<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:30:38.901Z</updated><title type='text'>Som +</title><subtitle type='html'>Ano III</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-6726806888957500015</id><published>2009-01-08T09:11:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:17:24.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o1] The Postal Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gEILFf2XSrM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gEILFf2XSrM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WE WILL BECOME SILHOUETTES-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a cupboard with cans of food,&lt;br /&gt;filtered water, and pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not coming out until this is all over.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm looking through the glass&lt;br /&gt;Where the light bends at the cracks&lt;br /&gt;And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;Pretending the echoes belong to someone&lt;br /&gt;Someone I used to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go&lt;br /&gt;ba ba ba ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to walk through the empty streets&lt;br /&gt;And feel something constant under my feet,&lt;br /&gt;But all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors&lt;br /&gt;Because the air outside will make&lt;br /&gt;Our cells divide at an alarming rate&lt;br /&gt;Until our shells simply cannot hold&lt;br /&gt;All our insides in,&lt;br /&gt;And that's when we'll explode&lt;br /&gt;(And it won't be a pretty sight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go&lt;br /&gt;ba ba ba ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give Up, The Postal Service - 2003&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-6726806888957500015?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/6726806888957500015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=6726806888957500015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/6726806888957500015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/6726806888957500015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2009/01/q32o1-postal-service.html' title='[Q3.2/o1] The Postal Service'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-336488156536779054</id><published>2008-11-15T19:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:11:11.455Z</updated><title type='text'>[Q1.2/o1] Rock &amp; Vários</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aer9P5KtkVE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aer9P5KtkVE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CRISTINA (BELEZA É FUNDAMENTAL)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abriste uma excepção só para ele &lt;br /&gt;A vida tem destas coisas &lt;br /&gt;Pensaste que para ti era um amigo &lt;br /&gt;Mas não te via assim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que te guardaste só para ele &lt;br /&gt;Ficaste sempre à espera &lt;br /&gt;Estás cansada de tanto tempo esperar &lt;br /&gt;Agora és uma fera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristina não vais levar a mal &lt;br /&gt;mas beleza é fundamental &lt;br /&gt;Cristina não vais levar a mal &lt;br /&gt;mas beleza é fundamental &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa imagem da tua cama está &lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem real &lt;br /&gt;E as coisas que me contaste têm para ti &lt;br /&gt;valor emocional &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tu não precisas de protecção &lt;br /&gt;És dona de ti mesma &lt;br /&gt;Já não tens que ter medo da escuridão &lt;br /&gt;Nem de te deitares cedo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristina não vais levar a mal &lt;br /&gt;mas beleza é fundamental &lt;br /&gt;Cristina não vais levar a mal &lt;br /&gt;mas beleza é fundamental &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roquivários, Rock &amp; Vários- 1982&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-336488156536779054?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/336488156536779054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=336488156536779054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/336488156536779054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/336488156536779054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2008/11/q12o1-rock-vrios.html' title='[Q1.2/o1] Rock &amp; Vários'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-7086178688896258501</id><published>2008-09-28T03:07:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:13:38.168Z</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o1] The Killers</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3zg0wH2RWdo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3zg0wH2RWdo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HUMAN-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my best to notice&lt;br /&gt;when the call came down the line&lt;br /&gt;up to the platform of surrender&lt;br /&gt;I was brought but I was kind&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes I get nervous&lt;br /&gt;when I see an open door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes, clear your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut the cord &lt;br /&gt;are we human or are we dancer&lt;br /&gt;my sign is vital, my hands are cold&lt;br /&gt;and I'm on my knees looking for the answer&lt;br /&gt;are we human or are we dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pay my respects to grace and virtue&lt;br /&gt;send my condolences to good&lt;br /&gt;give my regards to soul and romance&lt;br /&gt;they always did the best they could&lt;br /&gt;and so long to devotion, you taught me everything I know&lt;br /&gt;wave good bye, wish me well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta let me go&lt;br /&gt;are we human or are we dancer&lt;br /&gt;my sign is vital, my hands are cold&lt;br /&gt;and I'm on my knees looking for the answer&lt;br /&gt;are we human or are we dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will your system be alright&lt;br /&gt;when you dream of home tonight&lt;br /&gt;there is no message were receiving&lt;br /&gt;let me know is your heart still beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we human or are we dancer&lt;br /&gt;my sign is vital, my hands are cold&lt;br /&gt;and I'm on my knees looking for the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've gotta let me know&lt;br /&gt;are we human or are we dancer&lt;br /&gt;my sign is vital, my hands are cold&lt;br /&gt;and I'm on my knees looking for the answer&lt;br /&gt;are we human&lt;br /&gt;or are we dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we human or are we dancer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we human or are we dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day &amp; Age, The Killers- 2008&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-7086178688896258501?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/7086178688896258501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=7086178688896258501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/7086178688896258501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/7086178688896258501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2008/09/q32o1-killers.html' title='[Q3.2/o1] The Killers'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-2707628617466698462</id><published>2008-09-06T00:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:20:53.928Z</updated><title type='text'>[Q1.1/o2] Victoria Beckham</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zm3H9rjIG4Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zm3H9rjIG4Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MIND OF IT'S OWN-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, slow down, take a deep breath (ooh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Stop, slow down, take a deep breath (na na na na na)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at you and I know you're trouble&lt;br /&gt;I should run just fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;One smile, game over&lt;br /&gt;Here in front of you I stand&lt;br /&gt;I know you're only gonna burst my bubble&lt;br /&gt;Trouble is my heart don't care&lt;br /&gt;It's ignoring all the danger signs&lt;br /&gt;Stop, Slow down, take a deep breath, beware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not willing to be so fearless, careless, just yet&lt;br /&gt;Once bitten, twice shy, is what you get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hearts got a mind of it's own&lt;br /&gt;Won't listen to a word I say&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it know that I get hurt too&lt;br /&gt;When it acts that way&lt;br /&gt;Cos When it breaks I break &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much more of this I can take&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it know that I get hurt too&lt;br /&gt;When it acts that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many times I've witnessed&lt;br /&gt;My heart make a fool of itself&lt;br /&gt;So sure it's gonna turn out one way&lt;br /&gt;Always turns out being somethin' else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hearts got a real malfunction&lt;br /&gt;Always flippin' into over ride&lt;br /&gt;When I tell it to be sensible&lt;br /&gt;It over rules my cynical mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not willing to be so open, transparent, no not yet&lt;br /&gt;Once bitten twice shy, is what you get&lt;br /&gt;(But here in front of you, there's nothin I can do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hearts got a mind of it's own&lt;br /&gt;Won't listen to a word I say&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it know that I get hurt too&lt;br /&gt;When it acts that way&lt;br /&gt;Cos When it breaks I break &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much more of this I can take&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it know that I get hurt too&lt;br /&gt;When it acts that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hearts got a mind of it's own&lt;br /&gt;Won't listen to a word I say (word I say)&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it know that I get hurt too (hurt too)&lt;br /&gt;When it acts that way&lt;br /&gt;Cos When it breaks I break &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much more of this I can take&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know how much more of this I can take)&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it know that I get hurt too&lt;br /&gt;When it acts that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, slow down, take a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;Think about what I'm doin'&lt;br /&gt;Think about once bitten, twice shy&lt;br /&gt;Stop, slow down, take a second&lt;br /&gt;Before you rush right in&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be my tears you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hearts got a mind of it's own (of it's own)&lt;br /&gt;Won't listen to a word I say&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it know that I get hurt too&lt;br /&gt;When it acts that way (when it acts that way)&lt;br /&gt;Cos When it breaks I break (I break)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much more of this I can take&lt;br /&gt;(More of this I can take)&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it know that I get hurt too (get hurt too)&lt;br /&gt;When it acts that way (when it acts that way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hearts got a mind of it's own (mind of it's own)&lt;br /&gt;Won't listen to a word I say&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it know that I get hurt too&lt;br /&gt;(Doesn't it know that I get hurt too)&lt;br /&gt;When it acts that way (when it acts that way)&lt;br /&gt;Cos when it breaks I break (Cos when it breaks I break)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much more of this I can take&lt;br /&gt;(More of this I can take)&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it know that I get hurt too&lt;br /&gt;When it acts that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hearts got a mind of it's own&lt;br /&gt;My hearts got a mind of it's own&lt;br /&gt;Stop, slow down, take a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;[Fade]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Victoria Beckham(VB), Victoria Beckham - 2002&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-2707628617466698462?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/2707628617466698462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=2707628617466698462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2707628617466698462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2707628617466698462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2008/09/q11o2-victoria-adams-beckam.html' title='[Q1.1/o2] Victoria Beckham'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-808086607052449538</id><published>2008-08-31T03:22:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:24:28.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q1.1/o2] Mike Oldfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WUdd9jrTKpw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WUdd9jrTKpw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TO FRANCE- (Voz: Maggie Reilly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking on water,&lt;br /&gt;Sailing a restless sea&lt;br /&gt;From a memory,&lt;br /&gt;A fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;The wind carries&lt;br /&gt;Into white water,&lt;br /&gt;Far from the islands.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you're&lt;br /&gt;Never going to get to France.&lt;br /&gt;Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you?&lt;br /&gt;Never going to get to France.&lt;br /&gt;Could a new romance ever bind you?&lt;br /&gt;Walking on foreign ground,&lt;br /&gt;Like a shadow,&lt;br /&gt;Roaming in far off&lt;br /&gt;Territory.&lt;br /&gt;Over your shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;Stories unfold, you're&lt;br /&gt;Searching for sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;You know you're&lt;br /&gt;Never going to get to France...&lt;br /&gt;I see a picture&lt;br /&gt;By the lamp's flicker.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how&lt;br /&gt;Dreams fade and shimmer?&lt;br /&gt;Never going to get to France...&lt;br /&gt;I see a picture&lt;br /&gt;By the lamp's flicker.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how&lt;br /&gt;Dreams fade and shimmer?&lt;br /&gt;Never going to get to France...&lt;br /&gt;Never going to get to France.&lt;br /&gt;Never going to...&lt;br /&gt;Never going to get to France.&lt;br /&gt;Never going to...&lt;br /&gt;Never going to get to France.&lt;br /&gt;Never going to... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Discovery, Mike Oldfield - 1984&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-808086607052449538?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/808086607052449538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=808086607052449538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/808086607052449538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/808086607052449538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2008/08/q11o1-mike-oldfield.html' title='[Q1.1/o2] Mike Oldfield'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-7932207062411192307</id><published>2008-08-30T05:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T05:31:09.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q2.2/o2] Manic Street Preachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUaytvw9AaM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUaytvw9AaM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- LITTLE BABY NOTHING - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one likes looking at you&lt;br /&gt;Your lack of ego offends male mentality&lt;br /&gt;They need your innocence&lt;br /&gt;To steal vacant love and to destroy&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty and virginity used like toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is dead, everybody loves me&lt;br /&gt;Wants a slice of me&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly passive and compatible&lt;br /&gt;Need to belong, oh the roads are scarey&lt;br /&gt;So hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your only possession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used, used, used by men&lt;br /&gt;Used, used, used by men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they leave behind is money&lt;br /&gt;Paper made out of broken twisted trees&lt;br /&gt;Your pretty face offends&lt;br /&gt;Because its something real that I cant touch&lt;br /&gt;Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God reached me, faded films and loving books&lt;br /&gt;Black and white tv&lt;br /&gt;All the world does not exist for me&lt;br /&gt;And if Im starving, you can feed me lollipops&lt;br /&gt;Your diet will crush me&lt;br /&gt;My life just an old mans memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little baby nothing&lt;br /&gt;Loveless slavery, lips kissing empty&lt;br /&gt;Dress your life in loathing&lt;br /&gt;Breaking your mind with barbie doll futility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little baby nothing&lt;br /&gt;Sexually free, made-up to breakup&lt;br /&gt;Assassinated beauty&lt;br /&gt;Moths broken up, quenched at last&lt;br /&gt;The vermin allowed a thought to pass them by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pure, you are snow&lt;br /&gt;We are the useless sluts that they mould&lt;br /&gt;Rock n roll is our epiphany&lt;br /&gt;Culture, alienation, boredom and despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pure, you are snow&lt;br /&gt;We are the useless sluts that they mould&lt;br /&gt;Rock n roll is our epiphany&lt;br /&gt;Culture, alienation, boredom and despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Generation Terrorists, Manic Street Preachers - 1992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-7932207062411192307?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/7932207062411192307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=7932207062411192307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/7932207062411192307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/7932207062411192307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2008/08/q22o2-manic-street-preachers.html' title='[Q2.2/o2] Manic Street Preachers'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-3142786634160377048</id><published>2008-08-30T04:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T04:40:18.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.1/o3] Josh Rouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/psvwcGVokbY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/psvwcGVokbY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SWEETIE -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy dreamers on a Winter's night&lt;br /&gt;making plans of the Spring&lt;br /&gt;Paint a picture while I put away my clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crooked couple standing side by side&lt;br /&gt;Is that you? Is that me?&lt;br /&gt;Life in circles, and we dream up someplace to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll sleep on rooftops&lt;br /&gt;We'll ride on bicycles&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we'll get married&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want to, Sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much talent you're not fit for this world&lt;br /&gt;As an actress, there's no screen&lt;br /&gt;A couple movies, now you're stuck in this Broadway show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sink full of dishes and a dirty face&lt;br /&gt;Where's the passion? Talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;Life in circles, then we turn the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll sleep on rooftops&lt;br /&gt;We'll ride on bicycles&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we'll get married&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want to, Sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear some music&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the street down below&lt;br /&gt;And the melody carries&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you sing with me, Sweetie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you sing with me&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;La&lt;br /&gt;(repete)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I can love you&lt;br /&gt;Just like you deserve to be&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what's your feeling&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want to, Sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear pretty, pretty music&lt;br /&gt;coming from the street down below&lt;br /&gt;And the melody carries&lt;br /&gt;Won't you sing with me, Sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll walk down boardwalks&lt;br /&gt;We'll ride on bicycles&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we'll get married&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want to, sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want to, sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want to, sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Country Mouse, City House, Josh Rouse - 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-3142786634160377048?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/3142786634160377048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=3142786634160377048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/3142786634160377048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/3142786634160377048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2008/08/q31o3-josh-rouse.html' title='[Q3.1/o3] Josh Rouse'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-4745563132942121389</id><published>2008-07-21T20:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:02:08.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o1] The Doves</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ygIR20cjGE&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ygIR20cjGE&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POUNDING -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand by, see you destroyed&lt;br /&gt;I can't be here and watch you burnin out&lt;br /&gt;lie for a moment and lie as a decoy&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if I give in easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is it so hard to get by? (and I said)&lt;br /&gt;we so down&lt;br /&gt;but it's now or never baby&lt;br /&gt;we don't mind&lt;br /&gt;if this don't last forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the light&lt;br /&gt;but it won't last forever&lt;br /&gt;seize the time&lt;br /&gt;cause it's now or never, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's leave at sunrise&lt;br /&gt;let's live by the ocean&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if we, never come home( at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's give 'em warnings&lt;br /&gt;to set in motion&lt;br /&gt;in and out of love and institutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I know this can't last for long&lt;br /&gt;we so down&lt;br /&gt;but it's now or never baby&lt;br /&gt;we don't mind&lt;br /&gt;if this don't last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the light&lt;br /&gt;but it won't last forever&lt;br /&gt;seize the time&lt;br /&gt;cause it's now or never, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why, is it so hard to get by?&lt;br /&gt;We so down &lt;br /&gt;and this can't last forever&lt;br /&gt;we don't mind&lt;br /&gt;cause it's now or never, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Last Broadcast , The Doves - 2002&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-4745563132942121389?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/4745563132942121389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=4745563132942121389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/4745563132942121389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/4745563132942121389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2008/06/q.html' title='[Q3.2/o1] The Doves'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-693003352616480392</id><published>2008-06-27T21:50:00.020+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T04:19:32.931+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o1] Los Tulipanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5PijKFxNCk0&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5PijKFxNCk0&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- EL ANGEL -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso empezó aquella tarde que yo a la&lt;br /&gt;morocha&lt;br /&gt;Después de un par de cartitas la&lt;br /&gt;fui a visitar &lt;br /&gt;Me tomé como 10 coletivos y&lt;br /&gt;en medio de la fiesta &lt;br /&gt;Llegó el marido, no&lt;br /&gt;pude escapar. &lt;br /&gt;Eso ni ahí se compara cuando&lt;br /&gt;fui de picning &lt;br /&gt;Y en medio de Palermo empezó&lt;br /&gt;a llover &lt;br /&gt;Junté los sanduches de salame y la&lt;br /&gt;caja de vino &lt;br /&gt;Llegó la policia,&lt;br /&gt;empecé a correr. &lt;br /&gt;Cruzando la vía te&lt;br /&gt;juro, que yo no vi el tren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora estoy aquí, sentado en una nube&lt;br /&gt;Ya soy un ángel, no puedo volver &lt;br /&gt;Y desde aquí te doy sólo un consejo hermano&lt;br /&gt;"Cuida bien tu vida que en el cielo no existe el placer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: &lt;br /&gt;Porque en el cielo no hay Vino y cerveza&lt;br /&gt;No hay milanesa &lt;br /&gt;No hay pizza y café &lt;br /&gt;Porque en el cielo no hay &lt;br /&gt;Plantitas verdes &lt;br /&gt;No hay tortas fritas &lt;br /&gt;No hay coca y fernet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llegué al paraíso&lt;br /&gt;hablé con San Pedro &lt;br /&gt;Yo quería un poco de vino y una mujer &lt;br /&gt;Pero San Pedro enojado me dijo: &lt;br /&gt;"Hijo mio, si querés joda, mi amigo, hablá con Moisés"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moisés me dijo: &lt;br /&gt;"En el cielo no existe el placer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: &lt;br /&gt;Porque en el cielo no hay &lt;br /&gt;Vino y cerveza&lt;br /&gt;No hay Milanesa no,&lt;br /&gt;No hay coca y fernet &lt;br /&gt;No hay coca y fernet &lt;br /&gt;No hay coca y fernet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Los Tulipanes , Los Tulipanes- 1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-693003352616480392?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/693003352616480392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=693003352616480392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/693003352616480392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/693003352616480392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2008/06/q32o1.html' title='[Q3.2/o1] Los Tulipanes'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-6742462679077045062</id><published>2008-05-20T04:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:56:07.094+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q1.2/o2] Sandra</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VZbk86x-GxM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VZbk86x-GxM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me - want my love. Talk to me - but not that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;You ain't get enough using my love.&lt;br /&gt;You call for me&lt;br /&gt;again I'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of the night -&lt;br /&gt;You lose control and sell your soul -&lt;br /&gt;I lose control in the heat of the night -&lt;br /&gt;It's much too late to leave the trade -&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stand it anymore -&lt;br /&gt;You lose your heart and sell your soul -&lt;br /&gt;I lose control in the heat of the night -&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of the night -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me - want my love. Talk to me - but not that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Who's on my side losing my pride?&lt;br /&gt;You call for me&lt;br /&gt;again I'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of the night - . . .&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of the night -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of the night - . . .&lt;br /&gt;You lose your heart and sell your soul -&lt;br /&gt;It's much too late to leave the trade -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Long Play, Sandra- 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-6742462679077045062?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/6742462679077045062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=6742462679077045062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/6742462679077045062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/6742462679077045062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2008/08/q12o2-sandra.html' title='[Q1.2/o2] Sandra'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-8482030992351277844</id><published>2008-04-19T02:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T04:01:10.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.1/o1] Plain White T's</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbJtYqBYCV8&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbJtYqBYCV8&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- HEY THERE DELILAH -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;What's it like in New York City?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;But girl tonight you look so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do&lt;br /&gt;Time Square can't shine as bright as you&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;br /&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my voice it's my disguise&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;br /&gt;But just believe me girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;br /&gt;We'll have it good&lt;br /&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;br /&gt;My word is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;br /&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;[ Hey There Delilah lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;br /&gt;I'd write it all&lt;br /&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;br /&gt;We'd have it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;br /&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;br /&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;br /&gt;And we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;br /&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;br /&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;br /&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;br /&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;And you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;br /&gt;You know it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;br /&gt;This ones for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Every Second Counts, Plain White T's- 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-8482030992351277844?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/8482030992351277844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=8482030992351277844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/8482030992351277844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/8482030992351277844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2008/04/q31o1-plain-white-ts.html' title='[Q3.1/o1] Plain White T&apos;s'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-108302194355956212</id><published>2008-04-19T01:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T04:00:13.422+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o1] Camera Obscura</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ztIWgEO0vRc&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ztIWgEO0vRc&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- IF LOOKS COULD KILL - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where it all went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can make it better&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where it all went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that you really upset her&lt;br /&gt;When you act like a man who is cross with every woman he's never had&lt;br /&gt;If it's true looks could kill and you will be the first to make me mad&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll have to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the kind of fate you could contemplate&lt;br /&gt;A breakdown at my very sight&lt;br /&gt;I promise hidden words of tenderness in every single line that I write&lt;br /&gt;Still you act like a man who is cross with every woman he's never had&lt;br /&gt;If it's true looks could kill and you will be the first to make me mad&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll have to go&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll have to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true looks can kill&lt;br /&gt;Is it true looks can kill&lt;br /&gt;Is it true looks can kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Let's Get Out Of This Country, Camera Obscura- 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-108302194355956212?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/108302194355956212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=108302194355956212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/108302194355956212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/108302194355956212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2008/04/q32o1-camera-obscura.html' title='[Q3.2/o1] Camera Obscura'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-960510964308841799</id><published>2008-04-19T01:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:59:18.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o1] Linkin' Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hs5ExzpwEE4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hs5ExzpwEE4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SHADOW OF THE DAY -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close both locks below the window&lt;br /&gt;I close both blinds and turn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes solutions aren't so simple&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes good bye's the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;The sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shadow of the day&lt;br /&gt;Will embrace the world in grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;[End Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cards and flowers on your window&lt;br /&gt;Your friends all plead for you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes good bye's the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;The sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shadow of the day&lt;br /&gt;Will embrace the world in grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shadow of the day&lt;br /&gt;Will embrace the world in grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shadow of the day&lt;br /&gt;Will embrace the world in grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;[End Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Minutes to Midnight , Linkin' Park - 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-960510964308841799?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/960510964308841799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=960510964308841799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/960510964308841799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/960510964308841799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2008/04/q32o1-linkin-park.html' title='[Q3.2/o1] Linkin&apos; Park'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-2542488538482903240</id><published>2008-02-15T23:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:52:04.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q1.2/o1] Rita Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5SQOkByO2tE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5SQOkByO2tE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BANHO DE ESPUMA - (VIDEO: RAI-TV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tal nós dois numa banheira de espuma&lt;br /&gt;El cuerpo caliente , um dolce farniente&lt;br /&gt;Sem culpa nenhuma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo massagem, relaxando a tensão&lt;br /&gt;Em plena vagabundagem, com toda disposição&lt;br /&gt;Falando muita bobagem , esfregando com água e sabão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tal nós dois numa banheira de espuma&lt;br /&gt;El cuerpo caliente , um dolce farniente&lt;br /&gt;Sem culpa nenhuma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo massagem, relaxando a tensão&lt;br /&gt;Em plena vagabundagem, com toda disposição&lt;br /&gt;Falando muita bobagem , esfregando com água e sabão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá no reino de Afrodite o amor passa dos limites&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser que se habilite, o que não falta é apetite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tal nós dois numa banheira de espuma ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saúde, Rita Lee - 1981&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-2542488538482903240?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/2542488538482903240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=2542488538482903240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2542488538482903240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2542488538482903240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2008/08/q12o1-rita-lee.html' title='[Q1.2/o1] Rita Lee'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-896520954658667534</id><published>2008-02-04T02:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:57:12.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q1.2/o1] Sandra</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5m12OA-BUvE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5m12OA-BUvE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MARIA MAGDALENA -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take my love&lt;br /&gt;You want my soul&lt;br /&gt;I would be crazy to share your life&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see what I am&lt;br /&gt;Sharpen the senses and turn the knife&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me and you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be Maria Magdalena&lt;br /&gt;(You're a creature of the night)&lt;br /&gt;Maria Magdalena&lt;br /&gt;(you're a victim of the fight)&lt;br /&gt;(you need love)&lt;br /&gt;Promised me delight&lt;br /&gt;(You need love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must I lie&lt;br /&gt;Find alibies&lt;br /&gt;When will you wake up and realize&lt;br /&gt;I can't surrender to you&lt;br /&gt;Play for affection and&lt;br /&gt;Win the prize&lt;br /&gt;I know those party games too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be Maria Magdalena&lt;br /&gt;(You're a creature of the night)&lt;br /&gt;Maria Magdalena&lt;br /&gt;(you're a victim of the fight)&lt;br /&gt;(you need love)&lt;br /&gt;Promised me delight&lt;br /&gt;(You need love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Long Play, Sandra- 1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-896520954658667534?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/896520954658667534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=896520954658667534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/896520954658667534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/896520954658667534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2008/04/q32o1-tokio-hotel.html' title='[Q1.2/o1] Sandra'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-2521139335010369642</id><published>2008-01-06T16:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:57:29.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o1] Coti</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EokXH05h8cw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EokXH05h8cw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SOLEDAD -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que comprendas, en un pozo caimos &lt;br /&gt;tuvimos nuestro pacto y no lo cumplimos &lt;br /&gt;y no es cuestión de culpas nada más &lt;br /&gt;si el ángel que cuidaba nuestra puerta lo hizo mal &lt;br /&gt;y no hay que hacer preguntas que no tienen respuesta &lt;br /&gt;la vida está plagada de malditas apuestas &lt;br /&gt;y no hay ninguna duda, te perdí &lt;br /&gt;pero el perro que tenía me alquiló su cicatriz. &lt;br /&gt;Soledad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no hay nada que hacer, la distancia no entiende de penas &lt;br /&gt;y ya no hay nada que hacer, con pasiones y vidas ajenas. &lt;br /&gt;Maltratado por el humo me acosté &lt;br /&gt;más que nunca tengo escrito soledad en mi pared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me esperan noches largas tirado en la alfombra &lt;br /&gt;prefiero estar a oscuras por no ver mi sombra &lt;br /&gt;y tal vez no reconozca que te vi &lt;br /&gt;estabas con tu saco verde y tu bufanda gris. &lt;br /&gt;Soledad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no hay nada que hacer, la distancia no entiende de penas &lt;br /&gt;y ya no hay nada que hacer, con pasiones y vidas ajenas. &lt;br /&gt;Maltratado por el humo me acosté &lt;br /&gt;más que nunca tengo escrito soledad en mi pared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no hay nada que hacer soledad &lt;br /&gt;y ya no hay nada que hacer, con pasiones y vidas ajenas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no hay nada que hacer soledad &lt;br /&gt;y ya no hay nada que hacer, con pasiones y vidas ajenas. &lt;br /&gt;Soledad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Canciones Para Llevar, Coti - 2004&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-2521139335010369642?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/2521139335010369642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=2521139335010369642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2521139335010369642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2521139335010369642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2008/01/q32o1-coti.html' title='[Q3.2/o1] Coti'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-897793702549634380</id><published>2007-12-24T22:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:56:35.207+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q2.2/o1] Suede</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kAwcu8-af5I&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kAwcu8-af5I&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- EVERYTHING WILL FLOW - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the early morning sun&lt;br /&gt;drip like blood from the day&lt;br /&gt;See the busy people run&lt;br /&gt;so many games to play&lt;br /&gt;See the blue suburban dream&lt;br /&gt;under the jet plane sky&lt;br /&gt;Sleep away and dream a dream&lt;br /&gt;Life is just a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and everything will flow&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know everything will flow&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the day begin again&lt;br /&gt;Whispering into the night&lt;br /&gt;See the pretty people play&lt;br /&gt;Hurrying under the light&lt;br /&gt;A million cars, a million trains,&lt;br /&gt;Under the jet plane sky&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lost and nothing gained&lt;br /&gt;Life is just a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and everything will flow&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I said everything will flow&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know everything will flow&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and everything will flow&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know everything will flow&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neon lights in the night tonight&lt;br /&gt;will say "everything will flow"&lt;br /&gt;The stars that shine in the open sky&lt;br /&gt;will say "everything will flow"&lt;br /&gt;The lovers kissed with an openness&lt;br /&gt;will say "everything will flow"&lt;br /&gt;The cars parked in the hypermarket&lt;br /&gt;know "everything will flow" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Head Music, Suede - 1999&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-897793702549634380?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/897793702549634380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=897793702549634380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/897793702549634380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/897793702549634380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/12/q-suede.html' title='[Q2.2/o1] Suede'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-7929228559974069944</id><published>2007-12-02T20:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:55:50.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.1/o1] Noir Désir</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hIkXK6rxt4c&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hIkXK6rxt4c&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- LE VENT NOUS PORTERA - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai pas peur de la route&lt;br /&gt;Faudrait voir, faut qu'on y goûte&lt;br /&gt;Des méandres au creux des reins&lt;br /&gt;Et tout ira bien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le vent l'emportera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ton message à la grande ourse&lt;br /&gt;Et la trajectoire de la course&lt;br /&gt;A l'instantané de velours&lt;br /&gt;Même s'il ne sert à rien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le vent l'emportera&lt;br /&gt;Tout disparaîtra&lt;br /&gt;Le vent nous portera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La caresse et la mitraille&lt;br /&gt;Cette plaie qui nous tiraille&lt;br /&gt;Le palais des autres jours&lt;br /&gt;D'hier et demain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le vent les portera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Génétique en bandoulière&lt;br /&gt;Des chromosomes dans l'atmosphère&lt;br /&gt;Des taxis pour les galaxies&lt;br /&gt;Et mon tapis volant lui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le vent l'emportera&lt;br /&gt;Tout disparaîtra&lt;br /&gt;Le vent nous portera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce parfum de nos années mortes&lt;br /&gt;Ceux qui peuvent frapper à ta porte&lt;br /&gt;Infinité de destin&lt;br /&gt;On en pose un, qu'est-ce qu'on en retient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le vent l'emportera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendant que la marée monte&lt;br /&gt;Et que chacun refait ses comptes&lt;br /&gt;J'emmène au creux de mon ombre&lt;br /&gt;Des poussières de toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le vent les portera&lt;br /&gt;Tout disparaîtra&lt;br /&gt;Le vent nous portera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Des Visages Des Figures, Noir Desir - 2001&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-7929228559974069944?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/7929228559974069944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=7929228559974069944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/7929228559974069944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/7929228559974069944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/12/q31o1-noir-desir.html' title='[Q3.1/o1] Noir Désir'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-606677059479040093</id><published>2007-11-02T00:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:55:05.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o1] Benjamin Biolay</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PAyYzhmQQeA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PAyYzhmQQeA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DANS LA MERCO BENZ -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petite princesse&lt;br /&gt;Ma beauté, ma promesse&lt;br /&gt;Ma petite faiblesse&lt;br /&gt;Ma plus belle histoire de fesses&lt;br /&gt;Dans ma mercedes&lt;br /&gt;C'est de l'espoir que je caresse&lt;br /&gt;Souvenir suprême de mon plus beau problème&lt;br /&gt;Dans ton abdomen, tout nouveau spécimen&lt;br /&gt;Joue à la crème&lt;br /&gt;C'est de l'espoir que je promène&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{x4:}&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour hélas&lt;br /&gt;Le temps passe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour hélas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petite princesse&lt;br /&gt;C'est pas l'heure de la grand-messe&lt;br /&gt;Charmante hôtesse&lt;br /&gt;Qu'as-tu fait de ta jeunesse ?&lt;br /&gt;Dans la Merco Benz&lt;br /&gt;C'est de l'espoir que je caresse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petite connasse&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi tu fais ta radasse&lt;br /&gt;Petite pétasse&lt;br /&gt;Qui montre rien en surface&lt;br /&gt;Qui veut qu'on l'embrasse encore&lt;br /&gt;L'embrasse encore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{x4:}&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour hélas&lt;br /&gt;Le temps passe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le temps passe&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour hélas&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour hélas&lt;br /&gt;Le temps passe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Trash Yéyé, Benjamin Biolay - 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-606677059479040093?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/606677059479040093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=606677059479040093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/606677059479040093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/606677059479040093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/11/q32o1-benjamin-biolay.html' title='[Q3.2/o1] Benjamin Biolay'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-706155185572173812</id><published>2007-11-01T22:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:50:34.207+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q2.2/o1] Gabriel, O Pensador</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VYTaKTlVPXE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VYTaKTlVPXE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2,3,4,5 Meia 7,8-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim de semana chegando e o coitado tá no osso&lt;br /&gt;Mas acaba de encontrar a solução..&lt;br /&gt;Coloca um caderninho no bolso&lt;br /&gt;Apanha umas fichas e corre pró orelhão.&lt;br /&gt;É o seu velho caderninho de telefone com o nome e o&lt;br /&gt;número de um monte de mulher.&lt;br /&gt;E ele vai ligar pra todas até conseguir&lt;br /&gt;Chamar uma gata pra sair, dar um rolé..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;234 5meia 78! Tá na hora de molhar o biscoito!&lt;br /&gt;Eu tou no osso mas eu no me canso &lt;br /&gt;Ta na hora de afogar o ganso! (2X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra A, vamos começar:&lt;br /&gt;- Alô, por favor, a Ana Maria está?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;(Ela saiu com o namorado, quer deixar recado?) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não obrigado, deixa pra lá! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra B, vou ligar pra essa Bianca,&lt;br /&gt;Tem cara de carranca, mas dá pra dar o bote..&lt;br /&gt;Desligou na minha cara, que tristeza!&lt;br /&gt;Chamei ela de princesa e ela pensou que fosse trote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que se dane! É até melhor assim..&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ligar pra Dani que ela é gamadinha em mim..&lt;br /&gt;- Oi Danizinha lembra do "animal"?!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;(Não conheço ninguém com esse nome. Tchau!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve 'tar com amnésia! Vou pra letra E:&lt;br /&gt;2-bola-gato-meia-9-bola-sete, é a bola da vez, Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;Dizem as más línguas que ela boa de...&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;(Alô?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alô, a Beth está? &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;(Tá, mas não pode falar, ela tá de boca cheia. E eu tô comendo, rapaz!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Que azar! Liguei na hora errada. &lt;br /&gt;A hora da refeição é uma hora sagrada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu caderninho de telefone parece um cardápio.&lt;br /&gt;E faz um tempo que eu não como nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;234 5meia 78! Tá na hora de molhar o biscoito!&lt;br /&gt;Eu tou no osso mas eu não me canso &lt;br /&gt;Ta na hora de afogar o ganso! (2X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra F. Quem no arrisca não petisca. &lt;br /&gt;- Alô, é da casa da Francisca?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;(Ela se mudou, casou com um delegado de polícia. Quer o número?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ..Tô fora,risquei da minha lista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muito tempo eu conheci a Dona Guta,&lt;br /&gt;uma coroa enxuta, como será que ela tá?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;(Dona Guta? Vou chamar..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;(Vóvó!.. Telefone!..)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;(Heeein?..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Achei melhor desligar!..&lt;br /&gt;- (Alô?..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei o H, o I e o J..&lt;br /&gt;E até agora não arrumei uma.. gata!&lt;br /&gt;L, M, N, O..&lt;br /&gt;A cada letra que passa eu me sinto mais só!&lt;br /&gt;P, Q, R, S..O.S.! Socorro!! Já tou na letra X! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu caderninho de telefone já tá perto do fim,&lt;br /&gt;E eu tô longe de um final feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;234 5meia 78! Tá na hora de molhar o biscoito!&lt;br /&gt;Eu tou no osso mas eu não me canso &lt;br /&gt;Ta na hora de afogar o ganso! (2X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda falta a letra Z.&lt;br /&gt;Mas acabaram as fichas, o que é que eu vou fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Disque-Sex? Ah, qualé?!..&lt;br /&gt;Chega de conversa, o que eu quero é uma mulher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já sei, vou ligar pró 102,  O disque informações,&lt;br /&gt;não há nada de errado nisso!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;(Informações, Creusa, pois não?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Só queria uma informação: Pode ser ou tá difcil?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;(Queira desculpar, mas o número referente &lt;br /&gt;a este nome não consta no cadastro.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou ligar prá Zulmira, mas nem adianta. &lt;br /&gt;Ela nunca dá mole pra ninguém! &lt;br /&gt;Mas eu já levei um fora do alfabeto inteiro,&lt;br /&gt;o que é que tem levar um 'não' dela também?&lt;br /&gt;- Alô Zulmira, vai faz o quê, hoje?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;(Ah não sei, vamos num cinema?) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a esmola é demais, o santo desconfia,&lt;br /&gt;essa menina deve 'tar com algum problema..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegando no local que ela escolheu:&lt;br /&gt;Não-sei-o-que-lá-do-reino-de-Deus.. &lt;br /&gt;Olha o nome do filme: "Jesus Cristo é o Senhor!" &lt;br /&gt;- É Comédia?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;(Não é filme, o cinema acabou, virou igreja evangélica. &lt;br /&gt;E eu só te trouxe aqui pra você comprar pra mim uma&lt;br /&gt;vaga no céu!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ah irmã, deixa disso! Minha grana só dá&lt;br /&gt;pra te levar pra ir rezar lá num motel.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;(Ai Senhor, olha onde eu vim parar!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, relaxa meu amor! Ajoelhou... Então vai ter que rezar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;234 5meia 78! Tá na hora de molhar o biscoito!&lt;br /&gt;Eu tou no osso mas eu não me canso &lt;br /&gt;Ta na hora de afogar o ganso! (2X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;(Aaiii, tentação do capeta!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cala a boca mulher! Vem fazer um "canguru perneta"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;234 5meia 78! Tá na hora de molhar o biscoito!&lt;br /&gt;Eu tou no osso mas eu não me canso &lt;br /&gt;Ta na hora de afogar o ganso! (5X..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quebra-Cabeça, Gabriel, O Pensador - 1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-706155185572173812?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/706155185572173812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=706155185572173812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/706155185572173812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/706155185572173812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2008/08/q22o1-gabriel-o-pensador.html' title='[Q2.2/o1] Gabriel, O Pensador'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-5881427414480615870</id><published>2007-10-27T23:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:53:30.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.1/o1] Susana Félix</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ucL6pgo3Uj4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ucL6pgo3Uj4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- FLUTUO -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flutuo&lt;br /&gt;Consigo deslindar o meu gosto sem esforço&lt;br /&gt;Balanço é o que a maré me dá&lt;br /&gt;E eu não contesto&lt;br /&gt;O meu destino está fora de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu aceito&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu despida de medos e culpas&lt;br /&gt;Confesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vou fingir&lt;br /&gt;Que não vou voltar&lt;br /&gt;Despeço-me do que mais quero&lt;br /&gt;Só para não te ouvir dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que as coisas vão mudar&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flutuo&lt;br /&gt;Consigo deslindar o meu gosto sem esforço&lt;br /&gt;Balanço é o que a maré me dá&lt;br /&gt;E eu não contesto&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã pensar nisso sempre me dá mais jeito&lt;br /&gt;Fazer de mim Pretérito Mais Que Perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vou fingir&lt;br /&gt;Que não vou voltar&lt;br /&gt;Despeço-me do que mais quero&lt;br /&gt;Só para não te ouvir dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que as coisas vão mudar&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vou fugir&lt;br /&gt;Para não me dar a vontade de ser tua&lt;br /&gt;Só para não me ouvir dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que as coisas vão mudar&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Índigo, Susana Félix - 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-5881427414480615870?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/5881427414480615870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=5881427414480615870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/5881427414480615870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/5881427414480615870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/10/q31o1-susana-flix.html' title='[Q3.1/o1] Susana Félix'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-3015562015250312814</id><published>2007-10-27T00:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:51:09.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q2.3/o1] Pizzicato Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KVMcuR0a59M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KVMcuR0a59M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- TWIGGY TWIGGY - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjikan mo matte ita no yo&lt;br /&gt;Watashi neko to issho ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono toki denwa no beru ga&lt;br /&gt;Watashi neko mitai ni shabetta&lt;br /&gt;Terebi no volume sagete&lt;br /&gt;Watashi uso mitai na koe de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twiggy no mini skirt de&lt;br /&gt;Twiggy mitai na pose de&lt;br /&gt;Twiggy no mini skirt de&lt;br /&gt;Twiggy mitai ni yassepochi no watashi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Tradução Inglesa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for about three hours&lt;br /&gt;My cat and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time the phone rang&lt;br /&gt;And I chatted away just like my cat&lt;br /&gt;I turned down the tv and&lt;br /&gt;Talked in a fake voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a twiggy mini-skirt&lt;br /&gt;In a twiggy-like pose&lt;br /&gt;In a twiggy mini-skirt&lt;br /&gt;Skinny like twiggy, thats me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in This Year's Girl, Pizzicato Five - 1991&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-3015562015250312814?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/3015562015250312814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=3015562015250312814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/3015562015250312814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/3015562015250312814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/10/twiggy-twiggy-com-traduo-inglesa.html' title='[Q2.3/o1] Pizzicato Five'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-1687128767347598162</id><published>2007-10-20T03:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:42:10.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.1/o1] Maná &amp; Juan Luis Guerra</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lihn1ZvY3vc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lihn1ZvY3vc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BENDITA LA LUZ - (Com Juan Luis Guerra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendito el lugar, y el motivo de estar ahí,&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la coincidencia,&lt;br /&gt;Bendito el reloj, que nos puso puntual ahí,&lt;br /&gt;Bendita sea tu, presencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendito Dios por encontrarnos, en el camino,&lt;br /&gt;Y de quitarme esta soledad, de mi destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la luz, bendita la luz de tu mirada,&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la luz, bendita la luz de tu mirada,&lt;br /&gt;Desde el alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendito ojos, que me esquivaban,&lt;br /&gt;Simulaban desde que me ignoraban,&lt;br /&gt;Y de repente, sostienes la mirada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita Dios por encontrarnos, en el camino,&lt;br /&gt;Y de quitarme esta soledad, de mi destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la luz, bendita la luz de tu mirada,&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la luz, bendita la luz de tu mirada, oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria divina, diste suerte de buen tino,&lt;br /&gt;Y de encontrarte justo ahí, en medio del camino,&lt;br /&gt;Gloria al cielo de encontrarte ahora,&lt;br /&gt;Llevarte mi soledad, y coincidir en mi destino,&lt;br /&gt;En el mismo destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la luz, bendita la luz de tu mirada,&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la luz, bendita la luz de tu mirada,&lt;br /&gt;Bendita mirada,&lt;br /&gt;Bendita mirada desde el alma, tu mirada,&lt;br /&gt;Bendita, bendita, bendita mirada,&lt;br /&gt;Bendita tu alma y bendita tu luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada, oh, oh, oh,&lt;br /&gt;Digo es tan bendita tu luz, amor, amor,&lt;br /&gt;Bendito el reloj y bendito el lugar,&lt;br /&gt;Benditos tus besos cerquita del mar,&lt;br /&gt;Y tu mirada, amor, amor,&lt;br /&gt;Que bendita tú mirada, tu mirada amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Amar Es Combatir, Maná - 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-1687128767347598162?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/1687128767347598162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=1687128767347598162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1687128767347598162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1687128767347598162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/10/bendita-la-luz-com-juan-luiz-guerra.html' title='[Q3.1/o1] Maná &amp; Juan Luis Guerra'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-5186474358702774192</id><published>2007-09-21T23:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:40:04.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.3/o1] Sound Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.shareaflick.net/44558-Sound-Team---Born-To-Please.html"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/60rELnmxK6Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/60rELnmxK6Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BORN TO PLEASE -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're standing&lt;br /&gt;We're standing&lt;br /&gt;You call that gone?&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing on the firmest ground ever invented&lt;br /&gt;Firm ground I invented&lt;br /&gt;You're building&lt;br /&gt;Your building&lt;br /&gt;The big door is closing&lt;br /&gt;Came home from work and your house was missing&lt;br /&gt;Told ourselves but we weren't listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the one who took 'Place in the Sun' from you?&lt;br /&gt;I know you do&lt;br /&gt;He had a heart of tin&lt;br /&gt;And this amazing desire!&lt;br /&gt;The face of a sphinx that smiled&lt;br /&gt;Spit in the lock you'll find the knob will turn for you&lt;br /&gt;In that golden hotel we can live in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;All of the bedrooms fold into the Perfect Chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you fall in love with someone?&lt;br /&gt;Did you trade "out all night" for some strange sun?&lt;br /&gt;Weren't you the one...&lt;br /&gt;Fall back in love with someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you fall in line for someone?&lt;br /&gt;Back down the same road that you came here from&lt;br /&gt;Weren't you the one&lt;br /&gt;That told me not to&lt;br /&gt;Move around but never through?&lt;br /&gt;That's the only thing you ever do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on the wall&lt;br /&gt;A hand had begun writing&lt;br /&gt;Everybody understood&lt;br /&gt;That it didn't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll pay it back&lt;br /&gt;I will pay it all back to you&lt;br /&gt;You only have to ask me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you fall in love with someone?&lt;br /&gt;Did you "give up on that" for some strange sun?&lt;br /&gt;Weren't you the one...&lt;br /&gt;Fall back in love with someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you fall in line for someone?&lt;br /&gt;Back down the same road that you came here from&lt;br /&gt;Weren't you the one&lt;br /&gt;That told me not to&lt;br /&gt;Move around but never through?&lt;br /&gt;That's the only thing we ever do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Movie Monster, Sound Team - 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-5186474358702774192?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/5186474358702774192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=5186474358702774192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/5186474358702774192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/5186474358702774192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/09/born-to-please-were-standing-were.html' title='[Q3.3/o1] Sound Team'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-6101150021106705192</id><published>2007-09-16T15:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:34:54.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o1] Richard Hawley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.moneytube.com/video.php?v=12621&amp;amp;m=105682"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5eBkrs4YpzI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5eBkrs4YpzI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- TONIGHT THE STREETS ARE OURS -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why you got feelings in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let fear of feeling fool you&lt;br /&gt;What you see sets you apart&lt;br /&gt;And there’s nothing here to bind you&lt;br /&gt;It’s no way for life to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that tonight the streets are ours&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the streets are ours&lt;br /&gt;These lights in our hearts they tell no lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people they got nothing in their souls&lt;br /&gt;And they make our TV’s blind us&lt;br /&gt;From our vision and our goals&lt;br /&gt;Oh the trigger of time it tricks you&lt;br /&gt;So you have no way to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you know that tonight the streets are ours&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the streets are ours&lt;br /&gt;These lights in our hearts they tell no lies&lt;br /&gt;And no one else can haunt me&lt;br /&gt;The way that you can haunt me&lt;br /&gt;I need to know you want me&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t be without you&lt;br /&gt;And the light that shines around you&lt;br /&gt;No nothing ever mattered more than not doubting&lt;br /&gt;That tonight the streets are ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to kill loneliness at last?&lt;br /&gt;Oh there’s so much there to heal dear&lt;br /&gt;And make tear stains of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you know that tonight the streets are ours&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the streets are ours&lt;br /&gt;These lights in our street are ours&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the streets are ours&lt;br /&gt;These lights in our hearts they tell no lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moneytube.com/video.php?v=12621&amp;amp;m=105682"&gt;in Lady’s Bridge, Richard Hawley - 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-6101150021106705192?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/6101150021106705192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=6101150021106705192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/6101150021106705192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/6101150021106705192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/09/q32o1-richard-hawley.html' title='[Q3.2/o1] Richard Hawley'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-2981083265753570268</id><published>2007-09-14T19:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:34:14.992+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o1] Hawksley Workman</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tup7kMoCSrc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tup7kMoCSrc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- NO REASON TO CRY OUT YOUR EYES-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brake lights&lt;br /&gt;Are really quite lovely&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of souls&lt;br /&gt;All stopping together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the highway tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason to cry out your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city&lt;br /&gt;starts fading behind us&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of souls all wishing&lt;br /&gt;Things were better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness&lt;br /&gt;is waiting to happen&lt;br /&gt;for people like us&lt;br /&gt;not sure where we're going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the fading&lt;br /&gt;watch everything go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness&lt;br /&gt;Is all that ever happens&lt;br /&gt;But we have our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Set dead on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Lover/Fighter, Hawksley Workman - 2003&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-2981083265753570268?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/2981083265753570268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=2981083265753570268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2981083265753570268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2981083265753570268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-reason-to-cry-out-your-eyes-brake.html' title='[Q3.2/o1] Hawksley Workman'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-435022862757431468</id><published>2007-09-09T00:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:33:27.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.3/o1] Hombres G</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YlBHWoNXySo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YlBHWoNXySo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POR QUE NO SER AMIGOS -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué es lo que pasa?&lt;br /&gt;¿Estamos locos o qué?&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué es esta farsa?&lt;br /&gt;Dime, ¿quién engaña a quién?&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién se han creido que somos,&lt;br /&gt;para tratarnos asi?&lt;br /&gt;Sólo se que asi no se puede seguir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay muchas formas para hacerse escuchar,&lt;br /&gt;muchas personas que merecemos la paz,&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué odiar al diferente, &lt;br /&gt;si no es como los demas?&lt;br /&gt;Cuando todos somos gente nada mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no ser amigos,&lt;br /&gt;estar unidos,&lt;br /&gt;vivir sin miedo y en libertad!&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no dar la mano,&lt;br /&gt;ser como hermanos,&lt;br /&gt;por qué no intentamos vivir en paz?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no ser amigos,&lt;br /&gt;estar unidos,&lt;br /&gt;contar conmigo en lo que yo os pueda ayudar,&lt;br /&gt;se puede hacer,&lt;br /&gt;trabajando juntos se conseguira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo no comprendo esta mierda de sociedad,&lt;br /&gt;nunca estoy de acuerdo con los que quieren gobernar.&lt;br /&gt;Que se metan sus mentiras por donde les puedan caber,&lt;br /&gt;pero nosotros tenemos aun mucho que hacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no ser amigos,&lt;br /&gt;estar unidos,&lt;br /&gt;vivir sin miedo y en libertad!&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no dar la mano,&lt;br /&gt;ser como hermanos,&lt;br /&gt;por qué no intentamos vivir en paz?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no ser amigos,&lt;br /&gt;estar unidos,&lt;br /&gt;contar conmigo en lo que yo os pueda ayudar,&lt;br /&gt;se puede hacer,&lt;br /&gt;con voluntad,&lt;br /&gt;empezando por amar,&lt;br /&gt;y respetar a los demas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no ser amigos,&lt;br /&gt;estar unidos,&lt;br /&gt;vivir sin miedo y en libertad!&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no dar la mano,&lt;br /&gt;ser como hermanos,&lt;br /&gt;por qué no intentamos vivir en paz?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no ser amigos,&lt;br /&gt;estar unidos,&lt;br /&gt;vivir sin miedo y en libertad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no ser amigos?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no ser amigos?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no ser amigos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Todo esto es muy extraño, Hombres G - 2004&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-435022862757431468?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/435022862757431468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=435022862757431468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/435022862757431468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/435022862757431468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/09/por-que-no-ser-amigos-qu-es-lo-que-pasa.html' title='[Q3.3/o1] Hombres G'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-8023239548071965033</id><published>2007-09-01T22:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:32:49.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q2.2/o1] Mercury Rev</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1xJbEoc5sDw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1xJbEoc5sDw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- GODDESS ON A HIWAY - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got us on a highway and I got us in a car&lt;br /&gt;got us going faster than we've ever gone before&lt;br /&gt;I got us on a highway and I got us in a car&lt;br /&gt;got us going faster than we've ever gone before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know it ain't gonna last&lt;br /&gt;and I know it ain't gonna last&lt;br /&gt;when I see your eyes arrive&lt;br /&gt;they explode like two bugs on glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far above the ocean, deep under the sea&lt;br /&gt;there's a river running dry because of you and me&lt;br /&gt;far above the ocean, deep under the sea&lt;br /&gt;there's a river running dry because of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know it ain't gonna last&lt;br /&gt;and I know it ain't gonna last&lt;br /&gt;when I see your eyes arrive&lt;br /&gt;they explode like two bugs on glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a goddess on a highway, a goddess in a car&lt;br /&gt;a goddess going faster than she's ever gone before&lt;br /&gt;she's a goddess on a highway, a goddess in a car&lt;br /&gt;a goddess going faster than she's ever gone before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know it ain't gonna last&lt;br /&gt;and I know it ain't gonna last&lt;br /&gt;when I see your eyes arrive&lt;br /&gt;they explode like two bugs on glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know it ain't gonna last ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ain't gonna last ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Deserter's Songs, Mercury Rev - 1998&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-8023239548071965033?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/8023239548071965033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=8023239548071965033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/8023239548071965033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/8023239548071965033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/09/q_01.html' title='[Q2.2/o1] Mercury Rev'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-5293167641385114260</id><published>2007-09-01T22:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:31:53.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q2.1/o1] Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/grntudyb3_U&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/grntudyb3_U&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- HEAL THE WORLD -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Intro: &lt;br /&gt;Think about the generations and to say we want to make it a better &lt;br /&gt;world for our children and our children's children. So that they know &lt;br /&gt;it's a better world for them; and think if they can make it a better &lt;br /&gt;place. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place in your heart &lt;br /&gt;And I know that it is love &lt;br /&gt;And this place could be much &lt;br /&gt;Brighter than tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;And if you really try &lt;br /&gt;You'll find there's no need to cry &lt;br /&gt;In this place you'll feel &lt;br /&gt;There's no hurt or sorrow. &lt;br /&gt;There are ways to get there &lt;br /&gt;If you care enough for the living &lt;br /&gt;Make a little space, make a better place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;Heal the world &lt;br /&gt;Make it a better place &lt;br /&gt;For you and for me and the entire human race &lt;br /&gt;There are people dying &lt;br /&gt;If you care enough for the living &lt;br /&gt;Make a better place for &lt;br /&gt;You and for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know why &lt;br /&gt;There's a love that cannot lie &lt;br /&gt;Love is strong &lt;br /&gt;It only cares for joyful giving. &lt;br /&gt;If we try we shall see &lt;br /&gt;In this bliss we cannot feel &lt;br /&gt;Fear or dread &lt;br /&gt;We stop existing and start living &lt;br /&gt;Then it feels that always &lt;br /&gt;Love's enough for us growing &lt;br /&gt;Make a better world, make a better world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;Heal the world &lt;br /&gt;Make it a better place &lt;br /&gt;For you and for me and the entire human race. &lt;br /&gt;There are people dying &lt;br /&gt;If you care enough for the living &lt;br /&gt;Make a better place for &lt;br /&gt;You and for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge: &lt;br /&gt;And the dream we would conceived in &lt;br /&gt;Will reveal a joyful face &lt;br /&gt;And the world we once believed in &lt;br /&gt;Will shine again in grace &lt;br /&gt;Then why do we keep strangling life &lt;br /&gt;Wound this earth, crucify it's soul &lt;br /&gt;Though it's plain to see, this world is heavenly &lt;br /&gt;Be God's glow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could fly so high &lt;br /&gt;Let our spirits never die &lt;br /&gt;In my heart I feel &lt;br /&gt;You are all my brothers &lt;br /&gt;Create a world with no fear &lt;br /&gt;Together we'll cry happy tears &lt;br /&gt;See the nations turn &lt;br /&gt;Their swords into plowshares &lt;br /&gt;We could really get there &lt;br /&gt;If you cared enough for the living &lt;br /&gt;Make a little space to make a better place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;Heal the world &lt;br /&gt;Make it a better place &lt;br /&gt;For you and for me and the entire human race &lt;br /&gt;There are people dying &lt;br /&gt;If you care enough for the living &lt;br /&gt;Make a better place for &lt;br /&gt;You and for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain (2x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people dying if you care enough for the living &lt;br /&gt;Make a better place for you and for me. &lt;br /&gt;There are people dying if you care enough for the living &lt;br /&gt;Make a better place for you and for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt; in Dangerous, Michael Jackson - 1992&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-5293167641385114260?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/5293167641385114260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=5293167641385114260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/5293167641385114260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/5293167641385114260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/09/q.html' title='[Q2.1/o1] Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-1412645079315900591</id><published>2007-09-01T02:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:31:06.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o1] I'm From Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwwbXHNGsjU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwwbXHNGsjU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- WE'RE FROM BARCELONA -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sing this song with all of my friends &lt;br /&gt;and we're all from Barcelona &lt;br /&gt;Love is a feeling that we don't understand &lt;br /&gt;but we're gonna give it to ya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll aim for the stars &lt;br /&gt;We'll aim for your heart when the night comes &lt;br /&gt;And we'll bring you love &lt;br /&gt;You'll be one of us when the night comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Let Me Introduce My Friends, I'm From Barcelona - 2006&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-1412645079315900591?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/1412645079315900591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=1412645079315900591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1412645079315900591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1412645079315900591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/09/were-from-barcelona-im-gonna-sing-this.html' title='[Q3.2/o1] I&apos;m From Barcelona'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-4037610048106110587</id><published>2007-09-01T01:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:30:09.855+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q1.2/o1] Mike Oldfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/trfkKin3qfE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/trfkKin3qfE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- NORTH POINT - (Voz: Anita Hegerland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to North Point&lt;br /&gt;To spend your time and pray?&lt;br /&gt;The prison walls are dark and cold and grey.&lt;br /&gt;The writing on the wall at North Point&lt;br /&gt;Speaks to a silent room.&lt;br /&gt;They shut the bars down, leave you to the gloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Chorus ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could we get any closer?&lt;br /&gt;So high is the wire and the guards won't listen,&lt;br /&gt;They won't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;And then it all came back.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far above has a new day risen?&lt;br /&gt;Way beyond the searchlight,&lt;br /&gt;Comes alive, comes alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on a bright day at North Point&lt;br /&gt;The gate was open wide.&lt;br /&gt;They chanced to look at what was inside.&lt;br /&gt;There were a million stars at North Point,&lt;br /&gt;And from the silent tomb,&lt;br /&gt;They took it to the heart and left for the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Repeat Chorus ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to North Point&lt;br /&gt;To spend your time and pray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Islands, Mike Oldfield - 1987&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-4037610048106110587?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/4037610048106110587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=4037610048106110587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/4037610048106110587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/4037610048106110587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/09/north-point-voz-anita-hegerland-have.html' title='[Q1.2/o1] Mike Oldfield'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-6467579878672351115</id><published>2007-09-01T01:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:29:22.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.1/o1] Damien Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bsVIVqmTjYw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bsVIVqmTjYw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CANNONBALL - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt&lt;br /&gt;Still a little hard to say what's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your ghost your witness&lt;br /&gt;Still a little BIT of your face I haven't kissed&lt;br /&gt;You step a little closer EACH DAY&lt;br /&gt;Still I can't SAY what's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love taught me to lie&lt;br /&gt;Life taught me to die&lt;br /&gt;So it's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;When you float like a cannonball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your song in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your words I long to hear&lt;br /&gt;You step a little closer TO ME&lt;br /&gt;So close that I can't see what's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love taught me to lie&lt;br /&gt;Life taught me to die&lt;br /&gt;So it's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;When you float like a cannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love taught me to cry&lt;br /&gt;So come on courage!&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to be shy&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;And I don't WANNA scare her&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna lose&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to grow&lt;br /&gt;When you know that you just don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in O, Damien Rice - 2002&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-6467579878672351115?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/6467579878672351115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=6467579878672351115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/6467579878672351115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/6467579878672351115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/09/q31o1-damien-rice.html' title='[Q3.1/o1] Damien Rice'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-1611148348891606804</id><published>2007-08-25T05:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:28:14.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q1.2/o1] Toquinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2-V21HepcgY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2-V21HepcgY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- AQUARELA -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa folha qualquer eu desenho um sol amarelo&lt;br /&gt;E com cinco ou seis retas é fácil fazer um castelo&lt;br /&gt;Corro o lápis em torno da mão e me dou uma luva&lt;br /&gt;E se faço chover com dois riscos tenho um guarda-chuva&lt;br /&gt;Se um pinguinho de tinta cai num pedacinho azul do papel&lt;br /&gt;Num instante imagino uma linda gaivota a voar no céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai voando contornando&lt;br /&gt;A imensa curva norte sul&lt;br /&gt;Vou com ela viajando&lt;br /&gt;Havaí, Pequim ou Istambul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinto um barco a vela branco navegando&lt;br /&gt;é tanto céu e mar num beijo azul&lt;br /&gt;Entre as nuvens vem surgindo&lt;br /&gt;Um lindo avião rosa e grená&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em volta colorindo&lt;br /&gt;Com suas luzes a piscar&lt;br /&gt;Basta imaginar e ele está partindo&lt;br /&gt;Sereno indo&lt;br /&gt;E se a gente quiser&lt;br /&gt;Ele vai pousar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa folha qualquer eu desenho um navio de partida&lt;br /&gt;Com alguns bons amigos, bebendo de bem com a vida&lt;br /&gt;De uma América à outra consigo passar num segundo&lt;br /&gt;Giro um simples compasso e num círculo eu faço o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Um menino caminha e caminhando chega no muro&lt;br /&gt;E ali logo em frente a esperar pela gente o futuro está&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o futuro é uma astronave&lt;br /&gt;Que tentamos pilotar&lt;br /&gt;Não tem tempo nem piedade&lt;br /&gt;Nem tem hora de chegar&lt;br /&gt;Sem pedir licença muda nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;E depois convida a rir ou chorar&lt;br /&gt;Nessa estrada não nos cabe&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer ou ver o que virá&lt;br /&gt;O fim dela ninguém sabe&lt;br /&gt;Bem ao certo onde vai dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos todos numa linda passarela&lt;br /&gt;De uma aquarela que um dia enfim&lt;br /&gt;Descolorirá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa folha qualquer eu desenho um sol amarelo&lt;br /&gt;Que descolorirá&lt;br /&gt;E com cinco ou seis retas é fácil fazer um castelo&lt;br /&gt;Que descolorirá&lt;br /&gt;Giro um simples compasso e num círculo eu faço o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que descolorirá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Aquarela, Aquarela - 1983&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-1611148348891606804?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/1611148348891606804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=1611148348891606804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1611148348891606804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1611148348891606804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/08/q12o1-toquinho.html' title='[Q1.2/o1] Toquinho'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-2722844653418293511</id><published>2007-08-18T00:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:19:33.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q1.3/o1] Depeche Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGB1t4MyX-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGB1t4MyX-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- EVERYTHING COUNTS -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The handshake&lt;br /&gt;Seals the contract&lt;br /&gt;From the contract&lt;br /&gt;There's no turning back&lt;br /&gt;The turning point&lt;br /&gt;Of a career&lt;br /&gt;In Korea, being insincere&lt;br /&gt;The holiday&lt;br /&gt;Was fun packed&lt;br /&gt;The contract&lt;br /&gt;Still intact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grabbing hands&lt;br /&gt;Grab all they can&lt;br /&gt;All for themselves&lt;br /&gt;After all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a competitive world&lt;br /&gt;Everything counts in large amounts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graph&lt;br /&gt;On the wall&lt;br /&gt;Tells the story&lt;br /&gt;Of it all&lt;br /&gt;Picture it now&lt;br /&gt;See just how&lt;br /&gt;The lies and deceit&lt;br /&gt;Gained a little more power&lt;br /&gt;Confidence&lt;br /&gt;Taken in&lt;br /&gt;By a sun tan&lt;br /&gt;And a grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grabbing hands&lt;br /&gt;Grab all they can&lt;br /&gt;All for themselves&lt;br /&gt;After all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a competitive world&lt;br /&gt;Everything counts in large amounts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grabbing hands&lt;br /&gt;Grab all they can&lt;br /&gt;Everything counts in large amounts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Construction Time Again, &lt;a href="http://www.depechemode.com/"&gt;Depeche Mode &lt;/a&gt;- 1983&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-2722844653418293511?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/2722844653418293511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=2722844653418293511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2722844653418293511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2722844653418293511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/08/q13o1-depeche-mode.html' title='[Q1.3/o1] Depeche Mode'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-503815196544296217</id><published>2007-08-17T18:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:17:04.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q2.3/o1] Manic Street Preachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZmVktKMrjLw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZmVktKMrjLw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MOTORCYCLE EMPTINESS -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culture sucks down words&lt;br /&gt;Itemise loathing and feed yourself smiles&lt;br /&gt;Organise your safe tribal war&lt;br /&gt;Hurt maim kill and enslave the ghetto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day living out a lie&lt;br /&gt;Life sold cheaply forever, ever, ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life lies a slow suicide&lt;br /&gt;Orthodox dreams and symbolic myths&lt;br /&gt;From feudal serf to spender&lt;br /&gt;This wonderful world of purchase power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like lungs sucking on air&lt;br /&gt;Survivals natural as sorrow, sorrow, sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we want from you are the kicks youve given us&lt;br /&gt;All we want from you are the kicks youve given us&lt;br /&gt;All we want from you are the kicks youve given us&lt;br /&gt;All we want from you are the kicks youve given us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive away and its the same&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere death row, everyones a victim&lt;br /&gt;Your joys are counterfeit&lt;br /&gt;This happiness corrupt political shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life like a comatose&lt;br /&gt;Ego loaded and swallow, swallow, swallow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Under neon loneliness everlasting nothingness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Generation Terrorists, Manic Street Preachers - 1992&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-503815196544296217?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/503815196544296217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=503815196544296217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/503815196544296217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/503815196544296217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/08/q23o1-manic-street-preachers.html' title='[Q2.3/o1] Manic Street Preachers'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-3487348081082326258</id><published>2007-08-17T15:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:20:41.662+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q2.2/o1] Ella Baila Sola</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qspTF_ArLGY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qspTF_ArLGY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- LO ECHAMOS A SUERTES -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué ya no me baila un gusano en la tripa &lt;br /&gt;cuando suena el teléfono y escucho su voz? &lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no me arreglé para la última cita &lt;br /&gt;y no usé su perfume, ni me puse tacón? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que la rutina ha sido más más fuerte, &lt;br /&gt;se han ido la ilusión y las ganas de verte, &lt;br /&gt;pero me cuesta tanto decirlo a la cara... &lt;br /&gt;Aguanto un poco más o ¿lo echamos a suertes?, &lt;br /&gt;lo echamos a suertes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué ya no es mi tipo, por qué no es lo de siempre &lt;br /&gt;cuando quedamos juntos y nos vamos a un bar? &lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué ahora necesito estar con mucha gente &lt;br /&gt;y cuando estamos solos no le quiero besar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que nuestra vida ya no es diferente, &lt;br /&gt;hacemos todo igual que el resto de la gente, &lt;br /&gt;pero me cuesta tanto decirlo a la cara... &lt;br /&gt;Aguanto un poco más o ¿lo echamos a suertes?, &lt;br /&gt;lo echamos a suertes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Ella Baila Sola, Ella Baila Sola  - 1996&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-3487348081082326258?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/3487348081082326258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=3487348081082326258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/3487348081082326258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/3487348081082326258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/08/q22o1-ella-baila-sola.html' title='[Q2.2/o1] Ella Baila Sola'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-4366259481795360401</id><published>2007-08-16T21:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:19:30.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o1] Balla</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N77zb0IL9-c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N77zb0IL9-c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- OUTRO FUTURO -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca tentei&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca escondi&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca te amei&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca deixei&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca por ti&lt;br /&gt;Nunca antevi&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fiquei &lt;br /&gt;A um passo de ti&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me afastei&lt;br /&gt;Para fora e nos vi&lt;br /&gt;Para ver o quão longe &lt;br /&gt;Estava de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca dei um passo atrás &lt;br /&gt;Que não fosse capaz&lt;br /&gt;De um dia o emendar&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar com outro futuro&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos duro&lt;br /&gt;Que nos ponha a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca tentei&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca escondi&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca te amei&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca deixei&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca por ti&lt;br /&gt;Nunca antevi&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fiquei&lt;br /&gt;A um passo de ti&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me afastei&lt;br /&gt;Para fora e nos vi&lt;br /&gt;Para ver o quão longe&lt;br /&gt;Estava de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca dei um passo atrás&lt;br /&gt;Que não fosse capaz&lt;br /&gt;De um dia o emendar&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar com outro futuro&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos duro&lt;br /&gt;Que nos ponha a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dura um momento&lt;br /&gt;Mas está bem&lt;br /&gt;Não pertence a mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca dei um passo atrás&lt;br /&gt;Que não fosse capaz&lt;br /&gt;De um dia o emendar&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar com outro futuro&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos duro&lt;br /&gt;Que nos ponha a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querer dar mais um passo&lt;br /&gt;Sem temer o fracasso&lt;br /&gt;E por fim me entregar&lt;br /&gt;Pressinto uma calma estranha &lt;br /&gt;Que em mim se entranha&lt;br /&gt;E deixa me descansar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca dei um passo atrás&lt;br /&gt;Que não fosse capaz&lt;br /&gt;De um dia o emendar&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar com outro futuro&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos duro&lt;br /&gt;Que nos ponha a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querer dar mais um passo&lt;br /&gt;Sem temer o fracasso&lt;br /&gt;E por fim me entregar&lt;br /&gt;Pressinto uma calma estranha&lt;br /&gt;Que em mim se entranha&lt;br /&gt;E deixa me descansar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca dei um passo atrás&lt;br /&gt;Que não fosse capaz&lt;br /&gt;De um dia o emendar&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar com outro futuro&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos duro&lt;br /&gt;Que nos ponha a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in A Grande Mentira, Balla - 2006&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-4366259481795360401?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/4366259481795360401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=4366259481795360401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/4366259481795360401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/4366259481795360401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/08/q32o1-balla.html' title='[Q3.2/o1] Balla'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-435637397044915876</id><published>2007-08-16T20:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:18:33.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.3/o1] Morrisey</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wzpynvxr7tA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wzpynvxr7tA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- FIRST OF THE GANG TO DIE -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have never been in love,&lt;br /&gt;Until you've seen the stars,&lt;br /&gt;reflect in the resevoirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have never been in love,&lt;br /&gt;Until you've seen the dawn rise,&lt;br /&gt;behind the home for the blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the pretty petty thieves,&lt;br /&gt;And you're standing on our street..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...where Hector was the first of the gang&lt;br /&gt;with a gun in his hand &lt;br /&gt;and the first to do time&lt;br /&gt;the first of the gang to die. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;Hector was the first of the gang&lt;br /&gt;with a gun in his hand &lt;br /&gt;and the first to do time&lt;br /&gt;the first of the gang to die. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have never been in love,&lt;br /&gt;Until you've seen the sunlight thrown&lt;br /&gt;over smashed human bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the pretty petty thieves,&lt;br /&gt;And you're standing on our street..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...where Hector was the first of the gang&lt;br /&gt;with a gun in his hand &lt;br /&gt;and the first to do time&lt;br /&gt;the first of the gang to die. Such a silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;Hector was the first of the gang&lt;br /&gt;with a gun in his hand &lt;br /&gt;and a bullet in his gullet&lt;br /&gt;and the first lost lad to go under the sod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he stole from the rich and the poor &lt;br /&gt;and the not-very-rich and the very poor&lt;br /&gt;and he stole all hearts away&lt;br /&gt;he stole all hearts away&lt;br /&gt;he stole all hearts away&lt;br /&gt;he stole all hearts away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in You Are The Quarry, Morrisey - 2004&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-435637397044915876?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/435637397044915876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=435637397044915876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/435637397044915876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/435637397044915876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/08/q33o1-morrisey.html' title='[Q3.3/o1] Morrisey'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-2074851415958079894</id><published>2007-08-14T17:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:17:40.768+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o2] Josh Rouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsbuMOWs3jU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsbuMOWs3jU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- QUIET TOWN -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know somewhere there is a party going down.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting people; conversation to be found.&lt;br /&gt;I've lived in cities where there is no solid tune,&lt;br /&gt;made some friends there that I hope I'll never lose.&lt;br /&gt;But, for now, I want to stay in this quiet town.&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors on my block, they've got stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;"This is the grocery who once was a hotel."&lt;br /&gt;"And Mr. Driscoll, he just stands there with his smile,&lt;br /&gt;inviting everyone he sees to come inside."&lt;br /&gt;This is the life I want to live in a quiet town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OoO, sometimes I miss the shows I loved a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;OoO, sometimes I miss the shows I loved a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Come Sunday morning there's a market on the square.&lt;br /&gt;Children are playing, bells are ringing in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Old men are drinking, it's a lazy afternoon; &lt;br /&gt;content with thinking that there is nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I'm gonna stay in this quiet town.&lt;br /&gt;In this quiet town.&lt;br /&gt;In this quiet town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Subtitulo, Josh Rouse - 2006&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-2074851415958079894?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/2074851415958079894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=2074851415958079894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2074851415958079894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2074851415958079894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/08/q32o2-josh-rouse.html' title='[Q3.2/o2] Josh Rouse'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-1907630044784696599</id><published>2007-08-13T15:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:16:12.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o1] The Magic Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H_hf29ard40&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H_hf29ard40&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- LOVE'S A GAME - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, maybe I think maybe I don't &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will maybe I won't &lt;br /&gt;Find my way this time &lt;br /&gt;I hear you're calling me soon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days &lt;br /&gt;Some of these days, and somebody pays &lt;br /&gt;It happens all the time &lt;br /&gt;I'll believing, believing you wanted me to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'm a fool for walking in line &lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should have tried to leave this time &lt;br /&gt;I'm an honest mistake that you made &lt;br /&gt;Did you mean to? &lt;br /&gt;Did you mean? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, did you mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is just a game &lt;br /&gt;Broken all the same &lt;br /&gt;And I will get over you &lt;br /&gt;Love is just a lie &lt;br /&gt;Happens all the time &lt;br /&gt;Swear I know this much is true &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and they coloured you up &lt;br /&gt;They coloured you down, they coloured you in &lt;br /&gt;And I've been waiting so long &lt;br /&gt;To take you home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I think, maybe I don't &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will, maybe I won't &lt;br /&gt;Find my way tonight &lt;br /&gt;But I hear you're calling me soon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'm a fool for walking in line &lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should have tried to leave this time &lt;br /&gt;I'm an honest mistake that you made &lt;br /&gt;Did you mean to? &lt;br /&gt;Did you mean? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, did you mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is just a game &lt;br /&gt;Broken all the same &lt;br /&gt;And I will get over you &lt;br /&gt;Love is just a lie &lt;br /&gt;Happens all the time &lt;br /&gt;Swear I know this much is true &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'm a fool for walking in line &lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should have tried to leave this time &lt;br /&gt;I'm an honest mistake that you made &lt;br /&gt;Did you mean to? &lt;br /&gt;Did you mean? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, did you mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is just a game &lt;br /&gt;Broken all the same &lt;br /&gt;And I will get over you &lt;br /&gt;Love is just a lie &lt;br /&gt;Happens all the time &lt;br /&gt;Swear I know this much is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in The Magic Numbers, The Magic Numbers - 2005&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-1907630044784696599?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/1907630044784696599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=1907630044784696599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1907630044784696599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1907630044784696599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/08/loves-game-oh-maybe-i-think-maybe-i.html' title='[Q3.2/o1] The Magic Numbers'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-5530411646590728646</id><published>2007-08-07T04:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:14:24.844+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o1] Green Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vLSUdF2d_uI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vLSUdF2d_uI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;The innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my fathers come to pass&lt;br /&gt;seven years has gone so fast&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the rain again&lt;br /&gt;falling from the stars&lt;br /&gt;drenched in my pain again&lt;br /&gt;becoming who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my memory rests&lt;br /&gt;but never forgets what I lost&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;the innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ring out the bells again&lt;br /&gt;like we did when spring began&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the rain again&lt;br /&gt;falling from the stars&lt;br /&gt;drenched in my pain again&lt;br /&gt;becoming who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my memory rests&lt;br /&gt;but never forgets what I lost&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;The innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my father's come to pass&lt;br /&gt;twenty years has gone so fast&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in American Idiot, Green Day - 2004&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-5530411646590728646?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/5530411646590728646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=5530411646590728646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/5530411646590728646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/5530411646590728646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/08/wake-me-up-when-september-ends-summer.html' title='[Q3.2/o1] Green Day'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-1842492412211635115</id><published>2007-08-06T21:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:13:05.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q1.1/o1] Alphaville</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7CuJ8cR9sg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7CuJ8cR9sg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- FOREVER YOUNG -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets dance in style, lets dance for a while&lt;br /&gt;Heaven can wait were only watching the skies&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for the best but expecting the worst&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to drop the bomb or not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us die young or let us live forever&lt;br /&gt;We dont have the power but we never say never&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip&lt;br /&gt;The musics for the sad men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine when this race is won&lt;br /&gt;Turn our golden faces into the sun&lt;br /&gt;Praising our leaders were getting in tune&lt;br /&gt;The musics played by the madmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever young, I want to be forever young&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are like water, some are like the heat&lt;br /&gt;Some are a melody and some are the beat&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later they all will be gone&lt;br /&gt;Why dont they stay young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard to get old without a cause&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to perish like a fading horse&lt;br /&gt;Youth is like diamonds in the sun&lt;br /&gt;And dimonds are forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many adventures couldnt happen today&lt;br /&gt;So many songs we forgot to play&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams are swinging out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;We let them come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Forever Young, Alphaville - 1984&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-1842492412211635115?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/1842492412211635115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=1842492412211635115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1842492412211635115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1842492412211635115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/08/reliquias-iv.html' title='[Q1.1/o1] Alphaville'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-1953227724216507661</id><published>2007-07-21T03:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:12:01.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q1.2/o1] Eddie Brickell &amp; New Bohemians</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3qCul-SzRr8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3qCul-SzRr8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CIRCLE -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends&lt;br /&gt;And we notice you don't come around&lt;br /&gt;Me, I think it all depends&lt;br /&gt;On you touching ground with us, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit -- I give up&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's good enough for anybody else&lt;br /&gt;It seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being alone is the best way to be&lt;br /&gt;When I'm by myself it's the best way to be&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all alone it's the best way to be&lt;br /&gt;When I'm by myself nobody else can say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is temporary anyway&lt;br /&gt;When the streets are wet&lt;br /&gt;The colors slip into the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know that means you and I are&lt;br /&gt;That means you and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being alone is the best way to be&lt;br /&gt;When I'm by myself it's the best way to be&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all alone it's the best way to be&lt;br /&gt;When I'm by myself nobody else can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends&lt;br /&gt;And we notice you don't come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Shooting Rubberbands at the Stars, Eddie Brickell - 1988&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-1953227724216507661?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/1953227724216507661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=1953227724216507661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1953227724216507661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1953227724216507661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/07/lembranas-v.html' title='[Q1.2/o1] Eddie Brickell &amp; New Bohemians'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-5277018267437969829</id><published>2007-07-21T03:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:10:29.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.3/o1] Badly Drawn Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RRg1Q0taBUs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RRg1Q0taBUs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- YOU WERE RIGHT -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you,&lt;br /&gt;Were right to bide your time and not buy into my misery&lt;br /&gt;Well the good things are never free&lt;br /&gt;Do the colours of the rainbow look the same to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;Was rushing round in circles for a reason to believe&lt;br /&gt;Wipe the slime from off your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;You could follow me for weeks&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to love someone&lt;br /&gt;Till the day that they are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Just had a dream the other night&lt;br /&gt;I was married to the Queen&lt;br /&gt;And Madonna lived next door&lt;br /&gt;I think she took a shine to me&lt;br /&gt;And the kids were all grown up&lt;br /&gt;But I had to turn her down&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I was still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning Madonna down&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling it my best move&lt;br /&gt;I'll get her tickets to what she needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember doing nothing on the night Sinatra died&lt;br /&gt;And the night Jeff Buckley died&lt;br /&gt;And the night Kurt Cobain died&lt;br /&gt;And the night John Lennon died&lt;br /&gt;I remember I stayed up to watch the news with everyone&lt;br /&gt;And that was a lot of nights&lt;br /&gt;And that was a lot of lives&lt;br /&gt;Who lost the tickets to what they need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Was busy finding answers while you just got on with real life&lt;br /&gt;Always hoped you'd be my wife&lt;br /&gt;But I never found the time&lt;br /&gt;For the question to arrive&lt;br /&gt;I just disguised it in a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And songs are never quite the answer&lt;br /&gt;Just a soundtrack to a life&lt;br /&gt;That is over all too soon&lt;br /&gt;Helps to turn the days to night&lt;br /&gt;While I was wrong and you were right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was a lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to be your fool&lt;br /&gt;And get you tickets to what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to make my move&lt;br /&gt;I'll get you tickets to what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Have you Fed The Fish? , Badly Drawn Boy - 2002&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-5277018267437969829?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/5277018267437969829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=5277018267437969829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/5277018267437969829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/5277018267437969829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/07/lembranas-iv.html' title='[Q3.3/o1] Badly Drawn Boy'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-6709019378461903649</id><published>2007-07-21T02:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:08:42.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.1/o1] Pedro Javier Hermosilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ea44cc1e13829827" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dea44cc1e13829827%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472126%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D859AFDCB26D32E78EDF99A4D5CFE78F8A2BA50B5.53249DD08CD5536C034E2C1264592F0955797613%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dea44cc1e13829827%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGID1k7yTuXZfKkyKlSpZEpdKkuU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POR UN RATITO EN TUS OÍDOS -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre es atardecer &lt;br /&gt;en esta isla&lt;br /&gt;nunca miro las mañanas &lt;br /&gt;le debo al amanecer &lt;br /&gt;todos mis dias &lt;br /&gt;pero siempre se me escapa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se va como tú &lt;br /&gt;que acabas huyendo del mar &lt;br /&gt;donde busqué tu olvido &lt;br /&gt;si no te puedo tocar &lt;br /&gt;sólo me queda el consuelo de estar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por un ratito en tus oidos &lt;br /&gt;en tus oidos &lt;br /&gt;Por un ratito en tus oidos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si no te puedo ver &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por un ratito en tus oidos &lt;br /&gt;en tus oidos &lt;br /&gt;imaginándote &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se puede morir la fe &lt;br /&gt;de mi universo &lt;br /&gt;y no dejaría de creerte &lt;br /&gt;me puedo morir de sed &lt;br /&gt;si no te bebo &lt;br /&gt;y no dejaria de quererte &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te puedo llorar borrar &lt;br /&gt;lo que queda de ti &lt;br /&gt;no quiero ese vacio s&lt;br /&gt;i no te puedo tocar &lt;br /&gt;me agarraría al consuelo &lt;br /&gt;de estar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por un ratito en tus oidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;DIV align=right&gt;&lt;EM&gt;in Por un ratito en tus oídos, Pedro Javier Hermossilla - 2005&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-6709019378461903649?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ea44cc1e13829827&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/6709019378461903649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=6709019378461903649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/6709019378461903649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/6709019378461903649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/07/por-un-ratito-en-tus-odos-siempre-es.html' title='[Q3.1/o1] Pedro Javier Hermosilla'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-7916264442831155737</id><published>2007-07-21T01:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:49:58.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q1.2/o1] Dionne Warwick</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZVpuCoky7Y4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZVpuCoky7Y4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- HEARTBREAKER (Bee Gees) - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to say it and it's hard for me &lt;br /&gt;You got me cryin' like I thought &lt;br /&gt;I would never be&lt;br /&gt;Love is believin' but you let me down &lt;br /&gt;How can I love you when you ain't around &lt;br /&gt;And I ..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to the morning and you never call &lt;br /&gt;Love should be everything or not at all &lt;br /&gt;And it don't matter what ever you do&lt;br /&gt;I made a life out of lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to find any dream that I follow is dying&lt;br /&gt;I'm cryin' in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I could be searchin' my world for a love everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Feeling no pain, when will we meet again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to be a heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Is it a lesson that I never knew&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get out of the spell that &lt;br /&gt;I'm under My love for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Why do you have to be a heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;When I was bein' what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everything I ever wanted has passed me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world may end Not you and I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is stronger than the universe &lt;br /&gt;My soul is cryin' for you &lt;br /&gt;And that can not be reversed &lt;br /&gt;You made the rules and you could not see&lt;br /&gt;You made a life out of hurtin' me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I am held by the power of you love &lt;br /&gt;Tell me when do we try &lt;br /&gt;Or should we say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why do you have to be a heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Is it a lesson that I never knew&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everything I ever wanted &lt;br /&gt;My love for you, ooh.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Heartbreaker, Dionne Warwick - 1982&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-7916264442831155737?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/7916264442831155737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=7916264442831155737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/7916264442831155737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/7916264442831155737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/07/relquias-iii.html' title='[Q1.2/o1] Dionne Warwick'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-2531413984916269022</id><published>2007-07-07T04:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:47:58.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.3/o1] The Shins</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4tuVq_BCrf8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4tuVq_BCrf8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PHANTOM LIMB -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen into coats,&lt;br /&gt;White girls of the North,&lt;br /&gt;Filed past one, five and one&lt;br /&gt;They are the fabled lambs,&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday ham,&lt;br /&gt;The ancient snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they could float above the grass,&lt;br /&gt;In circles if they tried,&lt;br /&gt;A latent power I'm known to hide,&lt;br /&gt;To keep some hope alive,&lt;br /&gt;That a girl like I could ever try,&lt;br /&gt;Could ever try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just skirt the hallway signs,&lt;br /&gt;A phantom and a fly,&lt;br /&gt;Follow the lines and wonder why&lt;br /&gt;There's no connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And weakened falling eyes,&lt;br /&gt;In cheap shots from the tribe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're often in Marcus' porch again,&lt;br /&gt;Another afternoon with the gold head tunes,&lt;br /&gt;And pilfered booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wandered through the mama's house,&lt;br /&gt;And the milk from the window lights,&lt;br /&gt;Family portrait circa ninety-five,&lt;br /&gt;This is that foreign land,&lt;br /&gt;With the sprayed on tans,&lt;br /&gt;And it all feels fine,&lt;br /&gt;Beats circus slime,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when they tap our mundane heads,&lt;br /&gt;To zombie-walk in our stead,&lt;br /&gt;This town seems hardly worth our time,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;Too far along in our climb,&lt;br /&gt;Stepping over what now towers to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;With no connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh waooo waooo&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when they tap our sunday heads,&lt;br /&gt;To zombie-walk in our stead,&lt;br /&gt;This town seems hardly worth our time,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;Too far along in our climb,&lt;br /&gt;Stepping over what now towers to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;With no connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh waooo waooo&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Wincing the Night Away, The Shins - 2007&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-2531413984916269022?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/2531413984916269022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=2531413984916269022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2531413984916269022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2531413984916269022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/07/ecoar-na-cabea-iv.html' title='[Q3.3/o1] The Shins'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-4942681867172757173</id><published>2007-07-06T21:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:45:56.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.1/o1] Five For Fighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3gNkuD01v8U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3gNkuD01v8U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SUPERMAN (IT'S NOT EASY) - (=VIDEO NÃO OFICIAL=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that naive&lt;br /&gt;I’m just out to find&lt;br /&gt;The better part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m more than a bird...i’m more than a plane&lt;br /&gt;More than some pretty face beside a train&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I could cry&lt;br /&gt;Fall upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to lie&lt;br /&gt;About a home I’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes have the right to bleed&lt;br /&gt;I may be disturbed...but won’t you concede&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes have the right to dream&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up, up and away...away from me&lt;br /&gt;It’s all right...you can all sleep sound tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m not crazy...or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that naive&lt;br /&gt;Men weren’t meant to ride&lt;br /&gt;With clouds between their knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a man in a silly red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Digging for kryptonite on this one way street&lt;br /&gt;Only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Looking for special things inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Inside me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, inside me&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a man&lt;br /&gt;In a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a man&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a man&lt;br /&gt;In a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to be me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in America Town, Five For Fighting - 2000&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-4942681867172757173?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/4942681867172757173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=4942681867172757173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/4942681867172757173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/4942681867172757173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/07/momentos-iv.html' title='[Q3.1/o1] Five For Fighting'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-2005489025875375930</id><published>2007-06-23T16:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:42:29.808+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.3/o1] Robbie Williams</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BoAjR9pP72Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BoAjR9pP72Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SHE'S MADONNA- (Contém entrevista)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Madonna, Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss you&lt;br /&gt;Just who&lt;br /&gt;You used to be&lt;br /&gt;And you don't ring true&lt;br /&gt;So please&lt;br /&gt;Stop calling me&lt;br /&gt;Your "I love you"'s&lt;br /&gt;Are ten a penny&lt;br /&gt;You're dropping clues&lt;br /&gt;Like you've got any&lt;br /&gt;You got to choose&lt;br /&gt;There's been so many ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby&lt;br /&gt;But face it she's Madonna&lt;br /&gt;No man on earth&lt;br /&gt;Could say that he don't want her&lt;br /&gt;This look of love&lt;br /&gt;Says I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;You're frozen now&lt;br /&gt;I've done the freezing&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking out&lt;br /&gt;Madonna's calling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got to be&lt;br /&gt;Obscene to be believed&lt;br /&gt;That's her routine&lt;br /&gt;Not what she means to me&lt;br /&gt;I found myself&lt;br /&gt;By circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Across a room&lt;br /&gt;Where people dance&lt;br /&gt;And quite by chance&lt;br /&gt;She' danced right next TO me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby&lt;br /&gt;But face it she's Madonna&lt;br /&gt;No man on earth&lt;br /&gt;Would say that he don't want her&lt;br /&gt;It's me not you&lt;br /&gt;I've got to move on&lt;br /&gt;You're younger too&lt;br /&gt;But she's got her groove on&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry love&lt;br /&gt;Madonna's calling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Madonna, Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you a secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having drinks&lt;br /&gt;With Kate and Stella&lt;br /&gt;Gwyneth's here&lt;br /&gt;She's brought her fella&lt;br /&gt;But all I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;Is take Madonna home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby&lt;br /&gt;But face it she's Madonna&lt;br /&gt;No man on earth&lt;br /&gt;Would say that he don't want her&lt;br /&gt;It's me not you&lt;br /&gt;I've got to move on&lt;br /&gt;You're younger too&lt;br /&gt;But she's got her groove on&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry love&lt;br /&gt;Madonna's calling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Rudebox, Robbie Williams (&amp; Pet Shop Boys) - 2006&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-2005489025875375930?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/2005489025875375930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=2005489025875375930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2005489025875375930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2005489025875375930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/06/shes-madonna-contm-entrevista-oh.html' title='[Q3.3/o1] Robbie Williams'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-8357523517972093223</id><published>2007-06-16T14:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:39:38.299+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q1.1/o1] Cutting Crew</title><content type='html'>&lt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tw-mRkflJ-0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tw-mRkflJ-0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'VE BEEN IN LOVE BEFORE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch my breath, close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe a word.&lt;br /&gt;Things she said, overheard&lt;br /&gt;Something wrong inside&lt;br /&gt;Hits you in a minute, Ooo&lt;br /&gt;Then you know you're in it, aah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love before&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love before&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is when you're in it&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love before&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one touch, just one look&lt;br /&gt;A dangerous dance&lt;br /&gt;One small word can make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Like running away&lt;br /&gt;You can't say you're in it, no, until you reach the limit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love before&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love before&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is when you're in it&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love before&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love before&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love before&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is when you're in it&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love before&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is when you're in it&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Broadcast, Cutting Crew - 1986&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-8357523517972093223?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/8357523517972093223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=8357523517972093223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/8357523517972093223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/8357523517972093223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/06/lembranas-iii.html' title='[Q1.1/o1] Cutting Crew'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-1201565488286164291</id><published>2007-06-05T03:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:37:46.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.3/o1] The Fray</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKOyx8Lt3UU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKOyx8Lt3UU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OVER MY HEAD (Cable Car)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that everything was falling through&lt;br /&gt;That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue&lt;br /&gt;To turn and run when all I needed was the truth&lt;br /&gt;But that's how it's got to be&lt;br /&gt;It's coming down to nothing more than apathy&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather run the other way than stay and see&lt;br /&gt;The smoke and who's still standing when it clears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's rearrange&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were a stranger I could disengage&lt;br /&gt;Just say that we agree and then never change&lt;br /&gt;Soften a bit until we all just get along&lt;br /&gt;But that's disregard&lt;br /&gt;Find another friend and you discard&lt;br /&gt;As you lose the argument in a cable car&lt;br /&gt;Hanging above as the canyon comes between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I become a part of your past&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming the part that don't last&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing you and its effortless&lt;br /&gt;Without a sound we lose sight of the ground&lt;br /&gt;In the throw around&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that you wanted to bring it down&lt;br /&gt;I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in over my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm in over my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm in over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in How To Save A Life, The Fray - 2006&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-1201565488286164291?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/1201565488286164291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=1201565488286164291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1201565488286164291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1201565488286164291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/06/over-my-head-cable-car-i-never-knew-i.html' title='[Q3.3/o1] The Fray'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-8400766138833562046</id><published>2007-05-14T15:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:35:19.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o1] Mikel Erentxun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6zVJVqDz69Q"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6zVJVqDz69Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ESOS DÍAS -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, con mi pesar&lt;br /&gt;mi calma de rubí&lt;br /&gt;y mi camisa que antes era gris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un ademán que intento controlar&lt;br /&gt;pero entiendo que ya no es igual&lt;br /&gt;que estoy aquí y tú no estás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre pienso en esos días que pasaste por mi vida&lt;br /&gt;y que palabra y que canción te gustaría&lt;br /&gt;Siempre pienso en esos días que tu piel era la mía&lt;br /&gt;y como fué que no encontramos la salida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú,no llamas más&lt;br /&gt;tu calle de la paz es casi casi más que una señal&lt;br /&gt;un vendaval de arena sin el mar&lt;br /&gt;donde hubo un puerto ya no está&lt;br /&gt;y no hablas más y ya es de noche en la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre pienso en esos días que pasaste por mi vida&lt;br /&gt;y que palabra y que canción te gustaría&lt;br /&gt;Siempre pienso en esos días que tu piel era la mía&lt;br /&gt;y como fué que no encontramos la salida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu recuerdo en mi sofá&lt;br /&gt;y el tiempo que se va&lt;br /&gt;tratando de pensar se me quema&lt;br /&gt;un cigarrillo más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Exitos, Mikel Erentxun - 2004&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-8400766138833562046?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/8400766138833562046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=8400766138833562046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/8400766138833562046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/8400766138833562046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/05/esos-das-yo-con-mi-pesar-mi-calma-de.html' title='[Q3.2/o1] Mikel Erentxun'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-1932660995707537509</id><published>2007-05-12T01:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:34:21.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q2.2/o1] Prefab Sprout</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpVMFD9Pygc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpVMFD9Pygc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A PRISONER OF THE PAST -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a ghost to you now, I'm someone you don't really wish to see&lt;br /&gt;I'm a ghost to you now, a shadow since you turned your back on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll learn - why it was I shook&lt;br /&gt;Baby your turn - to wear the haunted look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ghost is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;I survived the blast&lt;br /&gt;Get Ready, get ready to pay&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking you at last&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ghost is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;He survived the blast&lt;br /&gt;Get ready, get ready to say -&lt;br /&gt;"I've found my niche at last&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner of the past"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere that you go,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be the welcome there for you&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere that you go&lt;br /&gt;be certain that the table's set for two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll learn - there's nowhere you can go&lt;br /&gt;Baby you'll turn - as white, as white as snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ghost is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;I survived the blast&lt;br /&gt;Get Ready, get ready to pay&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking you at last&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ghost is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;He survived the blast&lt;br /&gt;Get ready, get ready to say -&lt;br /&gt;"I've found my niche at last&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner of the past"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ghost is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;I survived the blast&lt;br /&gt;Get Ready, get ready to pay&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking you at last&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Andromeda Heights, Prefab Sprout - 1997&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-1932660995707537509?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/1932660995707537509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=1932660995707537509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1932660995707537509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1932660995707537509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/05/prisoner-of-past-im-ghost-to-you-now-im.html' title='[Q2.2/o1] Prefab Sprout'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-2709553955837963066</id><published>2007-05-05T02:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:32:36.245+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.3/o1] Just Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K72tfYdYROo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K72tfYdYROo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-STARZ IN THEIR EYES-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they'll be making sure you stay amused &lt;br /&gt;they'll fill you up with drugs and booze &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll make the evening news &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're tripping over your dreams &lt;br /&gt;They'll keep you down by any means &lt;br /&gt;and by the end of the night you'll be stifling your screams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you became a VIPerson &lt;br /&gt;It's like your problems have all worsened &lt;br /&gt;Your paranoia casts aspersions &lt;br /&gt;On the truths you know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they'll just put you in the spotlight &lt;br /&gt;And hope that you'll do alright &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Why do you wanna go put starz in their eyes? &lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna go put starz in their eyes? &lt;br /&gt;so why you wanna go put starz in their eyes? &lt;br /&gt;now why you wanna go put starz in there eyes &lt;br /&gt;starz in their eyes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember they said you'd show them all &lt;br /&gt;Emphasise the rise but not the fall &lt;br /&gt;And now you're playing a shopping mall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mum and dad they can't believe &lt;br /&gt;What you appear to have achieved &lt;br /&gt;While the rest of these users are just laughing in their sleeves &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you became a VIPerson &lt;br /&gt;It's like your problems have all worsened &lt;br /&gt;Your paranoia casts aspersions &lt;br /&gt;On the truths you know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the tabloids use your face &lt;br /&gt;To document your fall from grace &lt;br /&gt;And then they'll tell you that that's just the way it goes &lt;br /&gt;That's just the way it goes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? &lt;br /&gt;It's the same old story well they just didn't realise &lt;br /&gt;And it's a long way to come from the dog and duck karaoke machine &lt;br /&gt;And Saturday night's drunken dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? &lt;br /&gt;It's the same old story but they just didn't realise &lt;br /&gt;And it's a long way to come from your private bedroom dance routines &lt;br /&gt;And Saturday night's drunken dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? &lt;br /&gt;Why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? &lt;br /&gt;So why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? &lt;br /&gt;Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? &lt;br /&gt;Starz in their eyes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? &lt;br /&gt;It's the same old story but they just didn't realise &lt;br /&gt;And it's a long way to come from the dog and duck karaoke machine &lt;br /&gt;And Saturday night's drunken dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--For Extended Version-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When I grow up im going to be famous) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the steel barrier and sequence and glitter &lt;br /&gt;Five inch heels still knee deep in the litter &lt;br /&gt;Each of them a bitter bullshitter, &lt;br /&gt;Wrapped up in the cloak of fake glamour, getting lost in the camera &lt;br /&gt;Well footprints are fools gold, diamonds crusts on their one off plimsolls &lt;br /&gt;So little time for these one off arseholes &lt;br /&gt;Rigour mortis Ken and Barbie dolls, &lt;br /&gt;A pair of big shades and a push up bra, &lt;br /&gt;It's such a short gap between the gutter and stars, &lt;br /&gt;That you've come a long way from the place that you started &lt;br /&gt;So why'd you wanna go and get so down hearted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the kingdom of the blagger &lt;br /&gt;Uncutting you nose clean, coating you bladder &lt;br /&gt;A whole lot happier a whole lot sadder, &lt;br /&gt;Used to be satisfied but now you feel like Mick Jagger, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--For Extended Version-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? &lt;br /&gt;It's the same old story well they just didn't realise &lt;br /&gt;And it's a long way to come from the dog and duck karaoke machine &lt;br /&gt;And Saturday night's drunken dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes? &lt;br /&gt;It's the same old story well they just didn't realise &lt;br /&gt;And it's a long way to come from your private bedroom dance routines &lt;br /&gt;And Saturday night's drunken dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Overtones, Just Jack - 2006&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-2709553955837963066?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/2709553955837963066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=2709553955837963066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2709553955837963066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2709553955837963066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/05/starz-in-their-eyes-theyll-be-making.html' title='[Q3.3/o1] Just Jack'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-1879615809700117042</id><published>2007-04-21T03:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:31:37.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o1] The Thrills</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_7NDXhYwNU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_7NDXhYwNU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BIG SUR-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the city&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll dance to the end&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me that you'll dance to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey you're the monkees&lt;br /&gt;People said you monkeyed around&lt;br /&gt;But nobody's listening now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't go back to Big Sur&lt;br /&gt;Hangin' around, lettin' your old man down&lt;br /&gt;Just don't go back to Big Sur&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby please don't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the street lights&lt;br /&gt;They're never gonna guide you home&lt;br /&gt;No they're never gonna guide you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down at the steam boat show,&lt;br /&gt;All the kids start spittin'&lt;br /&gt;I guess it didn't live up to the billing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't go back to Big Sur&lt;br /&gt;Hangin' around, lettin' your old man down&lt;br /&gt;Just don't go back to Big Sur&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby please don't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in So Much For The City, The Thrills - 2003&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-1879615809700117042?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/1879615809700117042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=1879615809700117042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1879615809700117042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1879615809700117042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/04/big-sur-so-much-for-city-tell-me-that.html' title='[Q3.2/o1] The Thrills'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-1790799662926449500</id><published>2007-04-06T05:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:24:34.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q1.1/o1] Christopher Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_JOmEIGGdE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_JOmEIGGdE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ARTHUR'S THEME-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in your life you find her&lt;br /&gt;Someone that turns your heart around&lt;br /&gt;And next thing you know you're closing down the town&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and it's still with you&lt;br /&gt;Even though you left her way across town&lt;br /&gt;Wondering to yourself, "Hey, what've I found?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get caught between the Moon and New York City&lt;br /&gt;I know it's crazy, but it's true&lt;br /&gt;If you get caught between the Moon and New York City&lt;br /&gt;The best that you can do ......&lt;br /&gt;The best that you can do is fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur he does as he pleases&lt;br /&gt;All of his life, he's mastered choice&lt;br /&gt;Deep in his heart, he's just, he's just a boy&lt;br /&gt;Living his life one day at a time&lt;br /&gt;And showing himself a really good time&lt;br /&gt;Laughing about the way they want him to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get caught between the Moon and New York City&lt;br /&gt;I know it's crazy, but it's true&lt;br /&gt;If you get caught between the Moon and New York City&lt;br /&gt;The best that you can do .....&lt;br /&gt;The best that you can do is fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get caught between the Moon and New York City&lt;br /&gt;I know it's crazy, but it's true&lt;br /&gt;If you get caught between the Moon and New York City&lt;br /&gt;The best that you can do .....&lt;br /&gt;The best that you can do is fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Another Page, Christopher Cross - 1983&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-1790799662926449500?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/1790799662926449500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=1790799662926449500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1790799662926449500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/1790799662926449500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/04/christopher-cross-arthurs-theme-add-to.html' title='[Q1.1/o1] Christopher Cross'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-886715468118623748</id><published>2007-04-05T23:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:23:48.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o1] Paulo Praça</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JwDmZrwTb-U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JwDmZrwTb-U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-(DIZ) A VERDADE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se te perguntarem por nós&lt;br /&gt;Sobre que coisa fazemos&lt;br /&gt;Quando estamos juntos,&lt;br /&gt;Diz a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que deslocamos&lt;br /&gt;Os cometas sem querer&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas p'ra desenhos&lt;br /&gt;E a lua garantindo o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se te perguntarem por nós&lt;br /&gt;Sobre que coisa fazemos&lt;br /&gt;Quando estamos juntos,&lt;br /&gt;Diz a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que deslocamos&lt;br /&gt;Os cometas sem querer&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas p'ra desenhos&lt;br /&gt;E a lua garantindo o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a intervenção&lt;br /&gt;Na cósmica escolha dos casais&lt;br /&gt;A obrigação de nos obedecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fosse o Universo&lt;br /&gt;Desentender quem somos&lt;br /&gt;E favorecer a separação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fosse o Universo&lt;br /&gt;Desentender quem somos&lt;br /&gt;E favorecer a separação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou pior,&lt;br /&gt;O não nos havermos conhecido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se te perguntarem por nós&lt;br /&gt;Sobre que coisa fazemos&lt;br /&gt;Quando estamos juntos,&lt;br /&gt;Diz a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que deslocamos&lt;br /&gt;Os cometas sem querer&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas p'ra desenhos&lt;br /&gt;E a lua garantindo o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a intervenção&lt;br /&gt;Na cósmica escolha dos casais&lt;br /&gt;A obrigação de nos obedecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fosse o Universo&lt;br /&gt;Desentender quem somos&lt;br /&gt;E favorecer a separação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fosse o Universo&lt;br /&gt;Desentender quem somos&lt;br /&gt;E favorecer a separação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fosse o Universo&lt;br /&gt;Desentender quem somos&lt;br /&gt;E favorecer a separação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fosse o Universo&lt;br /&gt;Desentender quem somos&lt;br /&gt;E favorecer a separação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou pior,&lt;br /&gt;O não nos havermos conhecido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Disco de Cabeceira, Paulo Praça - 2007&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-886715468118623748?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/886715468118623748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=886715468118623748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/886715468118623748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/886715468118623748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/04/ecoar-na-cabea-ii.html' title='[Q3.2/o1] Paulo Praça'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-8554050212667231322</id><published>2007-03-18T15:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:18:52.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q1.2/o1] Earth &amp; Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ajssp2wHpRk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ajssp2wHpRk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- WEEKEND -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday and it’s so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do to passing the days without you&lt;br /&gt;Friday night when I see you again&lt;br /&gt;You’ll make a fool out of me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be your lover for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I’m looking at your face&lt;br /&gt;There’s something in your eyes that makes me realize&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got no chance if we’re going on this way&lt;br /&gt;You mean such a lot to me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be your lover for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in a woman’s heart&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have a whole and not a part&lt;br /&gt;It’s strange that this feeling grows more and more&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’ve never loved someone like you before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday and it’s so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do to passing the days without you&lt;br /&gt;Friday night when I see you again&lt;br /&gt;You’ll make a fool out of me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be your lover for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I’m looking at your face&lt;br /&gt;There’s something in your eyes that makes me realize&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got no chance if we’re going on this way&lt;br /&gt;You mean such a lot to me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be your lover for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (3x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Reality Fills Fantasy, Earth &amp; Fire - 1984&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-8554050212667231322?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/8554050212667231322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=8554050212667231322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/8554050212667231322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/8554050212667231322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekend-sunday-and-its-so-hard-to-say.html' title='[Q1.2/o1] Earth &amp; Fire'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-4888068402905318646</id><published>2007-03-15T10:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:16:03.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q1.2/o1] Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kiswUkoXbgU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kiswUkoXbgU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- TOUCH BY TOUCH -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel the time is right and your staying by my side&lt;br /&gt;And the love you give to me makes my heart beat&lt;br /&gt;When my fantasy fly away but my feelings make me stay&lt;br /&gt;I see the fire in your eyes, it makes my heart beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it, we'll still do it night and day&lt;br /&gt;You're my all time lover&lt;br /&gt;Do it, we'll still do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Like there is no other&lt;br /&gt;Touch by touch, you're my all time lover&lt;br /&gt;Skin to skin, come undone my cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my heart full of love it makes me a turtle in dove&lt;br /&gt;Love the game that we play night and day&lt;br /&gt;When our love is clear and bright it's our way to see the light&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire in our heart night and day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it, we'll still do it night and day&lt;br /&gt;You're my all time lover&lt;br /&gt;Do it, we'll still do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Like there is no other&lt;br /&gt;Touch by touch, your my all time lover&lt;br /&gt;Skin to skin, come undone my cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it, we'll still do it night and day&lt;br /&gt;You're my all time lover&lt;br /&gt;Do it, we'll still do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Like there is no other&lt;br /&gt;Touch by touch, you're my all time lover&lt;br /&gt;Skin to skin, come undone my covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it, we'll still do it night and day&lt;br /&gt;You're my all time lover&lt;br /&gt;Do it, we'll still do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Like there is no other&lt;br /&gt;Touch by touch, your my all time lover&lt;br /&gt;Skin to skin, come undone my covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Hello, Joy - 1986&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-4888068402905318646?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/4888068402905318646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=4888068402905318646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/4888068402905318646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/4888068402905318646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/06/touch-by-touch-touch-by-touch-youre-my.html' title='[Q1.2/o1] Joy'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-8529217315667284530</id><published>2007-03-10T02:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:14:15.459+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.3/o1] Gwen Stefani</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wmTBXWuDJU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wmTBXWuDJU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SWEET ESCAPE- (Featuring Akon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whohoe, whihoo&lt;br /&gt;Whohoe, whihoo&lt;br /&gt;Whohoe, whihoo&lt;br /&gt;Whohoe, whihoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape&lt;br /&gt;I would, but first of all let me say&lt;br /&gt;I must apologize for acting, stinking, treating you this way&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been acting like sour milk fell on the floor&lt;br /&gt;It's your fault you didn't shut the refridgerator&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape&lt;br /&gt;And re-create a place as my own world&lt;br /&gt;And I could be your favorite girl&lt;br /&gt;Forever, perfectly together&lt;br /&gt;Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be sweet&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been a real bad girl&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for you to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Forever, we can make it better&lt;br /&gt;Tell me boy, Now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna get away, to our sweet escape)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let me down&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my lowest boiling point&lt;br /&gt;Come help me out&lt;br /&gt;I need to get me out of this joint&lt;br /&gt;Come on, let's bounce&lt;br /&gt;Counting on you to turn me around&lt;br /&gt;Instead of clowning around let's look for some common ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby, times getting a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting a little lazy&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to come save me&lt;br /&gt;I can see that you're angry&lt;br /&gt;[ these lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;br /&gt;By the way the you treat me&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;Want to take you with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape&lt;br /&gt;And re-create a place as my own world&lt;br /&gt;And I could be your favorite girl&lt;br /&gt;Forever, perfectly together&lt;br /&gt;Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be sweet&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been a real bad girl&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for you to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Forever, we can make it better&lt;br /&gt;Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whohoe, whihoo&lt;br /&gt;Whohoe, whihoo&lt;br /&gt;Whohoe, whihoo&lt;br /&gt;Whohoe, whihoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been acting like sour milk fell on the floor&lt;br /&gt;It's your fault you didn't shut the refridgerator&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape&lt;br /&gt;And re-create a place in my own world&lt;br /&gt;And I could be your favorite girl&lt;br /&gt;Forever, perfectly together&lt;br /&gt;Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be sweet&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been a real bad girl&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for you to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Forever, we can make it better&lt;br /&gt;Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in The Sweet Escape, Gwen Stefani - 2007&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-8529217315667284530?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/8529217315667284530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=8529217315667284530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/8529217315667284530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/8529217315667284530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/03/na-berra-i.html' title='[Q3.3/o1] Gwen Stefani'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-5184662963975922759</id><published>2007-02-11T04:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:12:33.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q1.3/o1] The Smiths</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/INgXzChwipY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/INgXzChwipY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-THERE'S A LIGHT THAT NEVER GOES OUT-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;Where there's music and there's people&lt;br /&gt;And they're young and alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in your car&lt;br /&gt;I never never want to go home&lt;br /&gt;Because I haven't got one&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;Because I want to see people and&lt;br /&gt;I want to see life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in your car&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please don't drop me home&lt;br /&gt;Because it's not my home, it's their home,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm welcome no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if a double-decker bus&lt;br /&gt;Crashes into us&lt;br /&gt;To die by your side&lt;br /&gt;Is such a heavenly way to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if a ten-ton truck&lt;br /&gt;Kills the both of us&lt;br /&gt;To die by your side&lt;br /&gt;Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;Take me anywhere, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;And in the darkened underpass&lt;br /&gt;I thought oh god, my chance has come at last &lt;br /&gt;(but then a strange fear gripped me and i just couldn't ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;Oh, take me anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, &lt;br /&gt;I don't care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in your car&lt;br /&gt;I never never want to go home&lt;br /&gt;Because I havent got one, oh no...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I haven't got one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if a double-decker bus&lt;br /&gt;Crashes into us&lt;br /&gt;To die by your side&lt;br /&gt;Is such a heavenly way to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if a ten-ton truck&lt;br /&gt;Kills the both of us&lt;br /&gt;To die by your side&lt;br /&gt;Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there is a light and it never goes out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in The Queen Is Dead, The Smiths - 1986&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-5184662963975922759?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/5184662963975922759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=5184662963975922759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/5184662963975922759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/5184662963975922759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/02/reliquias-i.html' title='[Q1.3/o1] The Smiths'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-6964020788679670682</id><published>2007-02-11T02:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:10:05.445+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.1/o1] Hands On Approach</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fOM96R9WgLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fOM96R9WgLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-IF YOU GIVE UP-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna wait&lt;br /&gt;You left me inside out&lt;br /&gt;It's too hard for me&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know and don't ask how&lt;br /&gt;That i'm gonna make it work again&lt;br /&gt;You don't know and don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;That i'm gonna make it once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give up now, whos gonna loose&lt;br /&gt;Which one of us, is given up now of being free&lt;br /&gt;And if you give up now, whos gonna loose&lt;br /&gt;Which one of us, is given up now of being free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance from between us&lt;br /&gt;That we can't shake out&lt;br /&gt;It's cristal clear&lt;br /&gt;But it ain't gonna last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know and don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;That i'm trying to make it work&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to make it work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give up now, whos gonna loose&lt;br /&gt;Which one of us, is given up now of being free&lt;br /&gt;And if you give up now, whos gonna loose&lt;br /&gt;Which one of us, is given up now of being free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look around and see&lt;br /&gt;Who you really need&lt;br /&gt;Who you really want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give up now, whos gonna loose&lt;br /&gt;Which one of us, is given up now of being free&lt;br /&gt;And if you give up now, whos gonna loose&lt;br /&gt;Which one of us, is given up now of being free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look around and see&lt;br /&gt;If you give up you won't be free&lt;br /&gt;You won't be free yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never look back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Groovin' On Monster's Eye-Balls, Hands On Approach - 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-6964020788679670682?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/6964020788679670682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=6964020788679670682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/6964020788679670682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/6964020788679670682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/02/momentos-ii.html' title='[Q3.1/o1] Hands On Approach'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-2849907360277550367</id><published>2007-02-10T04:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:08:24.629+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q2.2/o1] Suzanne Vega</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZNYoK-JSUeU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZNYoK-JSUeU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- IN LIVERPOOL-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday&lt;br /&gt;No traffic&lt;br /&gt;On the avenue&lt;br /&gt;The light is pale and thin&lt;br /&gt;Like you&lt;br /&gt;No sound, down&lt;br /&gt;In this part of town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the boy in the belfry&lt;br /&gt;He's crazy, he's throwing himself&lt;br /&gt;Down from the top of the tower&lt;br /&gt;Like a hunchback in heaven&lt;br /&gt;He's ringing the bells in the church&lt;br /&gt;For the last half an hour&lt;br /&gt;He sounds like he's missing something&lt;br /&gt;Or someone that he knows he can't&lt;br /&gt;Have now and if he isn't&lt;br /&gt;I certainly am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homesick for a clock&lt;br /&gt;That told the same time&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you made no sense to me&lt;br /&gt;If you lie on the ground&lt;br /&gt;In somebody's arms&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably swallow some of their history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boy in the belfry&lt;br /&gt;He's crazy, he's throwing himself&lt;br /&gt;Down from the top of the tower&lt;br /&gt;Like a hunchback in heaven&lt;br /&gt;He's ringing the bells in the church&lt;br /&gt;For the last half an hour&lt;br /&gt;He sounds like he's missing something&lt;br /&gt;Or someone that he knows he can't&lt;br /&gt;Have now and if he isn't&lt;br /&gt;I certainly am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the girl who sings for my supper&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the monk whose forehead is high&lt;br /&gt;He'll be the man who's already working&lt;br /&gt;Spreading a memory all through the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday&lt;br /&gt;No reason to even remember you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the boy in the belfry&lt;br /&gt;He's crazy, he's throwing himself&lt;br /&gt;Down from the top of the tower&lt;br /&gt;Like a hunchback in heaven&lt;br /&gt;He's ringing the bells in the church&lt;br /&gt;For the last half an hour&lt;br /&gt;He sounds like he's missing something&lt;br /&gt;Or someone that he knows he can't&lt;br /&gt;Have now and if he isn'tI certainly am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;In Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in 99.9 Fahrenheit, Suzanne Vega- 1992&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-2849907360277550367?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/2849907360277550367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=2849907360277550367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2849907360277550367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2849907360277550367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/02/lembranas-i.html' title='[Q2.2/o1] Suzanne Vega'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-5279580324121437796</id><published>2007-02-03T02:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:11:33.889+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.2/o1] Josh Rouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qd_kN9PyU8A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qd_kN9PyU8A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WINTER IN THE HAMPTONS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go&lt;br /&gt;Singin' our songs with our soul&lt;br /&gt;Winter has gone&lt;br /&gt;Where do we belong&lt;br /&gt;We have stayed too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night&lt;br /&gt;So uptight we get stoned&lt;br /&gt;Sit in the Hamptons&lt;br /&gt;It is too cold&lt;br /&gt;We have stayed too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is finally here&lt;br /&gt;And we're so well dressed&lt;br /&gt;It's a talent and it's our style&lt;br /&gt;So put on your hat&lt;br /&gt;Because the forecast is rain clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never know&lt;br /&gt;American scene's such a bore&lt;br /&gt;Embarassing&lt;br /&gt;Still, we are hangin' on&lt;br /&gt;We have stayed too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll fly&lt;br /&gt;Take a gypsy to Eurosize&lt;br /&gt;Our money is gone&lt;br /&gt;Where do we belong&lt;br /&gt;We have stayed too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick of livin' here&lt;br /&gt;It's such a mess&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the government they're all liars&lt;br /&gt;So put on your hat&lt;br /&gt;Because the forecast is rain clouds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Nashville, Josh Rouse - 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-5279580324121437796?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/5279580324121437796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=5279580324121437796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/5279580324121437796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/5279580324121437796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/02/ecoar-na-cabea.html' title='[Q3.2/o1] Josh Rouse'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-458494660433741818</id><published>2007-01-27T19:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:57:44.054+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q3.1/o1] Toranja</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0fLBfFUrBjY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0fLBfFUrBjY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A CARTA-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não falei contigo&lt;br /&gt;Com medo que os montes e vales que me achas&lt;br /&gt;Caíssem a teus pés...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito e entendo&lt;br /&gt;Que a estabilidade lógica&lt;br /&gt;De quem não quer explodir&lt;br /&gt;Faça bem ao escudo que és...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é o ar&lt;br /&gt;Que vou sugando e aceitando&lt;br /&gt;Como fruto de verão&lt;br /&gt;Nos jardins do teu beijo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto que sabes que sentes também&lt;br /&gt;Que num dia maior serás trapézio sem rede&lt;br /&gt;A pairar sobre o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo o que vejo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que hoje acordei e lembrei-me&lt;br /&gt;Que sou mago feiticeiro&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha bola de cristal é folha de papel&lt;br /&gt;Nela te pinto nua, nua&lt;br /&gt;Numa chama minha e tua.&lt;br /&gt;Numa chama minha e tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desconfio que ainda não reparaste&lt;br /&gt;Que o teu destino foi inventado&lt;br /&gt;Por gira-discos estragados&lt;br /&gt;Aos quais te vais moldando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E todo o teu planeamento estratégico&lt;br /&gt;De sincronização do coração&lt;br /&gt;São leis como paredes e tectos&lt;br /&gt;Cujos vidros vais pisando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anseio o dia em que acordares&lt;br /&gt;Por cima de todos os teus números&lt;br /&gt;Raízes quadradas de somas subtraídas&lt;br /&gt;Sempre com a mesma solução...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podias deixar de fazer da vida&lt;br /&gt;Um ciclo vicioso&lt;br /&gt;Harmonioso ao teu gesto mimado&lt;br /&gt;E à palma da tua mão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que hoje acordei e lembrei-me&lt;br /&gt;Que sou mago feiticeiro&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha bola de cristal é folha de papel&lt;br /&gt;Nela te pinto nua, nua&lt;br /&gt;Numa chama minha e tua.&lt;br /&gt;Numa chama minha e tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa se te fiz fogo e noite&lt;br /&gt;Sem pedir autorização por escrito&lt;br /&gt;Ao sindicato dos deuses...&lt;br /&gt;Mas não fui eu que te escolhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa se te usei&lt;br /&gt;Como refúgio dos meus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Pedaço de silêncios perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Que voltei a encontrar em ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que hoje acordei e lembrei-me&lt;br /&gt;Que sou mago feiticeiro...&lt;br /&gt;...nela te pinto nua, nua&lt;br /&gt;Numa chama minha e tua.&lt;br /&gt;Numa chama minha e tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda magoas alguém&lt;br /&gt;O tiro passou-me ao lado&lt;br /&gt;Ainda magoas alguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não te deste a ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Magoaste alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mim... passou-me ao lado.&lt;br /&gt;A mim... passou-me ao lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Segundo, Toranja - 2005&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-458494660433741818?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/458494660433741818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=458494660433741818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/458494660433741818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/458494660433741818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/01/momentos-i.html' title='[Q3.1/o1] Toranja'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-2926225379953270521</id><published>2007-01-27T05:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:02:43.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Q2.1/o1] Helloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nR6B06HXoVE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nR6B06HXoVE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WINDMILL-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #aaa;background-colo r:#f9efef; width:440px; height:300px; overflow:auto; color:#000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Time is your guiding star&lt;br /&gt;That shines through all your life&lt;br /&gt;Makes you feel and move&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are out in the far&lt;br /&gt;So are yours a part&lt;br /&gt;Of secret fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;Dripped on the wings of a mystery mill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windmill, windmill, keep on turning&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way, Take me today&lt;br /&gt;Windmill, windmill, hearts are yearning&lt;br /&gt;Longing for love and a chance to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel alone and depressed&lt;br /&gt;Someone will come at last&lt;br /&gt;To soothe your stumbling mind&lt;br /&gt;To keep it away from the evil storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windmill, windmill, keep on turning&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way, Take me today&lt;br /&gt;Windmill, windmill, hearts are yearning&lt;br /&gt;Longing for love and a chance to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes wherever you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Chameleon, Helloween - 1993&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Para o amigo Júlio Rolo. FOREVER!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-2926225379953270521?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/2926225379953270521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=2926225379953270521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2926225379953270521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2926225379953270521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/01/msica-da-vida-1.html' title='[Q2.1/o1] Helloween'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868715.post-2937465006739151174</id><published>2007-01-20T14:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-18T01:08:22.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Qoo</title><content type='html'>A mudança dos tempos implica actualizações, reformas, busca de conhecimentos.&lt;br /&gt;E isso também acontece com a música.&lt;br /&gt;A necessidade imperativa de estar actual, na 'moda', numa atitude constante de inovação.&lt;br /&gt;Mas também o reconhecimento do passado que nos traz lembranças através das canções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música é um espelho da nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;Sem ela, tudo seria vazio, inerte e sem cor.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vão tocar simplesmente as que mais gosto e que quero partilhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868715-2937465006739151174?l=somplus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/feeds/2937465006739151174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868715&amp;postID=2937465006739151174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2937465006739151174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868715/posts/default/2937465006739151174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somplus.blogspot.com/2007/01/venda.html' title='Qoo'/><author><name>Vili</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01849882900840582585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
