Young Folks - Peter, Bjorn & John

If i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
handled all of my history
would you go along with someone like me

I did before and had my share
it didn't lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn't matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through

And we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about our own folks
talkin' 'bout our own stuff
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you

usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no one would surprise me unless you do

i can tell there's something goin' on
hours seem to disappear
everyone is leaving i'm still with you

it doesn't matter what we do
where we are going to
we can stick around and see this night through

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about our own folks
talkin' 'bout our own stuff
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about our own folks
talkin' 'bout our own stuff
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you
(repeat)
talking only me and you

talking only me and you
talking only me and you
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And you? Would you go along with someone like me?

Era uma vez

"Era uma vez um rapaz que perguntou a uma linda moça:
- Queres casar comigo?

Ela respondeu:
- Não!

E o rapaz viveu feliz para sempre, foi pescar, jogou futebol, conheceu muitas outras miúdas, visitou muitos lugares, estava sempre a sorrir e de bom humor, nunca lhe faltava dinheiro, bebia cerveja com os amigos sempre que estava com vontade e ninguém mandava nele.
A moça teve celulite, varizes, os peitos caíram e ficou sozinha.

FIM."

Li esta história algures pela net e achei o máximo.. se bem que o final da história seria de certeza bem diferente....

Na minha opinião:
A rapariga também viveu feliz para sempre, sem ficar careca como o rapaz, nem barriguda e não sofria de reumático, nem tão pouco de impotência.... ah e não ficou com sida, pois conheceu alguns rapazes, mas não ia com qualquer um, pois a regra era qualidade e não quantidade!

Quanto ao ficar sozinha, não foi bem assim pois teve um filho com um desses rapazes lindíssimos que conheceu e assim enquanto o rapaz morria sidoso, ela envelhecia tranquilamente ao lado do filho.

Muito azeda a história?? Quem é que acredita em histórias com final feliz nos tempos que correm... ?

Bayside - Duality

Some days
I get crazed
I don't know why it's all relevant
I'll take deep breaths
And keep control, go on.

I've tried brave
And you've tried to save
I'm proud to keep it bottled up
I think I past my prompt and lost my mind and I'm torn.

No telling what tomorrow holds.
Who let , who let this feeling die, when all I did was try?
Who let, you let this feeling die, I can't get you out of my head, my head.
Your the flame that burns me so I know that I'm still alive.

Some say
It's all fate
but I say we control our lives
And if my destiny should outbest me then that's fine.
I made believe thrill and apathy don't exist in me fairly equally
but truth is after all I got, call mine.

No telling what tomorrow holds.
No telling what voice takes control.

Who let , who let this feeling die, when all I did was try?
Who let, you let this feeling die, I can't get you out of my head, my head.
And your the flame that burns me so I know that I'm still alive.

Is there anybody out there (out there)
Is anybody calling (anybody calling)
Woaahh , if what i say is really wrong
Is there anybody out there (out there)
Is anybody calling (anybody calling)
Woooah, if what you say is really wrong.
I'm not in control, things are out of control.

Who let , who let this feeling die, when all I did was try?
Who let, you let this feeling die, I can't get you out of my head, my head.
And your the flame that burns me so I know that I'm still alive.
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Gosto!