Hinos militares e músicas de guerras

[Mr. Crowley]

Tudo lixo da pior qualidade.

[Fernando Silva]

The morning dew

As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I,
Their armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey swells
Rang out in the foggy dew.
Right proudly high in Dublin town
Hung they out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew.
The bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter-tide
In the springing of the year.
While the world did gaze with deep amaze
At those fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew.
And back through the glen I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see more
But to and fro In my dreams I go
And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled Oh, glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew

[Apáte]

[center]"CADAFAU"[/center]


Cadafau, cadafau, cadafau,

Fau, fau, fau, fau,

Onglei, onglei, onglei,

Biribitionglei

Biribitionglei

Cadafau, cadafau,

Fau, fau, fau.

[Fernando Silva]

Follow me up to Carlow

http://www.3pintsgone.com/sounds/follow-carlow.mp3

Lift MacCahir Og your face
Brooding o'er the old disgrace
That black FitzWilliam stormed your place,
Drove you to the Fern
Grey said victory was sure
Soon the firebrand he'd secure;
Until he met at Glenmalure
With Feach MacHugh O'Byrne.

Curse and swear Lord Kildare,
Feach will do what Feach will dare
Now FitzWilliam, have a care
Fallen is your star, low.
Up with halberd out with sword
On we'll go for by the lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word,
Follow me up to Carlow.

See the swords of Glen Imayle,
Flashing o'er the English pale
See all the children of the Gael,
Beneath O'Byrne's banners
Rooster of the fighting stock,
Would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock,
Fly up and teach him manners.

From Tassagart to Clonmore,
There flows a stream of Saxon gore
Oh, great is Rory Oge O'More,
At sending loons to Hades.
White is sick and Lane is fled,
Now for black FitzWilliam's head
We'll send it over, dripping red,
To Liza and her ladies.

[RicardoVitor]

Rap das Armas

Autores: Cidinho e Doca

Parapapapapapapapapa
Paparapaparapapara clack bum
Parapapapapapapapapa

Morro do Dendê é ruim de invadir
Nois, com os Alemão, vamo se diverti
Porque no Dendê eu vo dizer como é que é
Aqui não tem mole nem pra DRE
Pra subir aqui no moro até a BOPE treme
Não tem mole pro exército civil nem pra PM
Eu dou o maior conceito para os amigos meus
Mais Morro Do Dendê Também é terra de Deus

Fé em Deus, DJ
Vamo lá

Parapapapapapapapapa
Parapapapapapapapapa
Paparapaparapapara clack bum
Parapapapapapapapapa

Morro do Dendê é ruim de invadir
Nois, com os alemão, vamo se diverti
Porque no Dendê eu vo dizer como é que é
Aqui não tem mole nem pra DRE
Pra subir aqui no morro até a BOPE treme
Não tem mole pro exército civil nem pra PM
Eu dou o maior conceito para os amigos meus
Mas morro do Dendê também é terra de Deus

Vem um de AR15 e outro de 12 na mão
Vem mais um de pistola e outro com 2oitão
Um vai de URU na frente escotando o camburão
Tem mais dois na retaguarda mas tão de Crock na mão
Amigos que eu não esqueço nem deixo pra depois
Lá vem dois irmãozinho de 762
Dando tiro pro alto só pra fazer teste
De ina-ingratek, pisto-uzi ou de winchester
É que eles são bandido ruim e ninguém trabalha
De AK47 e na outra mão a metralha
Esse rap é maneiro eu digo pra vocês,
Quem é aqueles cara de M16
A vizinhaça dessa massa já diz que não agüenta
Nas entradas da favela já tem ponto 50
E se tu toma um pá, será que você grita
Seja de ponto 50 ou então de ponto 30
Mas se for Alemão eu não deixo pra amanhã
Acabo com o safado dou-lhe um tiro de pazã
Porque esses Alemão são tudo safado
Vem de garrucha velha dá dois tiro e sai voado
E se não for de revolver eu quebro na porrada
E finalizo o rap detonando de granada

Parapapapapapapapapa, valeu
Paparapaparapapara clack bum

Vem um de AR15 e outro de 12 na mão
Vem mais um de pistola e outro com 2oitão
Um de URU na frente escotando o camburão
Tem mais dois na retaguarda mas tão de Crock na mão
Amigos que eu não esqueço nem deixo pra depois
Lá vem dois irmãozinho de 762
Dando tiro pro alto só pra fazer teste
De ina-ingratek, pisto uzi ou de winchester
A vizinhaça dessa massa já diz que não agüenta
Nas entradas da favela já tem ponto 50
E se tu toma um pá será que você grita
Seja de ponto 50 ou então de ponto 30
Esse rap é maneiro eu digo pra vocês
Quem é aqueles cara de M16
Mas se for Alemão eu não deixo pra amanhã
Acabo com o safado dou-lhe um tiro de pazã
Porque esses Alemão são tudo safado
Vem de garrucha velha dá dois tiro e sai voado
E se não for de revolver eu quebro na porrada
E finalizo o rap detonando de granada

Parapapapapapapapapa
Paparapaparapapara clack bum
Parapapapapapapapapa

[Apáte]

[center]"CADAFAU"[/center]


Cadafau, cadafau, cadafau,

Fau, fau, fau, fau,

Onglei, onglei, onglei,

Biribitionglei

Biribitionglei

Cadafau, cadafau,

Fau, fau, fau.

Versão Musicada...

http://www.geocities.com/carrossel_de_p ... adafau.htm

É uma música infantil, mas também era o Grito de Guerra do Colégio Militar de Recife, acho.
http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm= ... 5817318958

[Fedidovisk]

[center]"CADAFAU"[/center]


Cadafau, cadafau, cadafau,

Fau, fau, fau, fau,

Onglei, onglei, onglei,

Biribitionglei

Biribitionglei

Cadafau, cadafau,

Fau, fau, fau.

Versão Musicada...

http://www.geocities.com/carrossel_de_p ... adafau.htm

[Fedidovisk]

O Bope Vai te Pegar
Tropa de Elite

Você que me ouve, preste muita atenção:
Eu estou chegando, chegando, chegando(aaaaahhh)
E ai!? Mandou me chamar?
(MuhuHahahAha)(muahahahahahaha)

O BOpE vai te pegar!
O BOpE vai te pegar!

Homens de Preto, qual é sua missão?
Entrar pela favela e deixar corpos no chão!
Homens de Preto, que é que você faz?
Eu faço coisas que assusta o Satanás!

BOpE vai te pegar! (Pega daqui, pega de lá)
BOpE vai te pegar! (Pega daqui, pega de lá)

Cachorro latindo,
criança chorando,
vagabundo vazando!
É o BOpE chegando!

Cachorro latindo,
criança chorando,
vagabundo vazando!
É o BOpE chegando!
É o BOpE matando!

BOpE vai te pegar! (Pega daqui, pega de lá)
BOpE vai te pegar! (Pega daqui, pega de lá)

Tropa de Elite osso duro de roer!
Pega um, pega geral,
também vai pegar você!

Tropa de Elite osso duro de roer!
Pega um, pega geral,
também vai pegar você!

Bate com o pé,
bate com a mão,
bate com o pau,
o bope é mal, quebra geral.

Cachorro latindo,
criança chorando,
vagabundo vazando!
É o BOpE chegando!

Cachorro latindo,
criança chorando,
vagabundo vazando!
É o BOpE chegando!

Cachorro latindo,
criança chorando,
vagabundo vazando!
É o BOpE chegando!

Cachorro latindo,
criança chorando,
vagabundo vazando!
É o BOpE chegando!
É o BOpE matando!

Homens de Preto qual é sua missão??
Entrar na favela e deixar corpos no chão
Homens de Preto o que é que você faz?
Eu faço as coisas que assustam o Satanás!!

[Apáte]

[center]Blitzkrieg Bop[/center]
Ramones

Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go

They're forming in straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey ho, let's go

Shoot'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all reved up and ready to go

They're forming in straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey ho, let's go

Shoot'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all reved up and ready to go

They're forming in straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go

[RicardoVitor]

Gritos de guerra do Batalhão de Operações Especiais (PMERJ).



O interrogatório é muito fácil de fazer
Pega o favelado e dá porrada até doer
O interrogatório é muito fácil de acabar
Pega o bandido e dá porrada até matar.

Esse sangue é muito bom
Já provei não tem perigo
É melhor do que café
É o sangue do inimigo.

Bandido favelado
Não se varre com vassoura
Se varre com granada
Com fuzil, metralhadora

[Apáte]

[center]We Are The Champions[/center]
Queen

Composição: Freddie Mercury

I've paid my dues
Time after time
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand
Kicked in my face
But I've come through

And we mean I to go on and on and on and on

We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting
Till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the World

I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls
You brought me fame and fortune
And everything that goes with it
I thank you all
But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise
I consider it a challenge before
The whole human race
And I ain't gonna lose

And we mean I to go on and on and on and on

We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting
Till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the World

We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting
Till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions

[Fernando Silva]

Homem de Preto, qual é tua missão?
É invadir favela, deixar corpo no chão!

[Fernando Silva]

Army Dreamers / Kate Bush


B.f.p.o.*
Army dreamers.
Mammys hero.
B.f.p.o.
Mammys hero.

Our little army boy
Is coming home from b.f.p.o.
Ive a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mammys hero.

Mourning in the aerodrome,
The weather warmer, he is colder.
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier.

What could he do?
Should have been a rock star.
But he didnt have the money for a guitar.
What could he do?
Should have been a politician.
But he never had a proper education.
What could he do?
Should have been a father.
But he never even made it to his twenties.
What a waste --
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers.

Tears oer a tin box.
Oh, jesus christ, he wasnt to know,
Like a chicken with a fox,
He couldnt win the war with ego.

Give the kid the pick of pips,
And give him all your stripes and ribbons.
Now hes sitting in his hole,
He might as well have buttons and bows.

What could he do?
Should have been a rock star.
But he didnt have the money for a guitar.
What could he do?
Should have been a politician.
But he never had a proper education.
What could he do?
Should have been a father.
But he never even made it to his twenties.
What a waste --
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of all that
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers, oh...

(b.f.p.o.)
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum...
Army dreamers.
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum...
(mammys hero.)
(b.f.p.o.)
Army dreamers.
(mammys hero.)
(b.f.p.o.)
No harm heroes.
(mammys hero.)
(b.f.p.o.)
Army dreamers.
(mammys hero.)
(b.f.p.o.)
No harm heroes.

[Fernando Silva]

Le deserteur / Boris Vian

Monsieur le Président Je vous fais une lettre Que vous lirez peut-être Si vous avez le temps Je viens de recevoir Mes papiers militaires Pour partir à la guerre Avant mercredi soir Monsieur le Président Je ne veux pas la faire Je ne suis pas sur terre Pour tuer des pauvres gens C’est pas pour vous fâcher Il faut que je vous dise Ma décision est prise Je m’en vais déserter

Depuis que je suis né J’ai vu mourir mon père J’ai vu partir mes frères Et pleurer mes enfants Ma mère a tant souffert Elle est dedans sa tombe Et se moque des bombes Et se moque des vers Quand j’étais prisonnier On m’a volé ma femme On m’a volé mon âme Et tout mon cher passé Demain de bon matin Je fermerai ma porte Au nez des années mortes J’irai sur les chemins

Je mendierai ma vie Sur les routes de France De Bretagne en Provence Et je dirai aux gens : Refusez d’obéir Refusez de la faire N’allez pas à la guerre Refusez de partir S’il faut donner son sang Allez donner le vôtre Vous êtes bon apôtre Monsieur le Président Si vous me poursuivez Prévenez vos gendarmes Que je n’aurai pas d’armes Et qu’ils pourront tirer

[Ahura-Mazda]

La Marseillaise

Allons enfants de la Patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'étendard sanglant est levé.
L'étendard sanglant est levé:
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats!
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras
Égorger vos fils et vos compagnes.
Aux armes citoyens,
Formez vos bataillons.
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons
Que veut cette horde d'esclaves
De traîtres, de rois conjurés?
Pour qui ces ignobles entraves
Ces fers dès longtemps préparés
Ces fers dès longtemps préparés
Français, pour nous, Ah quel outrage
Quel transport il doit exciter!
C'est nous qu'on ose méditer
De rendre à l'antique esclavage
Quoi! Des cohortes étrangères
Feraient la loi dans nos foyers!
Quoi! Ces phalanges mercenaires
Terrasseraient nos fiers guerriers.
Terrasseraient nos fiers guerriers.
Grand Dieu! Par des mains enchaînées
Nos fronts, sous le joug, se ploieraient.
De vils despotes deviendraient
Les maîtres de nos destinées
Tremblez tyrans, et vous perfides
L'opprobe de tous les partis.
Tremblez, vos projets parricides
Vont enfin recevoir leur prix!
Vont enfin recevoir leur prix!
Tout est soldat pour vous combattre.
S'ils tombent nos jeunes héros,
La terre en produit de nouveaux
Contre vous, tous prêts à se battre
Français en guerriers magnanimes
Portez ou retenez vos coups.
Épargnez ces tristes victimes
A regrets s'armant contre nous!
A regrets s'armant contre nous!
Mais ce despote sanguinaire
Mais les complices de Bouillé
Tous les tigres qui sans pitié
Déchirent le sein de leur mère!
Amour Sacré de la Patrie
Conduis, soutiens nos braves vengeurs.
Liberté, Liberté chérie
Combats avec tes défenseurs
Combats avec tes défenseurs
Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire
Accoure à tes mâles accents
Que tes ennemis expirants
Voient ton triomphe et nous, notre gloire
(« Couplet des enfants »)
Nous entrerons dans la carrière
Quand nos aînés n'y seront plus
Nous y trouverons leur poussière
Et la trace de leur vertus!
Et la trace de leur vertus!
Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre
Que de partager leur cercueil.
Nous aurons le sublime orgueil
De les venger ou de les suivre
Aux armes citoyens,
Formez vos bataillons.
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons

[Acauan]

It's a Long Way to Tipperary

Up to mighty London came
An Irish lad one day,
All the streets were paved with gold,
So everyone was gay!
Singing songs of Piccadilly,
Strand, and Leicester Square,
'Til Paddy got excited and
He shouted to them there:

It's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go.
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly,
Farewell Leicester Square!
It's a long long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there.

Paddy wrote a letter
To his Irish Molly O',
Saying, "Should you not receive it,
Write and let me know!
If I make mistakes in "spelling",
Molly dear", said he,
"Remember it's the pen, that's bad,
Don't lay the blame on me".

It's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go.
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly,
Farewell Leicester Square,
It's a long long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there.

Molly wrote a neat reply
To Irish Paddy O',
Saying, "Mike Maloney wants
To marry me, and so
Leave the Strand and Piccadilly,
Or you'll be to blame,
For love has fairly drove me silly,
Hoping you're the same!"

It's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go.
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly,
Farewell Leicester Square,
It's a long long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there.

(Extra wartime verse)

That's the wrong way to tickle Mary,
That's the wrong way to kiss!
Don't you know that over here, lad,
They like it best like this!
Hooray pour le Francais!
Farewell, Angleterre!
We didn't know the way to tickle Mary,
But we learned how, over there!

[Acauan]

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;
“As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal”;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on.

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.

[Acauan]

CANÇÃO DA INFANTARIA

Letra: Hildo Rangel
Música: Thiers Cardoso

Nós somos estes infantes
Cujos peitos amantes
Nunca temem lutar;
Vivemos,
Morremos,
Para o Brasil nos consagrar!

Nós, peitos nunca vencidos
De valor desmedidos,
No fragor da disputa
Mostremos
Que em nossa Pátria temos
Valor imenso
No intenso da luta.

És a nobre Infantaria,
Das armas a rainha,
Por ti daria
A vida minha, e a glória prometida,
Nos campos de batalha,
Está contigo
Ante o inimigo
Pelo fogo da metralha!

És a eterna majestade
Das linhas combatentes,
És a entidade,
Dos mais valentes
Quando o toque da vitória
Marcar nossa alegria
Eu cantarei,
Eu gritarei:
És a nobre Infantaria!

Brasil, te darei com amor,
Toda a seiva e vigor,
Que em meu peito se encerra,
Fuzil!
Servil!
Meu nobre amigo para guerra!

Ó meu amado pendão,
Sagrado pavilhão,
Que a glória conduz!
Com luz
Sublime
Amor se exprime
Se do alto me falas,
Todo roto por balas!

REFRÃO { És a nobre Infantaria...}

[Fedidovisk]

ai meu saco.... ai meu saco...

[Soviete Supremo]

Vietnã
Hinos

Composição: Indisponível

Soldats vietnamiens, nous allons de l'avant,
Mus par une même volonté sauver la patrie.
Nos pas redoublés sonnent sur la route longue et rude.
Notre drapeau, rouge du sang de la victoire, porte l'âme de la nation.
Le lointain grondement des canons rythme les accents de notre marche.
Le chemin de la gloire se pave de cadavres ennemis.
Triomphant des difficultés, ensemble, nous édifions nos bases de résistance.
Jurons de lutter sans rêpit pour la cause du peuple.
Courons vers le champ de bataille!
En avant! Tous ensemble, en avant!
Notre patrie vietnamienne est solide et durable.

Soldats vietnamiens, l'etoile d'or au vent
Conduisant notre peuple et notre patrie hors de la misère et des souffrances.
Unissons nos efforts dans la lutte pour l'édification de la vie nouvelle.
Debout! d'un même élan, rompons nos fers!
Depuis si longtemps, nous avons contenu notre haine!
Soyons prêts à tous les sacrifices et notre vie sera radieuse.
Jurons de lutter sans rêpit pour la cause du peuple.
Courons vers le champ de bataille!
En avant! Tous ensemble, en avant!
Notre patrie vietnamienne est solide et durable.

[Soviete Supremo]

Essa todo mundo conhece...

Era Um Garoto
Engenheiros do Hawaii

Composição: Migliacci / Lusini

Era um garoto
Que como eu
Amava os Beatles
E os Rolling Stones..

Girava o mundo
Sempre a cantar
As coisas lindas
Da América...

Não era belo
Mas mesmo assim
Havia mil garotas à fim
Cantava Help
And Ticket To Ride
Oh Lady Jane, Yesterday...

Cantava viva, à liberdade
Mas uma carta sem esperar
Da sua guitarra, o separou
Fora chamado na América...

Stop! Com Rolling Stones
Stop! Com Beatles songs
Mandado foi ao Vietnã
Lutar com vietcongs...

Tatá-tá tá tá...
Tatá-tá tá tá...
Tatá-tá tá tá...
Tatá-tá tá tá...
Tatá-tá tá tá...
Tatá-tá tá tá...
Tatá-tá tá tá...

Era um garoto
Que como eu!
Amava os Beatles
E os Rolling Stones
Girava o mundo
Mas acabou!
Fazendo a guerra
Do Vietnã...

Cabelos longos
Não usa mais
Nem toca a sua
Guitarra e sim
Um instrumento
Que sempre dá
A mesma nota
Ra-tá-tá-tá...

Não tem amigos
Não vê garotas
Só gente morta
Caindo ao chão
Ao seu país
Não voltará
Pois está morto
No Vietnã...

Stop! Com Rolling Stones
Stop! Com Beatles songs
No peito um coração não há
Mas duas medalhas sim....

Tatá-tá tá tá...
Tatá-tá tá tá...
Tatá-tá tá tá...
Tatá-tá tá tá...
Tatá-tá tá tá...
Tatá-tá tá tá...
Tatá-tá tá tá...

Ra-tá-tá tá-tá ...
Ra-tá-tá tá-tá ...

[Soviete Supremo]

Muito antiga a canção acima. Up to date:

System of a Down - BYOB

Composição: Daron Malakian e Serj Tankian

Why do they always send the poor

Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels
Victorious victories kneel
For brand new spankin' deals

Marching forward hypocritic and
Hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth

Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine

Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions

Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth

Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine

Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine

Blast off
It's party time
And we don't live in a fascist nation

Blast off
It's party time
And where the fuck are you?

Where the fuck are you.
Where the fuck are you.

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?

Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?

Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions

Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth

Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine

Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sun

Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?

Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?

Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?

They always send the poor
They always send the poor

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3Az7JPZ6ZA

[rapha...]

[center]You Will be My Ain True Love

Alisson Krauss e Sting




You'll walk unscathed through musket fire,
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down,
No cutless wound will mark thy face
And you will be my ain true love,
And you will be my ain true love

And as you walk through death's dark veil,
The cannon's thunder can't prevail,
And those who hunt thee down will fail,
And you will be my ain true love,
And you will be my ain true love.

Asleep inside the cannon's mouth,
The captain cries, "Here comes the rout,"
They'll seek to find me north and south,
I've gone to find my ain true love.

The field is cut and bleeds to red.
The cannon balls fly round my head,
The infirmary man may count me dead,
When I've gone to find my ain true love,
I've gone to find my ain true love
[/center]


Música linda, da trilha sonora de um filme mais ou menos.

[Soviete Supremo]

Mais uma:


Serj Tankian - Empty Walls lyrics

Your empty walls...
Your empty walls...
Pretentious attention
Dismissive aprehension
Don't waste your time, on coffins today
When we decline, from the confines of our mind
Don't waste your time, on coffins today

Don't you see their bodies burning?
Desolate and full of yearning
Dying of anticipation
Choking from intoxication

Don't you see their bodies burning?
Desolate and full of yearning
Dying of anticipation
Choking from intoxication

I want you
To be
Left behind those empty walls
Don't
You see
From behind those empty walls

Those empty walls
When we decline, from the confines of our mind
Don't waste your time, on coffins today

Don't you see their bodies burning?
Desolate and full of yearning
Dying of anticipation
Choking from intoxication

Don't you see their bodies burning?
Desolate and full of yearning
Dying of anticipation
Choking from intoxication

I want you
To be
Left behind those empty walls
Don't
You see
From behind those empty walls
Want you to be
Left behind those empty walls
Don't
You see
From behind those empty walls

From behind those empty walls
From behind those empty walls
The walls
From behind those empty walls

I loved you, yes
Though they be
For you killed my family

Don't you see their bodies burning?
Desolate and full of yearning
Dying of anticipation
Choking from intoxication

Don't you see their bodies burning?
Desolate and full of yearning
Dying of anticipation
Choking from intoxication

I want you
To be
Left behind those empty walls
Told you
To see
From behind those empty walls
Want you to be, left behind those empty walls
Told you
To see
From behind those empty walls
From behind those empty walls
From behind those fucked up walls
From behind those God damn walls
Those walls...
Those walls...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZSKvSz1roQ

[Johnny]

Canção da EsPCEx

Composição: Indisponível

I
No azul do firmamento,
Cintilante apareceu
A estrela abençoada
Da Escola que venceu

II
EPC és gloriosa.
Tua marcha é triunfal.
Os alunos vão chegando
Com seu garbo marcial.

III
Certos de que venceremos
Luta mesmo desigual,
Ombro a ombro marcharemos
Para conquistar nosso ideal.

IV
Teu destino está traçado,
EPC nasceste pra vencer.
Com seu garbo varonil,
Ó, aluno, sempre avante
Para maior glória do Brasil.
Hurra!