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Don't do It
04:04
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We had a shack
In the city of Orleans
We just have moved in
And the neighbors are chatting around
They say we are too weird to stay
Then my mom grabed a shovel,
And scared them away...
We said
Don’t do it! Do it!
Don’t do it! Do it!
Don’t do it! Do it!
That shovel ain’t sharp enought
Maybe we could use a gun?
Well, a gipsy can sing about
the one that she loves
Like my sister she had no eye,
But she could see you pretty much
And when Bob the Carpenter
Tried to touch her skirt
She turned around with a devil’s frown
And burned the man to the ground
We said
Don’t do it! Do it!
Don’t do it! Do it!
Don’t do it! Do it!
We don't have enought gasoline!
But then who’s gonna clean?
Don’t do it! Do it!
Don’t do it! Do it!
Do it! Do it!
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Little ride, Little Ride
Take my hand
And we will go through
The road and the Wind
And maybe when I’m gone
You’ll be still rolling on
Cause the journey never stops
Until the end...
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3. |
Does it Ring a Bell?
03:49
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After so long that we’ve been
Together, I can tell that
We’ve grow old,
And maybe deep in our
Hearts we grew cold,
I don’t know
I don’t know
A sweet place, tender face
To rest upon,
Your chest against mine
Hearts find a reason
to be warm
to be warm
I got a thing
About somebody else
A third party maybe a
Complete stranger
Maybe you can tell
Does it ring a bell?
Maybe the one who become your lover
Is watching the foes take cover
Under the red hotel
Does it ring a bell?
Sometimes we can sit and think
About the lonely fields in New Orleans
And the moon aswell
Does it ring a bell?
Does it ring a bell?
There’s none as far as I can tell.
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You can throw yourself up
But I can tell whats on your mind
There’s nothing else that
You can do
Just sit back and
Take your time
Cuz theres a song not a lullaby
That I want to sing to you
Pick up the pieces of that
Broken mirror
Or I will take em’
And make em’ mine
But it’s a
BANG BANG
Big gap of your’s babe
Shot down, got my face on the ground
But it’s a
BANG BANG, big gap of yours babe
But it’s a
BANG BANG
Big gap of your’s babe
I Shot down, I shot you down
But it’s a
BANG BANG
I can’t hear what you said to me
Pull the trigger if you feel it has to be
Like this
I know a thing grandma used to tell
Just aim to shoot
And you might feel well
And if I told you that it’s gonna be today
A-a
And if I told you that it’s gonna be today
A-a
But it’s a
BANG BANG
Big gap of yours babe
But it’s a
BANG BANG
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After all of this I stop to wonder
If it was worth it
The story of a boy not a man
Who caught the fly in a hurry
If this was a secret
Better not to tell any folk’s folly
Wheeping tears of winter
Snow waves floating
A thin hair of silver
Blue eyes flooding
The boy who cried lightning
Sugar canes, making caves
Inside my dome, the boy’s
Never been so alone
“cried lightning”
Making it count, baking clouds
Shooting stars in my yard
After a movie
“cried lightning”
Making plays, radioactive waves
With his morning corn flakes
TBWCL
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And after a long break
You be afraid
Taking you down showing around
all the horrors of this town
And after a long break
You be afraid
Taking you down showing around
all the horrors of this town
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Branco Blu Brazil
Branco Blu is a trio, formed on planet earth, more precisely on Brazil. It is composed by Est Richter on the six strings and the vocal chords, Gui Cenzi on the four strings and Wand Rodrigues on the various-sizes-tambourines. They are constantly looking for new sounds, mixing classic rock, progressive and blues with the alternative from the 00`s. ... more
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