Porque ás vezes life sucks and then you die...

Title: How To Save A Life


Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life

Presente de páscoa

Uma prendinha para voçes! Reparem na maneira como saltam os oculos e na chapa que deve ter dado o gajo! E porque é que o gajo que a vai salvar ainda esta a sair da água e já a tipa está na areia? E como é que uma prancha de windsurf, que ainda á momentos estava paradinha a um metro, ganha velocidade em tão pouco tempo, para fazer alguem desmaiar? E porque é que a tipa tem tanto tempo para reagir e não faz nada? Tantas perguntas que podemos fazer em tão pouco tempo de filme!

I'm not an addict

Para a minha pipoca favorita...



Breath it in and breath it out
and pass it on it's almost out
We're so creative and so much more
We're high above, but on the floor

It's not a habit, it's cool
I feel alive
If you don't have it your on
the other side

The deeper you stick it in your vein
The deeper the thoughts there's no more pain
I'm in heaven, I'm a god
I'm everywhere, I feel so hot

It's not a habit, it's cool
I feel alive
If you don't have it your on
the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)

It's over now, I'm cold, alone
I'm just a person on my own
Nothing means a thing to me
Oh, nothing means a thing to me

Free me, leave me
Watch me as I'm going down
Free me, see me
Look at me I'm falling
And I'm falling.........

It is not a habit, it is cool
I feel alive I feel.......
It is not a habit, it is cool
I feel alive

I'm not an addict, I'm not an addict, I'm not an addict.

Novas regras da igreja

Ao que parece, agora na missa a ostia tem de ser dada na boca e as homilias tem de ser reduzidas para um máximode 10 min. Isto a mim tanto se me dá, como se me deu, mas fez-me ver algo que não esta bem. Meninos da ASAE, abram bem esses ouvidos! Deviam fazer uma inspecção ás igrejas! Naquele local sagrado, o padre serve a hostia sem uma touca, sem uma tenaz e sem luvas! Um autentico desrespeito pelas leis basicas da higiene! Pior, passa o compasso na páscoa, o pessoal beija a santinha e esta não é devidamente estrelizada entre beijos! Ou então usar santas descartaveis em cada casa. Mas mau mau é aquele fuminho na missa, num local fechado e sem ventilação! Vamos lá a abrir os olhos que a lei deve ser para todos!

One bullet left...

P.S. Quando o preto começa a cantar até que fica fixe a musica!

Telerural

Para quem não conhece é o telerural, interpretado pelas personagens Quim Roscas e Zeca Estacionancio, os unicos gajos com piada em todos os programas da manhã.

O puto não tem hipóteses!