I wish I..

.. I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late in to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn't play guitar
Not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
When computers were still scary and we didn't know everything

When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
My mum and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs
And playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late in to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.......

by Sandi Thom

Hum.. Sometimes I really wish I could..

Understand

I used to think that happiness could only be something
That happened to somebody else
Everybody believed, everybody but me.
And I've been hurt so many times before,
That my hopes was dying, so sick of trying
Everybody could see, everybody but me.
But then you came into my life,
You opened up my softer side
And now I can see into your eyes
And suddenly, I realize..

(I made you think, you don't understand)
All the times you didn't understand,
Why you couldn't just be my man
(I made you think, you don't understand)
There were many walls you had to climb,
If you really wanted to be mine
(I made you think, you don't understand)
After all the hoops I put you through,
Now I see that I'm in love with you
Now, I hope you finally understand.

So many tears I had to cry
But you had many more of your own you had to dry
But you stuck it out, and you're here with me now..
And rememberin' the days I pushed away your love,
You called my bluff and you still stayed around,
Yeah you figured me out
Said, you got me down
And there's no way to lie to you,
You know me better than I do

Baby, ooh, you see me through,
I'd be no good without you!

Time went on, and I was wrong
To keep my distance for so long
So afraid you wouldn't stay
But you never turned away

Always right by my side
You're forever in my life
Don't you go
'Cause now I know
That in you I found a home
Now I can see into your eyes
Suddenly, I realize

(I may do things you don't understand..)

Porn nails? Tsk! Tsk!

Adorada Cidália, bem dizes tu..

Já não há pachorra para as pinças de lagosta que adornam as "quengas" importadas da América do Sul (armadas em VIPs cá do sítio), assim como donas-de-casa suburbanas que ao fim-de-semana, na companhia do grunho do marido e da filha que não se cala, se fazem passear pelo "Shopping" mais próximo, poluíndo sonora e visualmente a paisagem que de outra forma seria bem mais agradável. :(

Não ás pinças de lagosta!

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