25-10-2010
"Life engenders life. Energy creates energy. It is by spending oneself that one becomes rich."
Sarah Bernhardt - French actress (1844 - 1923)
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Heartwork
24-10-2010
Apart from my true me, betrayed my own sympathy
Upon its horror and solitude, sleeping in pain vain and nude
Dreams and thoughts are lost, my material presence unfleshed
Spiritual soul, a whole void world, feelings self-meshed
I'll merge like a dream,
In thin air a being I'll seem
A slave to wishes and anger
Inner soul into a blank page,
You'll feel the fire within,
Desire the things unseen
Enchanted by the dark,
I'll work your heart into mine
Despair is a vague dream, my heart weeps for
Visions life contained, sorrow came here no more
I'm cursed by the dark, by the emptiness of fate
Fading lives into oblivion, waiting for the light yet to come
Remembering vaguely, my life long left,
Where the moon's vague misery, takes me away from me
Now to think is to falter, what's known is unknown,
Sight turns to blindness, I dream and grieve
Assemblent
Apart from my true me, betrayed my own sympathy
Upon its horror and solitude, sleeping in pain vain and nude
Dreams and thoughts are lost, my material presence unfleshed
Spiritual soul, a whole void world, feelings self-meshed
I'll merge like a dream,
In thin air a being I'll seem
A slave to wishes and anger
Inner soul into a blank page,
You'll feel the fire within,
Desire the things unseen
Enchanted by the dark,
I'll work your heart into mine
Despair is a vague dream, my heart weeps for
Visions life contained, sorrow came here no more
I'm cursed by the dark, by the emptiness of fate
Fading lives into oblivion, waiting for the light yet to come
Remembering vaguely, my life long left,
Where the moon's vague misery, takes me away from me
Now to think is to falter, what's known is unknown,
Sight turns to blindness, I dream and grieve
Assemblent
About Nothing
23-10-2010
RUSSELL: So, what have you two come up with?
JERRY: Well, we've thought about this in a variety of ways. But the basic idea is I will play myself-
GEORGE: (Interrupting) May I?
JERRY: Go ahead.
GEORGE: I think I can sum up the show for you with one word: NOTHING.
RUSSELL: Nothing?
GEORGE: (Smiling) Nothing.
RUSSELL: (Unimpressed) What does that mean?
GEORGE: The show is about nothing.
JERRY: (To George) Well, it's not about nothing.
GEORGE: (To Jerry) No, it's about nothing.
JERRY: Well, maybe in philosophy. But, even nothing is something.
(Jerry and George glare at each other. The receptionist enters)
Receptionist: Mr. Dalrymple, your niece is on the phone.
RUSSELL: I'll call back.
(Receptionist leaves)
GEORGE: (Attempting to spell his last name) D-A-L-R-I-M-P-E-L?
RUSSELL: (Obviously dislikes George) Not even close.
GEORGE: Is it with a "y"?
RUSSELL: No.
SUSAN:What's the premise?
JERRY: ..Well, as I was saying, I would play myself, and, as a comedian, living in New York, I have a friend, a neighbor, and an ex-girlfriend, which is all true.
GEORGE: Yeah, but nothing happens on the show. You see, it's just like life. You know, you eat, you go shopping, you read.. You eat, you read, You go shopping.
RUSSELL: You read? You read on the show?
JERRY: Well, I don't know about the reading.. We didn't discuss the reading.
RUSSELL: All right, tell me, tell me about the stories. What kind of stories?
GEORGE: Oh, no. No stories.
RUSSELL: No stories? So, what is it?
GEORGE: (Showing an example) What'd you do today?
RUSSELL: I got up and came to work.
GEORGE: There's a show. That's a show.
RUSSELL: (Confused) How is that a show?
JERRY: Well, uh, maybe something happens on the way to work.
GEORGE: No, no, no. Nothing happens.
JERRY: Well, something happens.
RUSSELL: Well, why am I watching it?
GEORGE: Because it's on TV.
RUSSELL: Not yet.
GEORGE: Okay, uh, look, if you want to just keep on doing the same old thing, then maybe this idea is not for you. I, for one, am not going to compromise my artistic integrity. And I'll tell you something else, this is the show and we're not going to change it. (To Jerry) Right?
(A moment passes)
JERRY: (To Russell) How about this: I manage a circus..
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RUSSELL: So, what have you two come up with?
JERRY: Well, we've thought about this in a variety of ways. But the basic idea is I will play myself-
GEORGE: (Interrupting) May I?
JERRY: Go ahead.
GEORGE: I think I can sum up the show for you with one word: NOTHING.
RUSSELL: Nothing?
GEORGE: (Smiling) Nothing.
RUSSELL: (Unimpressed) What does that mean?
GEORGE: The show is about nothing.
JERRY: (To George) Well, it's not about nothing.
GEORGE: (To Jerry) No, it's about nothing.
JERRY: Well, maybe in philosophy. But, even nothing is something.
(Jerry and George glare at each other. The receptionist enters)
Receptionist: Mr. Dalrymple, your niece is on the phone.
RUSSELL: I'll call back.
(Receptionist leaves)
GEORGE: (Attempting to spell his last name) D-A-L-R-I-M-P-E-L?
RUSSELL: (Obviously dislikes George) Not even close.
GEORGE: Is it with a "y"?
RUSSELL: No.
SUSAN:What's the premise?
JERRY: ..Well, as I was saying, I would play myself, and, as a comedian, living in New York, I have a friend, a neighbor, and an ex-girlfriend, which is all true.
GEORGE: Yeah, but nothing happens on the show. You see, it's just like life. You know, you eat, you go shopping, you read.. You eat, you read, You go shopping.
RUSSELL: You read? You read on the show?
JERRY: Well, I don't know about the reading.. We didn't discuss the reading.
RUSSELL: All right, tell me, tell me about the stories. What kind of stories?
GEORGE: Oh, no. No stories.
RUSSELL: No stories? So, what is it?
GEORGE: (Showing an example) What'd you do today?
RUSSELL: I got up and came to work.
GEORGE: There's a show. That's a show.
RUSSELL: (Confused) How is that a show?
JERRY: Well, uh, maybe something happens on the way to work.
GEORGE: No, no, no. Nothing happens.
JERRY: Well, something happens.
RUSSELL: Well, why am I watching it?
GEORGE: Because it's on TV.
RUSSELL: Not yet.
GEORGE: Okay, uh, look, if you want to just keep on doing the same old thing, then maybe this idea is not for you. I, for one, am not going to compromise my artistic integrity. And I'll tell you something else, this is the show and we're not going to change it. (To Jerry) Right?
(A moment passes)
JERRY: (To Russell) How about this: I manage a circus..
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Concern
22-10-2010
"The moment a little boy is concerned with which is a jay and which is a sparrow, he can no longer see the birds or hear them sing."
Eric Berne - US (Canadian-born) psychologist (1910 - 1970)
"The moment a little boy is concerned with which is a jay and which is a sparrow, he can no longer see the birds or hear them sing."
Eric Berne - US (Canadian-born) psychologist (1910 - 1970)
Monolith Of Doubt
21-10-2010
The ordeal has begun
To oblige the unknown, within me
As I drown
Cannot remember, cannot think
As I sink, deep...
Near the monolith of doubt
Creeps the fear
The fear to lose yourself
In the severe reflection
I don't know
A flashing moment that froze in me
My whole existence passed by
Through the trusted eyes of a mirror
But it wasn't me I could see
This monolith of everything that I have been
Is vacillated and aghast
The inexorable time has taught me once again
That my features will change and macerate me
See, it's me, my monolith of doubt
After Forever
The ordeal has begun
To oblige the unknown, within me
As I drown
Cannot remember, cannot think
As I sink, deep...
Near the monolith of doubt
Creeps the fear
The fear to lose yourself
In the severe reflection
I don't know
A flashing moment that froze in me
My whole existence passed by
Through the trusted eyes of a mirror
But it wasn't me I could see
This monolith of everything that I have been
Is vacillated and aghast
The inexorable time has taught me once again
That my features will change and macerate me
See, it's me, my monolith of doubt
After Forever
Shame
20-10-2010
Charlotte - You have done nothing for which you should be ashamed.
Benjamin Martin - I have done nothin. And for that I am ashamed.
Patriot
Charlotte - You have done nothing for which you should be ashamed.
Benjamin Martin - I have done nothin. And for that I am ashamed.
Patriot
O Anzol
18-10-2010
Ai eu já pensei mandar pintar o céu
Em tons de azul, pra ser original
Só depois notei que azul já ele é
Houve alguém que teve ideia igual
Eu não sei se hei-de fugir
Ou morder o anzol
Já não há nada de novo aqui
Debaixo do sol
Já me persegui por becos e ruelas
De horror, caminhos sem saída
Até que me perdi sozinha sem saber
De que cor vou pintar a minha vida
Eu não sei se hei-de fugir
Ou morder o anzol
Já não há nada de novo aqui
Debaixo do sol
Eu não sei se hei-de fugir
Ou morder o anzol
Já não há nada de novo aqui
Debaixo do sol
Rádio Macau
Ai eu já pensei mandar pintar o céu
Em tons de azul, pra ser original
Só depois notei que azul já ele é
Houve alguém que teve ideia igual
Eu não sei se hei-de fugir
Ou morder o anzol
Já não há nada de novo aqui
Debaixo do sol
Já me persegui por becos e ruelas
De horror, caminhos sem saída
Até que me perdi sozinha sem saber
De que cor vou pintar a minha vida
Eu não sei se hei-de fugir
Ou morder o anzol
Já não há nada de novo aqui
Debaixo do sol
Eu não sei se hei-de fugir
Ou morder o anzol
Já não há nada de novo aqui
Debaixo do sol
Rádio Macau
Who Are They?
17-10-2010
RECEPTIONIST: They're ready for you.
GEORGE: Okay, okay. Look, you do all the talking, okay?
JERRY: Relax. Who are they?
GEORGE: Yeah, they're not better than me.
JERRY: Course not.
GEORGE: Who are they?
JERRY: They're nobody.
GEORGE: What about me?
JERRY: What about you?
GEORGE: Why them? Why not me?
JERRY: Why not you?
GEORGE: I'm as good as them.
JERRY: Better.
GEORGE: You really think so?
JERRY: No.
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RECEPTIONIST: They're ready for you.
GEORGE: Okay, okay. Look, you do all the talking, okay?
JERRY: Relax. Who are they?
GEORGE: Yeah, they're not better than me.
JERRY: Course not.
GEORGE: Who are they?
JERRY: They're nobody.
GEORGE: What about me?
JERRY: What about you?
GEORGE: Why them? Why not me?
JERRY: Why not you?
GEORGE: I'm as good as them.
JERRY: Better.
GEORGE: You really think so?
JERRY: No.
Seinfeld
The Power Of Love
16-10-2010
"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace."
Jimi Hendrix
"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace."
Jimi Hendrix
Pedofilia Santa
15-10-2010
catequese de ódio dentro de mim
inquisição de merda vem vindo ai
habemus papam senil macacada
pedofilia santa dogmas da utopia
sagrada hipocrisia não tem mais fim
geriatria é fogo no estopim
bomba moral na igreja desgraçada
o bento te convida pra orgia na sacristia
desacreditei
nunca concordei
não me emocionei
desconectei
a sociologia tenta explicar
toda antipatia em dose cavalar
parâmetros sem nexo prometo estudar
um jovem coroinha pelado no altar!
Ratos de Porão
catequese de ódio dentro de mim
inquisição de merda vem vindo ai
habemus papam senil macacada
pedofilia santa dogmas da utopia
sagrada hipocrisia não tem mais fim
geriatria é fogo no estopim
bomba moral na igreja desgraçada
o bento te convida pra orgia na sacristia
desacreditei
nunca concordei
não me emocionei
desconectei
a sociologia tenta explicar
toda antipatia em dose cavalar
parâmetros sem nexo prometo estudar
um jovem coroinha pelado no altar!
Ratos de Porão
Crazy Joe Devola
14-10-2010
[Jerry looks into hallway]
JERRY: Oh God, it's Joe Devola.
GEORGE: Who?
JERRY: This guy's a writer, he's a total nut. I think he goes to the same shrink as Elaine. Oh God he saw me.
DEVOLA: Hello Jerry.
JERRY: Hey Joe! HOW YOU DOING?
DEVOLA: You're under no obligation to shake my hand.
JERRY: Oh, no, Just a custom. Uh, THAT'S MY FRIEND GEORGE. YOU LOOK GOOD.
DEVOLA: Why shouldn't I look good?
JERRY: Oh, no reason. You're into karate right?
DEVOLA: You want to hit me?
JERRY: What are you doing here?
DEVOLA: I dropped a script off.
JERRY: AH, GOOD FOR YOU. [they stare at each other] Well, ...
DEVOLA: You don't have to say anything.
JERRY: No, Uh, hey I guess I'll see you Sunday night.
DEVOLA: Why?
JERRY: Kramer's party.
DEVOLA: Kramer's ... having ... a ... party?
JERRY: No, no, he's not having a party. He's doing something. I don't know what it is. It's nothing. He's not doing anything.
DEVOLA: Gee, I thought Kramer and I were very close friends.
JERRY: No, I'm sure you are. I'm sure you are very close friends. Very close. [Crazy Joe leaves] Give my best to Hinckley.
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[Jerry looks into hallway]
JERRY: Oh God, it's Joe Devola.
GEORGE: Who?
JERRY: This guy's a writer, he's a total nut. I think he goes to the same shrink as Elaine. Oh God he saw me.
DEVOLA: Hello Jerry.
JERRY: Hey Joe! HOW YOU DOING?
DEVOLA: You're under no obligation to shake my hand.
JERRY: Oh, no, Just a custom. Uh, THAT'S MY FRIEND GEORGE. YOU LOOK GOOD.
DEVOLA: Why shouldn't I look good?
JERRY: Oh, no reason. You're into karate right?
DEVOLA: You want to hit me?
JERRY: What are you doing here?
DEVOLA: I dropped a script off.
JERRY: AH, GOOD FOR YOU. [they stare at each other] Well, ...
DEVOLA: You don't have to say anything.
JERRY: No, Uh, hey I guess I'll see you Sunday night.
DEVOLA: Why?
JERRY: Kramer's party.
DEVOLA: Kramer's ... having ... a ... party?
JERRY: No, no, he's not having a party. He's doing something. I don't know what it is. It's nothing. He's not doing anything.
DEVOLA: Gee, I thought Kramer and I were very close friends.
JERRY: No, I'm sure you are. I'm sure you are very close friends. Very close. [Crazy Joe leaves] Give my best to Hinckley.
Seinfeld
Known To Unknown
13-10-2010
"Man can learn nothing unless he proceeds from the known to the unknown."
Claude Bernard - French physiologist (1813 - 1878)
"Man can learn nothing unless he proceeds from the known to the unknown."
Claude Bernard - French physiologist (1813 - 1878)
A Trip At The Brain
12-10-2010
I gotta gotta take a trip, gotta take
a trip out of this place
I gotta gotta get away, get away from the human race
I don't know what I'll see, don't even know what I'll find
I don't know what to pack, never
been to a trip at the mind
Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain.
Do you know what I'm saying
Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain.
Well I'm going insane
I took a wrong turn and ended up at my heart
I t could barely even pump no blood it
was so thrashed and torn apart
Thank it for working overtime in pain and misery
Then I set back on the trail, headed for my destiny
Fly with me
Flying free
Tripping
You must be tripping
Trip, trip, tripping
Ya ya ya ya you're tripping
I cannot stop this trip, I forgot to pack the brakes
Crashed straight into a concrete wall of my mistakes
Ended up in a cemetary of a thousand wasted days
But that's alright with me, cause that's
where most of my memories lay
I gotta gotta take a trip, gotta take a trip out of this place
I gotta gotta get away, get away from the human race
I don't know what I'll see, don't even know what I'll find
I don't know what to pack, never been to a trip at the mind
Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain
Do you know what I'm saying?
Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain
Well I'm going insane
I took a wrong turn and ended up at my heart
I t could barely even pump no blood it was so thrashed and
torn apart
Thank it for working overtime in pain and misery
Then I set back on the trail, headed for my destiny
Fly with me
Flying free
Tripping
You must be tripping
Trip, trip, tripping
Ya ya ya ya you're tripping
I cannot stop this trip, I forgot to pack the brakes
Crashed straight into a concrete wall of my mistakes
Ended up in a cemetary of a thousand wasted days
But that's alright with me, cause that's where most of my
memories lay
Heavy Tripping
Gotta get away, Gotta gotta Gotta Gotta get away
Gotta get away gotta get away
I'M gonna take that trip
Welcome, cause I'm the host with the most
no heres a little toast,
I'm thinking nothing case your wicked mind of course
I lays inside your fears, make you average to the pain
You can talk all you want,but nothing doin better here
in situations, Exaspiration,
A simple demonstration you need experimentation
A spliff which, Stiff lip, every little Tiff
there nothing like a bottom eater keeping for some fein of fame
That you gain from your personal pain, well it's so insane
but wont you keep on playing,if a spliff lies stiff,
got caught up in another child of pain
Another shrink can buy his wife another mink
Well let me tell you what I think, I think I think I think I
Gotta getta, Gotta get away, Gotta, Gotta get away Gotta get away
I'm just trippin,
Trippin Trip Trippin'
Never volatile my mothers scared of me
You Gotta get away, they said their gonna freak, but that's the other cheek
Gotta trip Gotta Trip Gotta Trip Gotta
Shes at a liquor store she looks all down trodden
Gotta take a trip, Gotta take a trip
A real trip,aint about being hip
Everybodies tripping tripping tripping tripping tripping
just don't snap do it because your the chef
Get away gotta get away away
get a simple observation, mind evaluation,
take your head and slam it in a rage
Take that trip to the brain, Take that trip to the brain
Everybody's gotta go get up
You gotta gotta gotta take that trip to the brain
Suicidal Tendencies
I gotta gotta take a trip, gotta take
a trip out of this place
I gotta gotta get away, get away from the human race
I don't know what I'll see, don't even know what I'll find
I don't know what to pack, never
been to a trip at the mind
Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain.
Do you know what I'm saying
Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain.
Well I'm going insane
I took a wrong turn and ended up at my heart
I t could barely even pump no blood it
was so thrashed and torn apart
Thank it for working overtime in pain and misery
Then I set back on the trail, headed for my destiny
Fly with me
Flying free
Tripping
You must be tripping
Trip, trip, tripping
Ya ya ya ya you're tripping
I cannot stop this trip, I forgot to pack the brakes
Crashed straight into a concrete wall of my mistakes
Ended up in a cemetary of a thousand wasted days
But that's alright with me, cause that's
where most of my memories lay
I gotta gotta take a trip, gotta take a trip out of this place
I gotta gotta get away, get away from the human race
I don't know what I'll see, don't even know what I'll find
I don't know what to pack, never been to a trip at the mind
Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain
Do you know what I'm saying?
Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain
Well I'm going insane
I took a wrong turn and ended up at my heart
I t could barely even pump no blood it was so thrashed and
torn apart
Thank it for working overtime in pain and misery
Then I set back on the trail, headed for my destiny
Fly with me
Flying free
Tripping
You must be tripping
Trip, trip, tripping
Ya ya ya ya you're tripping
I cannot stop this trip, I forgot to pack the brakes
Crashed straight into a concrete wall of my mistakes
Ended up in a cemetary of a thousand wasted days
But that's alright with me, cause that's where most of my
memories lay
Heavy Tripping
Gotta get away, Gotta gotta Gotta Gotta get away
Gotta get away gotta get away
I'M gonna take that trip
Welcome, cause I'm the host with the most
no heres a little toast,
I'm thinking nothing case your wicked mind of course
I lays inside your fears, make you average to the pain
You can talk all you want,but nothing doin better here
in situations, Exaspiration,
A simple demonstration you need experimentation
A spliff which, Stiff lip, every little Tiff
there nothing like a bottom eater keeping for some fein of fame
That you gain from your personal pain, well it's so insane
but wont you keep on playing,if a spliff lies stiff,
got caught up in another child of pain
Another shrink can buy his wife another mink
Well let me tell you what I think, I think I think I think I
Gotta getta, Gotta get away, Gotta, Gotta get away Gotta get away
I'm just trippin,
Trippin Trip Trippin'
Never volatile my mothers scared of me
You Gotta get away, they said their gonna freak, but that's the other cheek
Gotta trip Gotta Trip Gotta Trip Gotta
Shes at a liquor store she looks all down trodden
Gotta take a trip, Gotta take a trip
A real trip,aint about being hip
Everybodies tripping tripping tripping tripping tripping
just don't snap do it because your the chef
Get away gotta get away away
get a simple observation, mind evaluation,
take your head and slam it in a rage
Take that trip to the brain, Take that trip to the brain
Everybody's gotta go get up
You gotta gotta gotta take that trip to the brain
Suicidal Tendencies
Try To Catch Up
11-10-2010
Bill Cabot - What's the t-shirt say?
Depot worker - I am a born technician. If you see me running, try to catch up.
The Sum Of All Fears
Bill Cabot - What's the t-shirt say?
Depot worker - I am a born technician. If you see me running, try to catch up.
The Sum Of All Fears
Corruption
10-10-2010
"The first sign of corruption in a society that is still alive is that the end justifies the means."
Georges Bernanos, "Why Freedom?" The Last Essays of Georges Bernanos, 1955 - (1888 - 1948)
"The first sign of corruption in a society that is still alive is that the end justifies the means."
Georges Bernanos, "Why Freedom?" The Last Essays of Georges Bernanos, 1955 - (1888 - 1948)
Faustian Spirit Of The Earth
09-10-2010
Gather your modalistic interchange ability,
it would demandno reliability
Holism; partly modified, partly unified
Seems like you are subtle to the last
Faith and honour, portrayed liike a bench
by which slaughter is proceeded
Insurrectonal by wrench,
no more prosperity for you,
it took all you ever had
Return my Faustian Spirit of the Earth
Grace completes nature, yet abolishes it
It shows how you're constantly
being on alert
Ambiguity; like a vernacular pendulum,
back and forth
Redemption; you should never judge
me and my children,
omissioned by your failures only
Attempting to touch your
erroneous ideology
For all what I am worth; return my
Faustian Spirit of the Earth
Aborym
Gather your modalistic interchange ability,
it would demandno reliability
Holism; partly modified, partly unified
Seems like you are subtle to the last
Faith and honour, portrayed liike a bench
by which slaughter is proceeded
Insurrectonal by wrench,
no more prosperity for you,
it took all you ever had
Return my Faustian Spirit of the Earth
Grace completes nature, yet abolishes it
It shows how you're constantly
being on alert
Ambiguity; like a vernacular pendulum,
back and forth
Redemption; you should never judge
me and my children,
omissioned by your failures only
Attempting to touch your
erroneous ideology
For all what I am worth; return my
Faustian Spirit of the Earth
Aborym
Pretty Good
08-10-2010
[ NBC reception area)
(Jerry and George are waiting)
JERRY: (To himself) Salsa, seltzer. Hey, excuse me, you got any salsa? No, not selzer, salsa. (George doesn't react) What's the matter?
GEORGE: (Nervous) Nothing.
JERRY: You sure? You look a little pale.
GEORGE: No, I'm fine. I'm good. I'm very good.
JERRY: What, are you nervous?
GEORGE: No, not nervous. I'm good, very good. (A beat, then he snaps) I can't do this! Can't do this!
JERRY: What?
GEORGE: I can't do this! I can't do it. I have tried. I'm here. It's impossible.
JERRY: This was your idea!
GEORGE: What idea? I just said something. I didn't know you were going to listen to me.
JERRY: Dont' worry about it. They're just TV executives.
GEORGE: They're men with jobs, Jerry! They wear suits and ties. They're married, they have secretaries.
JERRY: I told you not to come.
GEORGE: I need some water. I gotta get some water.
JERRY: They'll give us water in there.
GEORGE: Really? That's pretty good.
Seinfeld
[ NBC reception area)
(Jerry and George are waiting)
JERRY: (To himself) Salsa, seltzer. Hey, excuse me, you got any salsa? No, not selzer, salsa. (George doesn't react) What's the matter?
GEORGE: (Nervous) Nothing.
JERRY: You sure? You look a little pale.
GEORGE: No, I'm fine. I'm good. I'm very good.
JERRY: What, are you nervous?
GEORGE: No, not nervous. I'm good, very good. (A beat, then he snaps) I can't do this! Can't do this!
JERRY: What?
GEORGE: I can't do this! I can't do it. I have tried. I'm here. It's impossible.
JERRY: This was your idea!
GEORGE: What idea? I just said something. I didn't know you were going to listen to me.
JERRY: Dont' worry about it. They're just TV executives.
GEORGE: They're men with jobs, Jerry! They wear suits and ties. They're married, they have secretaries.
JERRY: I told you not to come.
GEORGE: I need some water. I gotta get some water.
JERRY: They'll give us water in there.
GEORGE: Really? That's pretty good.
Seinfeld
Mr. Congress Man
07-10-2010
"You can lead a man to Congress, but you can't make him think."
Milton Berle - US television actor & comedian (1908 - 2002)
"You can lead a man to Congress, but you can't make him think."
Milton Berle - US television actor & comedian (1908 - 2002)
Veil Of Disguise
06-10-2010
I've passed into the afterworld
To a place where light can't intrude
I bear this curse transcending time
My pain denies me your truths
Dreaming to be free, yet damned to eternity
Dreams can set me free for awhile
Chained to this burning, yet only a child
My soul must feed, their blood has made me King
Look deep in my eyes
And see the calm before the
Storm winds of the damned are unveiled
And so with your blood
I feed and quell my hunger
The boy Pharaoh's curse is passed on
Screams of dying, I am back from beyond
Mock my religion, by the power of the God's I am strong
Rebirth through fire shall hold your fears at bay
See in my ancient eyes
Rip through my veil of disguise
Prowl in the darkness, pierce your throat
And your life-force is drained
Now my disciple, I take you and make you my slave
Rebirth through fire can hold your fears at bay
See in my ancient eyes
Rip through my veil of disguise
I have survived the centuries
Waiting for the mankind's demise
Surrender to me, and no longer live in terror
Give into me, or live your life in fear
I will dominate the likes of you
I will hunt you with the rising moon
Just one look from me and you are hypnotized
Frozen by the spell within my eyes
I'm ordained to reign
As I see the sun rise on these ancient sands
My immortal gift lies dying in your hands
Sanctuary
I've passed into the afterworld
To a place where light can't intrude
I bear this curse transcending time
My pain denies me your truths
Dreaming to be free, yet damned to eternity
Dreams can set me free for awhile
Chained to this burning, yet only a child
My soul must feed, their blood has made me King
Look deep in my eyes
And see the calm before the
Storm winds of the damned are unveiled
And so with your blood
I feed and quell my hunger
The boy Pharaoh's curse is passed on
Screams of dying, I am back from beyond
Mock my religion, by the power of the God's I am strong
Rebirth through fire shall hold your fears at bay
See in my ancient eyes
Rip through my veil of disguise
Prowl in the darkness, pierce your throat
And your life-force is drained
Now my disciple, I take you and make you my slave
Rebirth through fire can hold your fears at bay
See in my ancient eyes
Rip through my veil of disguise
I have survived the centuries
Waiting for the mankind's demise
Surrender to me, and no longer live in terror
Give into me, or live your life in fear
I will dominate the likes of you
I will hunt you with the rising moon
Just one look from me and you are hypnotized
Frozen by the spell within my eyes
I'm ordained to reign
As I see the sun rise on these ancient sands
My immortal gift lies dying in your hands
Sanctuary
Peace On Earth And Good Will Toward Men
05-10-2010
(each member of the team makes a request in return of the decryption chip)
Whistler - I want peace on earth and goodwill toward men.
Abbot - Oh, this is ridiculous!
Bishop - He's serious.
Whistler - I want peace on earth and good will toward men.
Abbot - We're the United States government! We don't do that sort of thing.
Bishop - You're just gonna have to try.
Abbot - Alright, I'll see what I can do.
Whistler - Thank you very much. That's all I ask.
Sneakers
(each member of the team makes a request in return of the decryption chip)
Whistler - I want peace on earth and goodwill toward men.
Abbot - Oh, this is ridiculous!
Bishop - He's serious.
Whistler - I want peace on earth and good will toward men.
Abbot - We're the United States government! We don't do that sort of thing.
Bishop - You're just gonna have to try.
Abbot - Alright, I'll see what I can do.
Whistler - Thank you very much. That's all I ask.
Sneakers
Anguish (Or A Pain In The Butt)
04-10-2010
"Every composer knows the anguish and despair occasioned by forgetting ideas which one had no time to write down."
Hector Berlioz - French composer (1803 - 1869)
"Every composer knows the anguish and despair occasioned by forgetting ideas which one had no time to write down."
Hector Berlioz - French composer (1803 - 1869)
Seeds Of Hate
03-10-2010
Look into my eyes
You will see the angst that resides in me
Release these thoughts of emptiness
Show me the true face of anger that reflects on every man
No one hears our cries of hope What must be done to silence their stares
A pale mood, A dying heart, A worthless failure
I will follow the passions of my heart in remembering that there is still hope, this hope's in me and this hope's in you
A pale mood, A dying heart, A worthless failure
I know one day this world will be pure of all these sins by man
We need force but we must keep our composure or we'll be just like the aggressor
Kill these seeds of hate
A Shroud Cast Over
Look into my eyes
You will see the angst that resides in me
Release these thoughts of emptiness
Show me the true face of anger that reflects on every man
No one hears our cries of hope What must be done to silence their stares
A pale mood, A dying heart, A worthless failure
I will follow the passions of my heart in remembering that there is still hope, this hope's in me and this hope's in you
A pale mood, A dying heart, A worthless failure
I know one day this world will be pure of all these sins by man
We need force but we must keep our composure or we'll be just like the aggressor
Kill these seeds of hate
A Shroud Cast Over
Karma Kramer
02-10-2010
[Newman enters]
JERRY: Okay, fine. We'll use Newman.
KRAMER: Newman?
NEWMAN:Use me for what?
JERRY: Nothin' What do you want?
NEWMAN:Well, you'll never guess what happened to me today. I was uh, driving [ Jerry and Kramer turn away] home on the palisades parkway when I looked in the rear view mirror and what did I see? The fuzz. And it's funny because my new radar detector was on. I didn't hear a thing. Isn't that strange?
KRAMER: Yeah. That's strange.
NEWMAN:A radar detector, as I understand it, DETECTS RADAR! WITH A SERIES OF BEEPS AND FLASHING LIGHTS. But oddly, for some reason I didn't hear a thing except for the sound of a police siren.
KRAMER: That's queer uh?
NEWMAN:I WANT MY HELMET BACK! GIVE ME BACK MY HELMET AND YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT TICKET.
KRAMER: Yeah, you better think again Mojumbo.
NEWMAN:You gave me a defective detector. ... Jerry?
JERRY: Buyer beware.
NEWMAN:Are you going to give me back that helmet or not?
KRAMER: No. We had a deal. There are no guarantees in life.
NEWMAN:No, but there's karma, Kramer.
JERRY: Karma Kramer?
Seinfeld
[Newman enters]
JERRY: Okay, fine. We'll use Newman.
KRAMER: Newman?
NEWMAN:Use me for what?
JERRY: Nothin' What do you want?
NEWMAN:Well, you'll never guess what happened to me today. I was uh, driving [ Jerry and Kramer turn away] home on the palisades parkway when I looked in the rear view mirror and what did I see? The fuzz. And it's funny because my new radar detector was on. I didn't hear a thing. Isn't that strange?
KRAMER: Yeah. That's strange.
NEWMAN:A radar detector, as I understand it, DETECTS RADAR! WITH A SERIES OF BEEPS AND FLASHING LIGHTS. But oddly, for some reason I didn't hear a thing except for the sound of a police siren.
KRAMER: That's queer uh?
NEWMAN:I WANT MY HELMET BACK! GIVE ME BACK MY HELMET AND YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT TICKET.
KRAMER: Yeah, you better think again Mojumbo.
NEWMAN:You gave me a defective detector. ... Jerry?
JERRY: Buyer beware.
NEWMAN:Are you going to give me back that helmet or not?
KRAMER: No. We had a deal. There are no guarantees in life.
NEWMAN:No, but there's karma, Kramer.
JERRY: Karma Kramer?
Seinfeld
Instant Vacation
01-10-2010
"Laughter is an instant vacation."
Milton Berle - US television actor & comedian (1908 - 2002)
"Laughter is an instant vacation."
Milton Berle - US television actor & comedian (1908 - 2002)
Sound Chaser
30-09-2010
Faster moment spent spread tales of change within the sound
Counting form through rhythm electric freedom
Moves to counter-balance stars expound our conscience
All to know and see
The look in your eyes
Passing time will reach as nature relays to set the scene
New encounters spark a true fruition
Guiding lines we touch them
Our bodies balance out the waves
As we accelerate our days
To the look in your eyes
From the moment I reached out to hold
I felt a sound
And what touches our soul slowly moves as touch rebounds
And to know that tempo will continue lost in trance of dances
As rhythm takes another turn
As is my want I only reach
To look in your eyes
Yes
Faster moment spent spread tales of change within the sound
Counting form through rhythm electric freedom
Moves to counter-balance stars expound our conscience
All to know and see
The look in your eyes
Passing time will reach as nature relays to set the scene
New encounters spark a true fruition
Guiding lines we touch them
Our bodies balance out the waves
As we accelerate our days
To the look in your eyes
From the moment I reached out to hold
I felt a sound
And what touches our soul slowly moves as touch rebounds
And to know that tempo will continue lost in trance of dances
As rhythm takes another turn
As is my want I only reach
To look in your eyes
Yes
Survival
29-09-2010
Dr. Iris Henmen - It's funny how all living organisms are alike...(She starts crushing a mutated plant)... when the chips are down and the pressure is up, every creature on this earth is interested in one thing only. (the plant scars her palm) Its own survival.
Minority Repor
Dr. Iris Henmen - It's funny how all living organisms are alike...(She starts crushing a mutated plant)... when the chips are down and the pressure is up, every creature on this earth is interested in one thing only. (the plant scars her palm) Its own survival.
Minority Repor
The Toughest Thing About Sucess
28-09-2010
"The toughest thing about success is that you've got to keep on being a success. Talent is only a starting point in this business. You've got to keep on working that talent. Someday I'll reach for it and it won't be there."
Irving Berlin, 1958 - US (Russian-born) songwriter & writer of musicals (1888 - 1989)
"The toughest thing about success is that you've got to keep on being a success. Talent is only a starting point in this business. You've got to keep on working that talent. Someday I'll reach for it and it won't be there."
Irving Berlin, 1958 - US (Russian-born) songwriter & writer of musicals (1888 - 1989)
Vision Thing
27-09-2010
twenty-five whores in the room next door
twenty-five floors and I need more
I'm looking for the can in the candy store
two thousand Hamburg four
and colours I ain't seen before
it's a small world and it smells funny
I'd buy another if it wasn't for the money
take back what I paid
for another motherfucker in a motorcade
in a long black car
witht the prettiest shit
from Panama
when the sirens wail
and the lights flash blue
my vision thing come
slamming through
it's a small world and it smells bad
I'd buy another if I had
back
what I paid
for another motherfucker in a motorcade
slamming through
slamming through
what do wee need to make our world come alive?
what oes it take to make us sing?
while we're waiting for the next one to arrive?
one million points of light
one billion dollar Vision Thing
another black hole in the killing zone
a little more mad in the methedrome
one blinding flash of sense
just like the president's
well, I don't mind
out of my mind
blizzard king
bring it on home
it's a small world and it smells bad
I'd buy another if I had
back
what I paid
for another motherfucker in a motorcade
and a vision thing
and a vision thing
and a ...
sha la la la
what do we need to make our world come alive?
what do we need to make us sing?
while we're waiting for the next one to arrive?
one million points of light
one billion dollar Vision Thing
sha la la la
Sisters Of Mercy
twenty-five whores in the room next door
twenty-five floors and I need more
I'm looking for the can in the candy store
two thousand Hamburg four
and colours I ain't seen before
it's a small world and it smells funny
I'd buy another if it wasn't for the money
take back what I paid
for another motherfucker in a motorcade
in a long black car
witht the prettiest shit
from Panama
when the sirens wail
and the lights flash blue
my vision thing come
slamming through
it's a small world and it smells bad
I'd buy another if I had
back
what I paid
for another motherfucker in a motorcade
slamming through
slamming through
what do wee need to make our world come alive?
what oes it take to make us sing?
while we're waiting for the next one to arrive?
one million points of light
one billion dollar Vision Thing
another black hole in the killing zone
a little more mad in the methedrome
one blinding flash of sense
just like the president's
well, I don't mind
out of my mind
blizzard king
bring it on home
it's a small world and it smells bad
I'd buy another if I had
back
what I paid
for another motherfucker in a motorcade
and a vision thing
and a vision thing
and a ...
sha la la la
what do we need to make our world come alive?
what do we need to make us sing?
while we're waiting for the next one to arrive?
one million points of light
one billion dollar Vision Thing
sha la la la
Sisters Of Mercy
About Nothing
26-09-2010
GEORGE: So, what's happening with the TV show? You come up with anything?
JERRY: No, nothing.
GEORGE: Why don't they have salsa on the table?
JERRY: What do you need salsa for?
GEORGE: Salsa is now the number one condiment in America.
JERRY: You know why? Because people like to say "salsa." "Excuse me, do you have salsa?" "We need more salsa." "Where is the salsa? No salsa?"
GEORGE: You know it must be impossible for a Spanish person to order seltzer and not get salsa. (Angry) "I wanted seltzer, not salsa."
JERRY: "Don't you know the difference between seltzer and salsa?? You have the seltezer after the salsa!"
GEORGE: See, this should be a show. This is the show.
JERRY: What?
GEORGE: This. Just talking.
JERRY: (dismissing) Yeah, right.
GEORGE: I'm really serious. I think that's a good idea.
JERRY: Just talking? Well what's the show about?
GEORGE: It's about nothing.
JERRY: No story?
GEORGE: No forget the story.
JERRY: You've got to have a story.
GEORGE: Who says you gotta have a story? Remember when we were waiting for, for that table in that Chinese restaurant that time? That could be a TV show.
JERRY: And who is on the show? Who are the characters?
GEORGE: I could be a character.
JERRY: You?
GEORGE: Yeah. You could base a character on me.
JERRY: So, on the show, there's a character named George Costanza?
GEORGE: Yeah. There's something wrong with that? I'm a character. People are always saying to me, "You know you're a quite a character."
JERRY: And who else is on the show?
GEORGE: Elaine could be a character. Kramer..
JERRY: Now he's a character. (Pause) So everybody I know is a character on the show.
GEORGE: Right.
JERRY: And it's about nothing?
GEORGE: Absolutely nothing.
JERRY: So you're saying, I go in to NBC, and tell them I got this idea for a show about nothing.
GEORGE: We go into NBC.
JERRY: "We"? Since when are you a writer?
GEORGE: (Scoffs) Writer. We're talking about a sit-com.
JERRY: You want to go with me to NBC?
GEORGE: Yeah. I think we really go something here.
JERRY: What do we got?
GEORGE: An idea.
JERRY: What idea?
GEORGE: An idea for the show.
JERRY: I still don't know what the idea is.
GEORGE: It's about nothing.
JERRY: Right.
GEORGE: Everybody's doing something, we'll do nothing.
JERRY: So, we go into NBC, we tell them we've got an idea for a show about nothing.
GEORGE: Exactly.
JERRY: They say, "What's your show about?" I say, "Nothing."
GEORGE: There you go.
(A moment passes)
JERRY: (Nodding) I think you may have something there.
Seinfeld
GEORGE: So, what's happening with the TV show? You come up with anything?
JERRY: No, nothing.
GEORGE: Why don't they have salsa on the table?
JERRY: What do you need salsa for?
GEORGE: Salsa is now the number one condiment in America.
JERRY: You know why? Because people like to say "salsa." "Excuse me, do you have salsa?" "We need more salsa." "Where is the salsa? No salsa?"
GEORGE: You know it must be impossible for a Spanish person to order seltzer and not get salsa. (Angry) "I wanted seltzer, not salsa."
JERRY: "Don't you know the difference between seltzer and salsa?? You have the seltezer after the salsa!"
GEORGE: See, this should be a show. This is the show.
JERRY: What?
GEORGE: This. Just talking.
JERRY: (dismissing) Yeah, right.
GEORGE: I'm really serious. I think that's a good idea.
JERRY: Just talking? Well what's the show about?
GEORGE: It's about nothing.
JERRY: No story?
GEORGE: No forget the story.
JERRY: You've got to have a story.
GEORGE: Who says you gotta have a story? Remember when we were waiting for, for that table in that Chinese restaurant that time? That could be a TV show.
JERRY: And who is on the show? Who are the characters?
GEORGE: I could be a character.
JERRY: You?
GEORGE: Yeah. You could base a character on me.
JERRY: So, on the show, there's a character named George Costanza?
GEORGE: Yeah. There's something wrong with that? I'm a character. People are always saying to me, "You know you're a quite a character."
JERRY: And who else is on the show?
GEORGE: Elaine could be a character. Kramer..
JERRY: Now he's a character. (Pause) So everybody I know is a character on the show.
GEORGE: Right.
JERRY: And it's about nothing?
GEORGE: Absolutely nothing.
JERRY: So you're saying, I go in to NBC, and tell them I got this idea for a show about nothing.
GEORGE: We go into NBC.
JERRY: "We"? Since when are you a writer?
GEORGE: (Scoffs) Writer. We're talking about a sit-com.
JERRY: You want to go with me to NBC?
GEORGE: Yeah. I think we really go something here.
JERRY: What do we got?
GEORGE: An idea.
JERRY: What idea?
GEORGE: An idea for the show.
JERRY: I still don't know what the idea is.
GEORGE: It's about nothing.
JERRY: Right.
GEORGE: Everybody's doing something, we'll do nothing.
JERRY: So, we go into NBC, we tell them we've got an idea for a show about nothing.
GEORGE: Exactly.
JERRY: They say, "What's your show about?" I say, "Nothing."
GEORGE: There you go.
(A moment passes)
JERRY: (Nodding) I think you may have something there.
Seinfeld
Build A Door
25-09-2010
"If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door."
Milton Berle - US television actor & comedian (1908 - 2002)
"If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door."
Milton Berle - US television actor & comedian (1908 - 2002)
I Am The Sun Part One
24-09-2010
Been around for a while, grown my beard, I'm still a child
Deadends, shortcuts, just the same, I'm the master of my game
Predictable, now you may say, the Danny Kaye of present day
Close my hand, wave my wand, the brainchild of your wonderland
Now, I'm at the peak, never forget what I tell you
Never give in to the big sleep, fast becoming
Now, I'm at the edge, never reject what I offer
Never believe what they tell you, let's move a mountain...!!!
Watch me fight, now watch me bleed on the universal spiral scene
The progress lingers, thoughts of man, take it as far as humans can
Now think of me your solid dream, catch me floating down the river
I'm an island drifting by and time again your sole forgiver
Now, I am the sun, I am the first day of summer
Never give in to the dark deep, fast becoming
Now, I am the moon, I am the end of tunnel
Never believe in the dark ages, let's move a mountain...!!
Call me ageless, call me ghost, the diamond duke behind the shades
The sunflower beneath the skyline swaying in the land of snakes
Hey, I used to be a king, now I'm just a king of laughter
Put my faith in anything
Anything that's close to wonder
Anything that's close to wonder!!
I'm in the middle, now see what I've done, staring into the sun
You think you're drowning, but slowly you slip thru the grinders of time
Afternoon in the upstreams, begging for time
Humming the words "I feed you my colorful shrine"
I'm in the middle, hold on to what's mine, in the limbo of time
You think you're dreaming, but gradually you learn what it's like to be torn
I'm on the other side painting skies to the poor
Humming the words "I'll join you, we'll break down the scores.
She came from the islands, seen places afar
They said she was gifted, reading the stars
And though I'm certain she's tellin' the truth
She'd faint when the mob start rockin' the boat
In time our eyes will open, the curtains will drop
To see we are one, this one that we are
In time your eyes will open, time will tell
"Larger than life", "revolve among the stars"
She came from a time where time is running slow
Transcending the limits, step up to the flow
She brought to the table the wonders of life
The year of the dragon, she opened our eyes.
In time our heart will open, you'll let her in
To see we are one, this one that we are
In time your eyes will open, time will tell
"Larger than life", "revolve among stars"
The Flower Kings
Been around for a while, grown my beard, I'm still a child
Deadends, shortcuts, just the same, I'm the master of my game
Predictable, now you may say, the Danny Kaye of present day
Close my hand, wave my wand, the brainchild of your wonderland
Now, I'm at the peak, never forget what I tell you
Never give in to the big sleep, fast becoming
Now, I'm at the edge, never reject what I offer
Never believe what they tell you, let's move a mountain...!!!
Watch me fight, now watch me bleed on the universal spiral scene
The progress lingers, thoughts of man, take it as far as humans can
Now think of me your solid dream, catch me floating down the river
I'm an island drifting by and time again your sole forgiver
Now, I am the sun, I am the first day of summer
Never give in to the dark deep, fast becoming
Now, I am the moon, I am the end of tunnel
Never believe in the dark ages, let's move a mountain...!!
Call me ageless, call me ghost, the diamond duke behind the shades
The sunflower beneath the skyline swaying in the land of snakes
Hey, I used to be a king, now I'm just a king of laughter
Put my faith in anything
Anything that's close to wonder
Anything that's close to wonder!!
I'm in the middle, now see what I've done, staring into the sun
You think you're drowning, but slowly you slip thru the grinders of time
Afternoon in the upstreams, begging for time
Humming the words "I feed you my colorful shrine"
I'm in the middle, hold on to what's mine, in the limbo of time
You think you're dreaming, but gradually you learn what it's like to be torn
I'm on the other side painting skies to the poor
Humming the words "I'll join you, we'll break down the scores.
She came from the islands, seen places afar
They said she was gifted, reading the stars
And though I'm certain she's tellin' the truth
She'd faint when the mob start rockin' the boat
In time our eyes will open, the curtains will drop
To see we are one, this one that we are
In time your eyes will open, time will tell
"Larger than life", "revolve among the stars"
She came from a time where time is running slow
Transcending the limits, step up to the flow
She brought to the table the wonders of life
The year of the dragon, she opened our eyes.
In time our heart will open, you'll let her in
To see we are one, this one that we are
In time your eyes will open, time will tell
"Larger than life", "revolve among stars"
The Flower Kings
Never Too Late
23-09-2010
Delia Surridge: [V gives her a rose] Are you going to kill me now?
V: I killed you 10 minutes ago.
[shows her hypodermic needle]
V: While you slept.
Delia Surridge: Is there any pain?
V: No.
Delia Surridge: Thank you. Is it too late to apologize?
V: Never.
Delia Surridge: I'm so sorry.
[dies]
V for Vendetta
Delia Surridge: [V gives her a rose] Are you going to kill me now?
V: I killed you 10 minutes ago.
[shows her hypodermic needle]
V: While you slept.
Delia Surridge: Is there any pain?
V: No.
Delia Surridge: Thank you. Is it too late to apologize?
V: Never.
Delia Surridge: I'm so sorry.
[dies]
V for Vendetta
Action/Thought
22-09-2010
"Think like a man of action, act like a man of thought."
Henri Bergson - French author, mystic, & philosopher (1859 - 1941)
"Think like a man of action, act like a man of thought."
Henri Bergson - French author, mystic, & philosopher (1859 - 1941)
What Should And Dit Not Die
21-09-2010
i make images of you
ideal more than true
i glue photos on my wall
ladder bound to fall
and now seeing you again
will it ever end?
here i've no way to deny
what should but did not die
dark of day and light of night
o u t s i d e i n s i d e o u t
perfume circling around my brain
draws me in again
hopeless, helpless soul unchained
i succumb again
come to me and make me blind
dark-eyed dream of mine
Anedokten
i make images of you
ideal more than true
i glue photos on my wall
ladder bound to fall
and now seeing you again
will it ever end?
here i've no way to deny
what should but did not die
dark of day and light of night
o u t s i d e i n s i d e o u t
perfume circling around my brain
draws me in again
hopeless, helpless soul unchained
i succumb again
come to me and make me blind
dark-eyed dream of mine
Anedokten
The Trade
20-09-2010
NEWMAN:Kramer.
JERRY: Hello Newman.
NEWMAN: Come on lets go. I got the helmet. Lets get the radar detector.
KRAMER: All right I'll be back in a second. You guys coming to my party? [exits]
Together: Yeah, sure.
JERRY: What's this all about?
NEWMAN: We're making a trade. I'm giving him my motorcycle helmet - he's giving me his radar detector.
JERRY: I didn't know you had a motorcycle.
NEWMAN: Well my girlfriend had one.
JERRY: You have a girlfriend?
NEWMAN: I HAD a girlfriend and she was pretty wild.
JERRY: I never remember you with a girl.
NEWMAN: Nevertheless, ...
JERRY: This is a pretty bad deal for Kramer. You know a radar detector is worth much more than that helmet. I think you're cheating him.
NEWMAN: Don't say anything.
JERRY: All right.
[Kramer enters]
JERRY: You know you're getting gypped over here.
KRAMER: Really, Ah,
NEWMAN: We had a deal. Are you reneging out of the deal? Are you reneging? That's a renege.
KRAMER: Oh, stop saying 'reneging".
NEWMAN: Well you're reneging.
KRAMER: I, Okay, okay. I'm not reneging.
[they try to exchange items but won't let go]
NEWMAN: All right give it to me. let go ...
KRAMER: You let go - come on ...[they fight over the items]
JERRY: Gimme that - just gimme that. Here. Idiots!
NEWMAN: Thanks buddy. So long he he ...[exits]
JERRY: Does that thing work?
KRAMER: Nah.
Seinfeld
NEWMAN:Kramer.
JERRY: Hello Newman.
NEWMAN: Come on lets go. I got the helmet. Lets get the radar detector.
KRAMER: All right I'll be back in a second. You guys coming to my party? [exits]
Together: Yeah, sure.
JERRY: What's this all about?
NEWMAN: We're making a trade. I'm giving him my motorcycle helmet - he's giving me his radar detector.
JERRY: I didn't know you had a motorcycle.
NEWMAN: Well my girlfriend had one.
JERRY: You have a girlfriend?
NEWMAN: I HAD a girlfriend and she was pretty wild.
JERRY: I never remember you with a girl.
NEWMAN: Nevertheless, ...
JERRY: This is a pretty bad deal for Kramer. You know a radar detector is worth much more than that helmet. I think you're cheating him.
NEWMAN: Don't say anything.
JERRY: All right.
[Kramer enters]
JERRY: You know you're getting gypped over here.
KRAMER: Really, Ah,
NEWMAN: We had a deal. Are you reneging out of the deal? Are you reneging? That's a renege.
KRAMER: Oh, stop saying 'reneging".
NEWMAN: Well you're reneging.
KRAMER: I, Okay, okay. I'm not reneging.
[they try to exchange items but won't let go]
NEWMAN: All right give it to me. let go ...
KRAMER: You let go - come on ...[they fight over the items]
JERRY: Gimme that - just gimme that. Here. Idiots!
NEWMAN: Thanks buddy. So long he he ...[exits]
JERRY: Does that thing work?
KRAMER: Nah.
Seinfeld
A Kiss
19-09-2010
"A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes unnecessary."
Ingrid Bergman - Swedish movie actress (1915 - 1982)
"A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes unnecessary."
Ingrid Bergman - Swedish movie actress (1915 - 1982)
(You Need Meat) Don't Go No Further
18-09-2010
You need meat--go to the market.
You need bread--try the bakery.
You need loving--look here, baby.
I got just what you need.
Chorus: I got to love somebody
I got to love somebody,
I got to love somebody,
Somebody don't love me.
You need money--go to the bank, dear.
You need honey--look to the bee.
You need loving--come on here, woman.
Well, I got just what you need.
Oh, play it now!
You need meat--go to the market.
You need bread--try the bakery.
And you need loving--come on here, baby.
Well, I got just what you need.
I want to love somebody,
Yeah, love somebody,
I got to love somebody,
Somebody got to love me.
Play your guitar!
You need money--go to the bank, dear.
If you need honey--go find a bee.
If need loving--well, I'm your doctor.
I've got people sick on what you need.
The Doors
You need meat--go to the market.
You need bread--try the bakery.
You need loving--look here, baby.
I got just what you need.
Chorus: I got to love somebody
I got to love somebody,
I got to love somebody,
Somebody don't love me.
You need money--go to the bank, dear.
You need honey--look to the bee.
You need loving--come on here, woman.
Well, I got just what you need.
Oh, play it now!
You need meat--go to the market.
You need bread--try the bakery.
And you need loving--come on here, baby.
Well, I got just what you need.
I want to love somebody,
Yeah, love somebody,
I got to love somebody,
Somebody got to love me.
Play your guitar!
You need money--go to the bank, dear.
If you need honey--go find a bee.
If need loving--well, I'm your doctor.
I've got people sick on what you need.
The Doors
The 5th Of November
17-09-2010
Evey Hammond: [voiceover] Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot... But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them... but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love... And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget.
V For Vendetta
Evey Hammond: [voiceover] Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot... But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them... but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love... And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget.
V For Vendetta
Hard Work
16-09-2010
"Hard work never killed anybody, but why take a chance?"
Edgar Bergen, (Charlie McCarthy) - US comedian & ventriloquist (1903 - 1978)
"Hard work never killed anybody, but why take a chance?"
Edgar Bergen, (Charlie McCarthy) - US comedian & ventriloquist (1903 - 1978)
Leave Me Alone
15-09-2010
You
Always get exactly what you want
You
This is only my life that you taunt
Always giving me enough to keep me quiet
Only giving me enough to keep me at bay
Why don't you leave me alone?
I don't need you
This
Is the very thing that I disgust
Promise me again
And I hope your jaw fucking rusts
I did what you wanted didn't I?
So, shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up
Why don't you leave me alone?
Always on the verge of something
Almost about to leave it all
I don't need you
Open your blessed wings
And wrap them around all your things
Keep yourself in the company of kings
Cause it's their hands' that bleed from the strings
No more
American Head Charge
You
Always get exactly what you want
You
This is only my life that you taunt
Always giving me enough to keep me quiet
Only giving me enough to keep me at bay
Why don't you leave me alone?
I don't need you
This
Is the very thing that I disgust
Promise me again
And I hope your jaw fucking rusts
I did what you wanted didn't I?
So, shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up
Why don't you leave me alone?
Always on the verge of something
Almost about to leave it all
I don't need you
Open your blessed wings
And wrap them around all your things
Keep yourself in the company of kings
Cause it's their hands' that bleed from the strings
No more
American Head Charge
TV Junk
14-09-2010
[George returns]
GEORGE: What was that all about?
JERRY: They said they were interested in me.
GEORGE: For what?
JERRY: You know, a TV show.
GEORGE: Your own show?
JERRY: Yeah, I guess so.
GEORGE: They want you to do a TV show?
JERRY: Well, they want me to come up with an idea. I mean, I don't have any ideas.
GEORGE: Come on, how hard is that? Look at all the junk that's on TV.
Seinfeld
[George returns]
GEORGE: What was that all about?
JERRY: They said they were interested in me.
GEORGE: For what?
JERRY: You know, a TV show.
GEORGE: Your own show?
JERRY: Yeah, I guess so.
GEORGE: They want you to do a TV show?
JERRY: Well, they want me to come up with an idea. I mean, I don't have any ideas.
GEORGE: Come on, how hard is that? Look at all the junk that's on TV.
Seinfeld
Lados Errados
12-09-2010
Largaram-me a mil metros do chão
Largaram-me porque me agarrei
Numa alucinação de vida
Que me enchia o coração
E que agora vejo perdida
Num cair que já não sei
Largaram-me a mil metros do chão
Reparo o sol que se afasta no ar
Rasgo caminho onde o vento dormia
Adormeço sentidos no meu furacão
Enquanto sol anuncia o dia
Sinto o meu corpo, desamparado, deslizar...
Perdi-te do lado errado do coração
Eras tu o meu chão...
Enquanto caía a terra rachou
E eu via a queda ainda mais funda
Ao meu lado passava tudo o que passei
Comigo a miragem que nada mudou
Do voo rasante que nem começou
Do tempo apressado que nem reparei
Sinto os meus gestos flutuar, devagar
No último segredo antes do ódio
À minha frente um filme de aves sem voz
E quando as toquei resolvi gostar
Quando as ouvi fiquei a amar
Ter tentado subir ao cimo de nós
Amei-te do lado errado do coração
Eras tu o meu chão...
Não sei ao que chamam lados do coração
Mas és tu o meu chão...
És tu o meu chão...
Toranja
(odeio Toranja, mas esta letra é catita)
Largaram-me a mil metros do chão
Largaram-me porque me agarrei
Numa alucinação de vida
Que me enchia o coração
E que agora vejo perdida
Num cair que já não sei
Largaram-me a mil metros do chão
Reparo o sol que se afasta no ar
Rasgo caminho onde o vento dormia
Adormeço sentidos no meu furacão
Enquanto sol anuncia o dia
Sinto o meu corpo, desamparado, deslizar...
Perdi-te do lado errado do coração
Eras tu o meu chão...
Enquanto caía a terra rachou
E eu via a queda ainda mais funda
Ao meu lado passava tudo o que passei
Comigo a miragem que nada mudou
Do voo rasante que nem começou
Do tempo apressado que nem reparei
Sinto os meus gestos flutuar, devagar
No último segredo antes do ódio
À minha frente um filme de aves sem voz
E quando as toquei resolvi gostar
Quando as ouvi fiquei a amar
Ter tentado subir ao cimo de nós
Amei-te do lado errado do coração
Eras tu o meu chão...
Não sei ao que chamam lados do coração
Mas és tu o meu chão...
És tu o meu chão...
Toranja
(odeio Toranja, mas esta letra é catita)
I Love You
11-09-2010
It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must NEVER let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the worlds turns, and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you. Valerie.
V for Vendetta
It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must NEVER let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the worlds turns, and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you. Valerie.
V for Vendetta
Poor Excuse
10-09-2010
"Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy."
Edgar Bergen, (Charlie McCarthy) - US comedian & ventriloquist (1903 - 1978)
"Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy."
Edgar Bergen, (Charlie McCarthy) - US comedian & ventriloquist (1903 - 1978)
Scars
09-09-2010
Every time I see my eyes
In my reflection
I cant help but be disappointed
In who I am
Every time I feel my skin
Breaking on metal
It helps me be quiet
And quiet’s where I need to be
Scars on my skin…
Scars on my heart…
Scars on my soul…
Reminding me of myself
Scars on my skin…
Scars on my heart…
Scars on my soul…
Reminding me of myself
And if I let you in,
You’ll tear me apart.
Every time I feel alone
And left forgotten
I have to believe in something
Like angels to breathe
Every time I see my pain
Beating in rhythm
I need to be silenced
In silence, where I hide my fear
Scars on my skin…
Scars on my heart…
Scars on my soul…
Reminding me of myself
Scars on my skin…
Scars on my heart…
Scars on my soul…
Reminding me of me
And if I let you in,
You’ll tear me apart.
So just hold me
Wrap me in your arms,
Don’t let me fall again
Teach me
So I don’t have to learn
Anything more from you
Isn’t my pain good enough for
Faith in you?
Isn’t my pain good enough for
Faith in you?
So just hold me
Wrap me in your arms,
Don’t let me fall again
Teach me
So I don’t have to learn
Anything more from you
Isn’t my pain good enough for
Faith in you?
Isn’t my pain good enough for
Faith in you?
Elegeion
Every time I see my eyes
In my reflection
I cant help but be disappointed
In who I am
Every time I feel my skin
Breaking on metal
It helps me be quiet
And quiet’s where I need to be
Scars on my skin…
Scars on my heart…
Scars on my soul…
Reminding me of myself
Scars on my skin…
Scars on my heart…
Scars on my soul…
Reminding me of myself
And if I let you in,
You’ll tear me apart.
Every time I feel alone
And left forgotten
I have to believe in something
Like angels to breathe
Every time I see my pain
Beating in rhythm
I need to be silenced
In silence, where I hide my fear
Scars on my skin…
Scars on my heart…
Scars on my soul…
Reminding me of myself
Scars on my skin…
Scars on my heart…
Scars on my soul…
Reminding me of me
And if I let you in,
You’ll tear me apart.
So just hold me
Wrap me in your arms,
Don’t let me fall again
Teach me
So I don’t have to learn
Anything more from you
Isn’t my pain good enough for
Faith in you?
Isn’t my pain good enough for
Faith in you?
So just hold me
Wrap me in your arms,
Don’t let me fall again
Teach me
So I don’t have to learn
Anything more from you
Isn’t my pain good enough for
Faith in you?
Isn’t my pain good enough for
Faith in you?
Elegeion
Toilet Paper
08-09-2010
George - What did they do for toilet paper in the Civil War?
Jerry - What...?
George - Wonder what toilet paper was like in the 1860s? Did they...? Did they carry it in rolls in their duffel bags?
Jerry - Everything with you comes down to toilet paper.
George - What?
Jerry - That's always the first question with you. Why is that always your focus?
George - Alright, then what did they do?
Jerry - I don't know. Maybe they gave out big loose clumps to all the soldiers.
George - I think it would be nice if there was some sort of historical record of it.
Jerry - Maybe they should have a toilet-paper museum. Would you like that? So we could see all the toilet-paper advancements down through the ages. Toilet-paper during the Crusades. The development of the perforation. The first six-pack."
Seinfeld
George - What did they do for toilet paper in the Civil War?
Jerry - What...?
George - Wonder what toilet paper was like in the 1860s? Did they...? Did they carry it in rolls in their duffel bags?
Jerry - Everything with you comes down to toilet paper.
George - What?
Jerry - That's always the first question with you. Why is that always your focus?
George - Alright, then what did they do?
Jerry - I don't know. Maybe they gave out big loose clumps to all the soldiers.
George - I think it would be nice if there was some sort of historical record of it.
Jerry - Maybe they should have a toilet-paper museum. Would you like that? So we could see all the toilet-paper advancements down through the ages. Toilet-paper during the Crusades. The development of the perforation. The first six-pack."
Seinfeld
The Right Question
07-09-2010
"The question is not, can they reason? Nor, can they talk? But, can they suffer?"
Jeremy Bentham, philosopher and animal rights activist - English jurist, philosopher, & legal reformer (1748 - 1832)
"The question is not, can they reason? Nor, can they talk? But, can they suffer?"
Jeremy Bentham, philosopher and animal rights activist - English jurist, philosopher, & legal reformer (1748 - 1832)
O Cachimbo da Paz
06-09-2010
A criminalidade toma conta da cidade
A sociedade põe a culpa nas autoridades
Um cacique oficial viajou pro Pantanal
Porque aqui a violência tá demais
E lá encontrou um velho índio que usava um fio dental
E fumava um cachimbo da paz
O presidente deu um tapa no cachimbo e na hora
De voltar pra capital ficou com preguiça
Trocou seu paletó pelo fio dental e nomeou
O velho índio pra ministro da justiça
E o novo ministro chegando na cidade,
Achou aquela tribo violenta demais
Viu que todo cara-pálida vivia atrás das grades
E chamou a TV e os jornais
E disse: "Índio chegou trazendo novidade
Índio trouxe o cachimbo da paz
Maresia, sente a maresia
maresia, uuu...
Apaga a fumaça do revólver, da pistola
Manda a fumaça do cachimbo pra cachola
Acende, puxa, prende, passa
Índio quer cachimbo, índio quer fazer fumaça
Todo mundo experimenta o cachimbo da floresta
Dizem que é do bom, dizem que não presta
Querem proibir, querem liberar
E a polêmica chegou até o congresso
Tudo isso deve ser pra evitar a concorrência
Porque não é Hollywood mas é o sucesso
O cachimbo da paz deixou o povo mais tranqüilo
Mas o fumo acabou porque só tinha oitenta quilos
E o povo aplaudiu quando o índio partiu pra selva
E prometeu voltar com uma tonelada
Só que quando ele voltou "sujou"!!!
A polícia federal preparou uma cilada
"O cachimbo da paz foi proibido, entra na caçamba vagabundo!
Vamô pra DP! Ê êê! Índio tá fudido porque lá o pau
Vai comer!"
Maresia, sente a maresia
maresia, uuu...
Apaga a fumaça do revólver, da pistola
Manda a fumaça do cachimbo pra cachola
Acende, puxa, prende, passa
Índio quer cachimbo, índio quer fazer fumaça
Na delegacia só tinha viciado e delinquente
Cada um com um vício e um caso diferente
Um cachaceiro esfaqueou o dono do bar porque ele
Não vendia pinga fiado
E um senhor bebeu uísque demais, acordou com um travestí
E assassinou o coitado
Um viciado no jogo apostou a mulher, perdeu a aposta
E ela foi sequestrada
Era tanta ocorrência, tanta violência que o índio
Não tava entendendo nada
Ele viu que o delegado fumava um charuto fedorento
E acendeu um "da paz" pra relaxar
Mas quando foi dar um tapinha
Levou um tapão violento e um chute naquele lugar
Foi mandado pro presídio e no caminho assistiu um
Acidente provocado por excesso de cerveja:
Uma jovem que bebeu demais atropelou
Um padre e os noivos na porta da igreja
E pro índio nada mais faz sentido
Com tantas drogas porque só o seu cachimbo é proibido?
Maresia, sente a maresia
maresia, uuu...
Apaga a fumaça do revólver, da pistola
Manda a fumaça do cachimbo pra cachola
Acende, puxa, prende, passa
Índio quer cachimbo, índio quer fazer fumaça
Na penitenciária o "índio fora da lei"
Conheceu os criminosos de verdade
Entrando, saindo e voltando cada vez mais
Perigosos pra sociedade, aí, cumpádi, tá rolando
Um sorteio na prisão pra reduzir a super lotação
Todo mês alguns presos tem que ser executados
E o índio dessa vez foi um dos sorteados
E tentou acalmar os outros presos:
"Peraí..., vamo fumar um cachimbinho da paz"
Eles começaram a rir e espancaram o velho índio
Até não poder mais e antes de morrer ele pensou:
"Essa tribo é atrasada demais...
Eles querem acabar com a violência,
mas a paz é contra a lei e a lei é contra a paz"
E o cachimbo do índio continua proibido mas se você quer comprar é mais fácil que pão
Hoje em dia ele é vendido pelos mesmos bandidos que mataram O velho índio na prisão
Maresia, sente a maresia
maresia, uuu...
Apaga a fumaça do revólver, da pistola
Manda a fumaça do cachimbo pra cachola
Acende, puxa, prende, passa
Índio quer cachimbo, índio quer fazer fumaça
Maresia, sente a maresia
maresia, uuu...
Apaga a fumaça do revólver, da pistola
Sente a marisia
Índio quer cachimbo, índio quer fazer fumaça
Apaga a fumaça do revólver, da pistola
Sente a marisia, acende, puxa, prende, passa, uuu...
Apaga a fumaça do revólver, da pistola
Gabriel, O Pensador
A criminalidade toma conta da cidade
A sociedade põe a culpa nas autoridades
Um cacique oficial viajou pro Pantanal
Porque aqui a violência tá demais
E lá encontrou um velho índio que usava um fio dental
E fumava um cachimbo da paz
O presidente deu um tapa no cachimbo e na hora
De voltar pra capital ficou com preguiça
Trocou seu paletó pelo fio dental e nomeou
O velho índio pra ministro da justiça
E o novo ministro chegando na cidade,
Achou aquela tribo violenta demais
Viu que todo cara-pálida vivia atrás das grades
E chamou a TV e os jornais
E disse: "Índio chegou trazendo novidade
Índio trouxe o cachimbo da paz
Maresia, sente a maresia
maresia, uuu...
Apaga a fumaça do revólver, da pistola
Manda a fumaça do cachimbo pra cachola
Acende, puxa, prende, passa
Índio quer cachimbo, índio quer fazer fumaça
Todo mundo experimenta o cachimbo da floresta
Dizem que é do bom, dizem que não presta
Querem proibir, querem liberar
E a polêmica chegou até o congresso
Tudo isso deve ser pra evitar a concorrência
Porque não é Hollywood mas é o sucesso
O cachimbo da paz deixou o povo mais tranqüilo
Mas o fumo acabou porque só tinha oitenta quilos
E o povo aplaudiu quando o índio partiu pra selva
E prometeu voltar com uma tonelada
Só que quando ele voltou "sujou"!!!
A polícia federal preparou uma cilada
"O cachimbo da paz foi proibido, entra na caçamba vagabundo!
Vamô pra DP! Ê êê! Índio tá fudido porque lá o pau
Vai comer!"
Maresia, sente a maresia
maresia, uuu...
Apaga a fumaça do revólver, da pistola
Manda a fumaça do cachimbo pra cachola
Acende, puxa, prende, passa
Índio quer cachimbo, índio quer fazer fumaça
Na delegacia só tinha viciado e delinquente
Cada um com um vício e um caso diferente
Um cachaceiro esfaqueou o dono do bar porque ele
Não vendia pinga fiado
E um senhor bebeu uísque demais, acordou com um travestí
E assassinou o coitado
Um viciado no jogo apostou a mulher, perdeu a aposta
E ela foi sequestrada
Era tanta ocorrência, tanta violência que o índio
Não tava entendendo nada
Ele viu que o delegado fumava um charuto fedorento
E acendeu um "da paz" pra relaxar
Mas quando foi dar um tapinha
Levou um tapão violento e um chute naquele lugar
Foi mandado pro presídio e no caminho assistiu um
Acidente provocado por excesso de cerveja:
Uma jovem que bebeu demais atropelou
Um padre e os noivos na porta da igreja
E pro índio nada mais faz sentido
Com tantas drogas porque só o seu cachimbo é proibido?
Maresia, sente a maresia
maresia, uuu...
Apaga a fumaça do revólver, da pistola
Manda a fumaça do cachimbo pra cachola
Acende, puxa, prende, passa
Índio quer cachimbo, índio quer fazer fumaça
Na penitenciária o "índio fora da lei"
Conheceu os criminosos de verdade
Entrando, saindo e voltando cada vez mais
Perigosos pra sociedade, aí, cumpádi, tá rolando
Um sorteio na prisão pra reduzir a super lotação
Todo mês alguns presos tem que ser executados
E o índio dessa vez foi um dos sorteados
E tentou acalmar os outros presos:
"Peraí..., vamo fumar um cachimbinho da paz"
Eles começaram a rir e espancaram o velho índio
Até não poder mais e antes de morrer ele pensou:
"Essa tribo é atrasada demais...
Eles querem acabar com a violência,
mas a paz é contra a lei e a lei é contra a paz"
E o cachimbo do índio continua proibido mas se você quer comprar é mais fácil que pão
Hoje em dia ele é vendido pelos mesmos bandidos que mataram O velho índio na prisão
Maresia, sente a maresia
maresia, uuu...
Apaga a fumaça do revólver, da pistola
Manda a fumaça do cachimbo pra cachola
Acende, puxa, prende, passa
Índio quer cachimbo, índio quer fazer fumaça
Maresia, sente a maresia
maresia, uuu...
Apaga a fumaça do revólver, da pistola
Sente a marisia
Índio quer cachimbo, índio quer fazer fumaça
Apaga a fumaça do revólver, da pistola
Sente a marisia, acende, puxa, prende, passa, uuu...
Apaga a fumaça do revólver, da pistola
Gabriel, O Pensador
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