
all alone
The girl was never there
it's always the same
I'm running towards nothing
again and again and again
but i know it's too late
I'm lost in a forest
all alone
The girl was never there
it's always the same
I'm running towards nothing
again and again and again
110'01" - 112'54" - Inbetween Days
Album: The Head on the Door - Release Date: 1985
Lyrics
Yesterday i got so old
I felt like i could die
Yesterday i got so old
It made me want to cry
Go on go on
Just walk away
Your choice is made
Go on go on
And disappear
Go on go on
Away from here
And i know i was wrong
When i said it was true
That it couldn't be me and be her
Inbetween without you
Without you
Yesterday i got so scared
I shivered like a child
Yesterday away from you
It froze me deep inside
Come back come back
Don't walk away
Come back come back
Come back today
Come back come back
Why can't you see
Come back come back
Come back to me
I shivered like a child
Yesterday away from you
It froze me deep inside
Come back come back
Don't walk away
Come back come back
Come back today
Come back come back
Why can't you see
Come back come back
Come back to me
And i know i was wrong
When i said it was true
That it couldn't be me and be her
Inbetween without you
Without you
112'55" - 118'27" - Micelli encerra o programa falando sobre os 25 anos de War do U2
When i said it was true
That it couldn't be me and be her
Inbetween without you
Without you
Composed By Bono/Adam Clayton/The Edge/Larry Mullen, Jr.
U2 - Album: War - Release Date: Feb 28, 1983
Label: Island - http://www.u2.com/
Lyrics
Yes...
I cant believe the news today
Oh, I cant close my eyes and make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...
Oh, I cant close my eyes and make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...
cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...
Tonight...
Broken bottles under childrens feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I wont heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I wont heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday bloody sunday...)
(allright lets go!)
Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday bloody sunday...)
(allright lets go!)
And the battles just begun
Theres many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
Theres many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...
cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...
Tonight...
Tonight...
Tonight...
Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
Tonight
Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
(come get some!)
Tonight
Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
(come get some!)
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
(sunday, bloody sunday)
I wipe your blood shot eyes
(sunday, bloody sunday)
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
(sunday, bloody sunday)
I wipe your blood shot eyes
(sunday, bloody sunday)
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
(here I come!)
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
(here I come!)
And its true we are immune
When fact is fiction and tv reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
When fact is fiction and tv reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
The real battle yet begun (sunday, bloody sunday)
To claim the victory jesus won (sunday, bloody sunday)
On...
To claim the victory jesus won (sunday, bloody sunday)
On...
Sunday bloody sunday
Sunday bloody sunday...
Sunday bloody sunday...
