<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475</id><updated>2012-01-18T15:16:08.150-02:00</updated><category term='Depeche Mode'/><category term='Diana Krall'/><category term='coldplay'/><category term='Paula Toller'/><category term='Alanis'/><category term='Sting'/><category term='Tears for Fears'/><category term='clássicos'/><category term='dixie chicks'/><category term='Sou Você'/><category term='Elton John'/><category term='Amy Lee'/><category term='Fotos'/><category term='fleetwood mac'/><category term='Vinícius de Moraes'/><category term='Caetano'/><category term='Human League'/><category term='Crush'/><category 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type='text'>INSENSATEZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RUUP1twUoEo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RUUP1twUoEo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ah, insensatez que você fez&lt;br /&gt;Coração mais sem cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Fez chorar de dor o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Um amor tão delicado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, por que você foi fraco assim&lt;br /&gt;Assim tão desalmado&lt;br /&gt;Ah, meu coração, quem nunca amou&lt;br /&gt;Não merece ser amado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai, meu coração, ouve a razão&lt;br /&gt;Usa só sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;Quem semeia vento, diz a razão&lt;br /&gt;Colhe sempre tempestade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai, meu coração, pede perdão&lt;br /&gt;Perdão apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;Vai, porque quem não pede perdão&lt;br /&gt;Não é nunca perdoado&lt;br /&gt;( Vinícius / Tom )&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-7644354174677503589?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/7644354174677503589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=7644354174677503589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7644354174677503589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7644354174677503589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2009/02/insensatez.html' title='INSENSATEZ'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-6614396805803450321</id><published>2009-02-14T01:10:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:58:49.330-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy Lee'/><title type='text'>CAUSE I´M BROKEN WHEN I´M OPEN..... (Quem mandou se abrir?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id=":tx" class="ArwC7c ckChnd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vc é cruel. Como pode existir alguém tão frio?&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanto que eu te dei... mesmo sem poder. Depois de tudo, você foi um punhal despedaçando minha alma. Triturando meu amor nos teus dentes ácidos e corrosivos. Você precisa aprender que pessoas não são descartáveis. Que sentir de verdade não é impor prazos, datas, limites. Amar de verdade é incondicional, você não sabe disso? Não. Não sabe. Porque não sabe amar. Não ama de verdade. O que quer é casca e não profundidade. Não sabe receber. Quer sempre mais. É um algoz. Um carrasco. Carcereiro de desejos. Destila o seu egoísmo com impáfia e orgulho sem saber que cada palavra é uma farpa e que aqui dentro está tudo destruído, arrebentado pela tua crueldade. Mas lembre-se... Lembre-se que ao fim de todo dia e toda noite, sobra o espelho te encarando. Você aguenta? Depois do que fez? Sobra a tua covardia. O teu ego. A tua infinita fraqueza. Você nunca me quis livre. Foi tudo uma mentira, uma armadilha da tua mente doentia pra me prender a ti. Mas eu não estou sentada no teu banco de réus. Eu sou a tua vítima. E você, meu caro, nunca me soube. Nunca me entendeu. Nunca me amou de verdade. Só queria me prender às tuas vontades e às tuas ridículas regras. Tem tanto que aprender! E tão pouco tempo... Você me teria pro resto da vida se simplesmente soubesse que amar não é cobrar. Que não se força ninguém a ser como queremos. Feriu-me de morte. Quebrou-me. Decretou a sua sentença final. Julgou-me! Expulsou-me de ti. Proposital e insanamente. Insano pensamento que te cegou e deturpou tudo o que havia de belo e forte. Tudo o que eu dei e que você nunca reconheceu ou valorizou... Tudo o que eu te dei... Tudo o que construímos, tudo o que tínhamos... a tua frieza devastou. Nunca pensei que vc fizesse isso. Não você. Não comigo. Não comigo...... que vc fosse capaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Te escreverei para despedir-me de tua vida. "&lt;/i&gt; Leia isso. E releia. Uma, duas, mil, um milhão de vezes. Depois olhe-se no espelho. Tente. Fique com o teu precioso prazo. Com o teu perfeito decreto, que pra você, claramente é mais importante do que eu, do que o que eu sinto, do que eu te dei, do que me fará, do que me causará essa sua atitude. Quem ama pensa nisso. Pensa no que pode causar ao outro. E não só a si mesmo. Tanto pra aprender, não é? Tanta vida e tão pouco entendimento. Eu só consigo agora dizer um "Sinto muito". O choque ainda me atordoa. E ainda sangro e choro. Culpa sua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recolho meus cacos, hiberno, lambo minhas feridas, reparo os estragos. Você me arrebentou um dia. Dois. Três. Quarenta! Mas eu sobreviverei. E o espelho me será manso e confortável. Mas... E pra você? Leia. Releia. Encare-se e veja o que a tua imagem distorcida te revela. Você consegue? ... É! Tem mesmo algo do avesso aqui. E dessa vez não sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoUOrLe4vlY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoUOrLe4vlY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; / I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I keep your photograph, I know it serves me well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; / I wanna hold you high and steal your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I'm broken when I'm open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; / And I don't feel like I am strong enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; 'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; / And I don't feel right when you're gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; The worst is over now and we can breathe again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; / I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; / I wanna hold you high and steal your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; 'Cause I'm broken when I'm open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; / And I don't feel like I am strong enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; 'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; /And I don't feel right when you're gone away "&lt;br /&gt;(Broken - Setter &amp;amp; Amy Lee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-6614396805803450321?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/6614396805803450321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=6614396805803450321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/6614396805803450321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/6614396805803450321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2009/02/cause-im-broken-when-im-open-quem.html' title='CAUSE I´M BROKEN WHEN I´M OPEN..... (Quem mandou se abrir?)'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-6758710682961732398</id><published>2009-02-11T03:23:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T03:29:52.641-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Van Luchiari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everything but the girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mp3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flickr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EBTG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For You'/><title type='text'>DO YOU EVER GET ME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vanluchiari.com.br/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/SZJhGfcrKdI/AAAAAAAACeQ/FiCc0sAWLJg/s320/van001+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301406475517372882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-pill.swf" style="width: 265px; height: 110px;" width="265" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-pill.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=18284248&amp;amp;path=2009/02/10&amp;amp;mycolor=421D29&amp;amp;mycolor2=0D0105&amp;amp;mycolor3=521025&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false&amp;amp;ow=265&amp;amp;oh=110"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" I never thought I'd grow up so fast so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      To know yourself is to let yourself be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      And I want to be addicted, I want to be secure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      I want to wake up after the night before, but do you get me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you ever get me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      I'll press your hand against my face, weaken my resistance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      I'll pull the sheets over our heads, let the broken sky break above our heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      And I want to be addicted, I want to be secure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      I want to wake up after the night before, but do you get me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      Do you ever get me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      Shower me with affection and I'll return in kind. I have no hidden motive, I am blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      I'm a stone inside a box, I'm a spring inside a clock,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      you can wear me on your wrist and I'll tell you things ten thousand times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      but do you ever get me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      Do you ever get me?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(EBTG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-6758710682961732398?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/6758710682961732398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=6758710682961732398&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/6758710682961732398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/6758710682961732398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-ever-get-me.html' title='DO YOU EVER GET ME?'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/SZJhGfcrKdI/AAAAAAAACeQ/FiCc0sAWLJg/s72-c/van001+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-5220165214817421027</id><published>2009-02-11T02:13:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T03:30:23.711-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Van Luchiari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flickr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Des&apos;ree'/><title type='text'>CRAZY MAZE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vanluchiari.com.br/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/SZJSLg7qlfI/AAAAAAAACeI/A2IWOGqV0kE/s400/DSC02532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301390069140723186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-txtzoom.swf" style="width: 220px; height: 128px;" width="220" height="128"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-txtzoom.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=18282377&amp;amp;path=2009/02/10&amp;amp;mycolor=EBCCA2&amp;amp;mycolor2=FCF9F5&amp;amp;mycolor3=995959&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=4&amp;amp;grad=true&amp;amp;ow=220&amp;amp;oh=128"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;" Money don´t make my world go round / I´m reaching out to a higher ground&lt;br /&gt;To a warm and peaceful place / I can rest my weary face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life´s answers we try to find / Battling inside our minds&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here? / Will all my friends be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we´re living, we´re living in a crazy maze&lt;br /&gt;and we´re fighting, we´re fighting to rise above the haze&lt;br /&gt;light´s at the end of the tunnel  /  sometimes the journey is long&lt;br /&gt;there are many theories / who´s right and who´s wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure´s on I have to choose / I've got nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes I take a chance / Now I dance a different dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What´s the key to a happy life? / A healthy mind and lots of spice&lt;br /&gt;Running barefoot through the trees / That´s my idea of free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pack my bags, I´m on my way / Don´t know where I´m gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;I´m on the train bound destiny / I can set my spirit free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we´re living, yes, we´re living in a crazy maze&lt;br /&gt;and we´re fighting, we´re fighting to rise above the haze&lt;br /&gt;light´s at the end of the tunnel / the journey may be long&lt;br /&gt;there are many theories / who´s right and who´s wrong? "&lt;br /&gt;(Des' ree)&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-5220165214817421027?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/5220165214817421027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=5220165214817421027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/5220165214817421027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/5220165214817421027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-maze.html' title='CRAZY MAZE'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/SZJSLg7qlfI/AAAAAAAACeI/A2IWOGqV0kE/s72-c/DSC02532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-8645760689346131656</id><published>2008-08-19T16:54:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:32:41.464-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave Mathews Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DMB'/><title type='text'>CRUSH ME</title><content type='html'>It's crazy. I'm thinking.... That I'll never forget you, love. There'll be no one else. Only you broke and fill my heart with your cruel emptiness. There'll be no one else like you inside of me.&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMe0qs8zJeI"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMe0qs8zJeI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy, how it, feels tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, how you, make it all alright love.&lt;br /&gt;You crush me, with the, things you do,&lt;br /&gt;I do, for you, anything too oh.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting, smoking, feeling high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;It's crazy, I'm thinking, just knowing that the world is round.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here I'm dancing on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Am I right side up or upside down, and is this real, or am I dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely lady, let me drink you, please, I wont spill a drop no, I promise you.&lt;br /&gt;Lying under this spell you cast on me.&lt;br /&gt;Each moment the more, I, love, you.&lt;br /&gt;crush me, come on. oh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy I'm thinking, just knowing that the world is round.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here I'm dancing on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Am I right side up or upside down?&lt;br /&gt;Is this real, oh lord, or am I dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely lady, I will treat you sweetly, adore you, I mean, you crush me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's times like these when my faith I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I know, how, i, love, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, come on, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy, I'm thinking just as long as youre around.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here I'll be dancing on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Am I right side up or upside down?&lt;br /&gt;To each other, we'll be facing.&lt;br /&gt;My love, my love, we'll beat back the pain we've found.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I mean to tell you all the things I've been thinking,&lt;br /&gt;deep inside my Friend.&lt;br /&gt;With each moment the more I love you.&lt;br /&gt;(DMB - Crush)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-8645760689346131656?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/8645760689346131656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=8645760689346131656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/8645760689346131656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/8645760689346131656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2008/08/crush-me.html' title='CRUSH ME'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-1570224597483703141</id><published>2008-08-17T17:09:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:35:08.775-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dixie chicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fleetwood mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landslide'/><title type='text'>LANDSLIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_DkD4kjJwG4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_DkD4kjJwG4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I took my love and I took it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed a mountain and I turned around&lt;br /&gt;And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills&lt;br /&gt;Well the landslide brought me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, mirror in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Can the child within my heart rise above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Can I handle the seasons of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I've been afraid of changing 'cause I built my life around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But time makes you bolder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Children get older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm getting older too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I've been afraid of changing 'cause I built my life around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But time makes you bolder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Children get older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm getting older, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Well I'm getting older too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, take this love and take it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... and if you climb a mountain and ya turn around&lt;br /&gt;And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills&lt;br /&gt;Well the landslide brought me down&lt;br /&gt;And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe the landslide will bring you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Landslide - Stevie Nicks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-1570224597483703141?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/1570224597483703141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=1570224597483703141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/1570224597483703141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/1570224597483703141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2008/08/landslide.html' title='LANDSLIDE'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-7993038369011195245</id><published>2008-07-19T14:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T14:36:30.039-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamb'/><title type='text'>MY ANGEL GABRIEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XEUWFvT16f8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XEUWFvT16f8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I want his wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can shine even in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;But I crave the light that he brings&lt;br /&gt;Revel in the songs that he sings&lt;br /&gt;My angel gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I need his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong even on my own&lt;br /&gt;But from him I never want to part&lt;br /&gt;Hes been there since the very start&lt;br /&gt;My angel gabriel&lt;br /&gt;My angel gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bless the day he came to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels wings carried him to me&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can fly&lt;br /&gt;But I want his wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can shine even in the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I crave the light that he brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Revel in the songs that he sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My angel gabriel&lt;br /&gt;My angel gabriel&lt;br /&gt;My angel gabriel&lt;br /&gt;(Gabriel - Lamb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-7993038369011195245?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/7993038369011195245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=7993038369011195245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7993038369011195245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7993038369011195245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-angel-gabriel.html' title='MY ANGEL GABRIEL'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-1996504311309094799</id><published>2008-07-02T01:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:45:45.618-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>ELETRICAL STORM ........ IN ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K0adFYuNuns&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K0adFYuNuns&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea it swells like a sore head&lt;br /&gt;And the night it is aching&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers lie with no sheets on their bed&lt;br /&gt;And the day it is breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On rainy days we go swimming out&lt;br /&gt;On rainy days swimming in the sound&lt;br /&gt;On rainy days we go swimming out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're in my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; All of the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I know that's not enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If the sky can crack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; There must be some way back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; For love and only love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car alarm won't let you back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;You're kept awake dreaming&lt;br /&gt;some else's dream&lt;br /&gt;Coffee is cold, but it will get you through&lt;br /&gt;Compromise that's&lt;br /&gt;nothing new to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's see colours that have never been seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Let's go to places no one else has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're in my mind all of the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I know that's not enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If the sky can crack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; There must be some way back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To love and only love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electrical storm..... Baby don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hot as hell, honey in this room&lt;br /&gt;Sure hope the weather will break soon&lt;br /&gt;The air is heavy, heavy as a truck&lt;br /&gt;Hope the rain will wash away our bad luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the sky can crack&lt;br /&gt;There must be some way back&lt;br /&gt;For love and only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electrical storm ....... Baby don't cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-1996504311309094799?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/1996504311309094799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=1996504311309094799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/1996504311309094799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/1996504311309094799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2008/07/eletrical-storm-in-me.html' title='ELETRICAL STORM ........ IN ME'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-7493188640985022712</id><published>2008-06-03T22:33:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:46:06.775-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lenine'/><title type='text'>O SILÊNCIO DAS ESTRELAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inner-van.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-silncio-das-estrelas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Palavras inspiradas no silêncio das estrelas.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inner-van.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-silncio-das-estrelas.html"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inner-van.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-silncio-das-estrelas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Clique aqui para ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eBm97xJxF8c&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eBm97xJxF8c&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Solidão, o silêncio das estrelas, a ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu pensei que tinha o mundo em minhas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como um deus e amanheço mortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E assim, repetindo os mesmos erros, dói em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ver que toda essa procura não tem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E o que é que eu procuro afinal ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Um sinal, uma porta pro infinito, o irreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;O que não pode ser dito, afinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser um homem em busca de mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afinal, como estrelas que brilham em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solidão, o silêncio das estrelas, a ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu pensei que tinha o mundo em minhas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como um deus e amanheço mortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um sinal, uma porta pro infinito irreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que não pode ser dito, afinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser um homem em busca de mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afinal, ser um homem em busca de mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Lenine / Dudu Falcão )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-7493188640985022712?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/7493188640985022712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=7493188640985022712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7493188640985022712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7493188640985022712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-silncio-das-estrelas.html' title='O SILÊNCIO DAS ESTRELAS'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-1889418343685068088</id><published>2008-03-19T21:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:29:23.857-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Abelha'/><title type='text'>O NOSSO AMOR SE TRANSFORMOU EM BOM-DIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se tivéssemos dito. Se tivéssemos feito. Se tivéssemos ido. Se tivéssemos visto. Se tivéssemos vivido. Mas o que poderia ser vida, virou mesmo "Bom-Dia". Um acordar depois de ter sonhado. Um esquecer depois de ter desejado. O sentido disso tudo fica latente nos acordes da canção. E dentro de mim, a tua lembrança é como um acorde que não há. E canto o eterno e doloroso refrão....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KKu9Ru45MXk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KKu9Ru45MXk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a gente não tivesse feito tanta coisa&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse dito tanta coisa&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse inventado tanto&lt;br /&gt;Podia ter vivido um amor grand' hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a gente não dissesse tudo tão depressa&lt;br /&gt;Se não fizesse tudo tão depressa&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse exagerado a dose&lt;br /&gt;Podia ter vivido um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia um caminhão atropelou a paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sem teus carinhos e tua atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; O nosso amor se transformou em "bom dia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Qual o segredo da felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Será preciso ficar só pra se viver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Qual o sentido da realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Será preciso ficar só pra se viver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( George Israel / Paula Toller )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-1889418343685068088?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-2880912120542170809</id><published>2008-02-12T10:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T10:43:12.782-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>GET YOURSELF TOGETHER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have to.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cww89NK1Yao"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cww89NK1Yao" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not afraid / Of anything in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's nothing you can throw at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I haven't already heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm just trying to find / A decent melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A song that I can sing / In my own company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never thought you were a fool / But darling look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You gotta stand up straight / Carry your own weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These tears are going nowhere baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've got to get yourself together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've got stuck in a moment  / And now you can't get out of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't say that later will be better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now you're stuck in a moment / And you can't get out of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will not forsake / The colors that you bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The nights you filled with fireworks / They left you with nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am still enchanted / By the light you brought to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I listen through your ears / Through your eyes I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you are such a fool / To worry like you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know it's tough / And you can never get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of what you don't really need now / My, oh my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get yourself together&lt;br /&gt;You've got stuck in a moment / And you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh love, look at you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've got yourself stuck in a moment / And you can't get out of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I was unconscious, half asleep&lt;br /&gt;The water is warm 'til you discover how deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't jumping, for me it was a fall&lt;br /&gt;It's a long way down to nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get yourself together&lt;br /&gt;You've got stuck in a moment / And you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't say that later will be better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now you're stuck in a moment / And you can't get out of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if the night runs over / And if the day won't last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if our way should falter / Along the stony pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if the night runs over / And if the day won't last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if your way should falter / Along this stony pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's just a moment / This time will pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Stuck in a moment/You can't get out of - U2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-2880912120542170809?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/2880912120542170809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=2880912120542170809&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/2880912120542170809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/2880912120542170809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/08/get-yourself-together.html' title='GET YOURSELF TOGETHER!'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-6688455262074247454</id><published>2008-02-04T21:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T12:48:17.749-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mika'/><title type='text'>THE REST OF OUR LIFE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SvBIyJf6el0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SvBIyJf6el0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't get no love without sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the hardest story that I've ever told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hope, or love, or glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy endings gone forever more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel as if I'm wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But not together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around&lt;br /&gt;If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can think that we just carried on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the hardest story that I've ever told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No hope, or love, or glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy endings gone forever more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel as if I'm wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But not together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Little bit of love, little bit of love&lt;br /&gt;Little bit of love, little bit of love [repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I feel as if I'm wasted&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Happy Ending - Mika)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-6688455262074247454?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-3546236192257089973</id><published>2008-01-23T05:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T05:52:39.420-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EBTG'/><title type='text'>LOOKING FOR LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o6NDyTYasEg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o6NDyTYasEg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was alone thinkin' I was just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wasn't lookin' for anyone to be mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought love was just a fabrication&lt;br /&gt;A train that wouldn't stop at my station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, alone, that was my consignment&lt;br /&gt;Solitary confinement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So when we met I was getting around you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't know I was looking for love Until I found you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't know I was looking for love Until I found you honey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't know I was looking for love Until I found you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't know I was looking for love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't know I was looking for love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz there you stood and I would&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wonder &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;could I say what I felt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And not be misunderstood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A thousand stars came into my system &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never knew how much I had missed them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slap on my map of my heart you landed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was coy but you made me candid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now the planets circle around you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't know I was looking for love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;until I found you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't know I was looking for love Until I found you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't know I was looking for love Until I found you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't know I was looking for love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't know I was looking for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So we build from here with love the foundation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world with tears one consolation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now you're here there's a full brass band &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Playin' in me like a wonderland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;And if you left I would be two-foot small&lt;br /&gt;And every tear would be a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Soundless boundless I surround you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was looking for love until I found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Looking for Love - EBTG )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-3546236192257089973?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/3546236192257089973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=3546236192257089973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/3546236192257089973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/3546236192257089973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2008/01/looking-for-love.html' title='LOOKING FOR LOVE'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-625950059885176251</id><published>2008-01-17T02:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T02:46:32.774-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>Far Away - So Close!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lQbNDmm09bQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lQbNDmm09bQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Green line / Seven Eleven&lt;br /&gt;You stop in For a pack of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;You don't smoke / Don't even want to&lt;br /&gt;And now check you change Dressed up like a car crash&lt;br /&gt;The wheels are turning But you're upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You say when he hits you / You don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because when he hurts you / You feel alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red light, grey morning / You stumble&lt;br /&gt;Out of a hole in the ground&lt;br /&gt;A vampire or a victim&lt;br /&gt;It depends on who's around&lt;br /&gt;You used to stay in To watch the adverts&lt;br /&gt;You could lip synch To the talk shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if you look / You look through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And when you talk / You talk at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And when I touch you / You don't feel a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I could stay / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then the night would give you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; / Then the day would keep its trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay / and the night would be enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faraway, so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up with the static and the radio&lt;br /&gt;With satellite television / You can go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast and Berlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if you listen / I can't call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if you jump / You just might fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if you shout / I'll only hear you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I could stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; / Then the night would give you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; / Then the day would keep its trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; / With the demons you drowned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; / With the spirits I found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; / And the night would be enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three o'clock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;It's quiet and there's no one around&lt;br /&gt;Just the bang and the clatter&lt;br /&gt;As an angel runs to ground&lt;br /&gt;Just the bang and the clatter&lt;br /&gt;As an angel hits to ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Stay - Far Away, So Close - U2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-625950059885176251?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/625950059885176251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=625950059885176251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/625950059885176251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/625950059885176251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2008/01/far-away-so-close.html' title='Far Away - So Close!'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-7589113212305143818</id><published>2008-01-10T13:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T14:08:35.411-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rod Stewart'/><title type='text'>THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não pensar em você a cada segundo do meu dia é como não acordar. É como estar adormecida, encoberta pelo véu da não-existência. Não pensar em você, diariamente, a cada música, a cada ar que eu inspiro, é como não viver. É como não estar completa. Não pensar em você é como estar vazia, mesmo o sendo. Não pensar em você é como apagar todas as luzes. Fechar as cortinas, desligar todos os sons. É como não ouvir. É como não ter voz. Essa que te canta e te grita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wi2g9UmB1kU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wi2g9UmB1kU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some day, when I'm awfully low,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the world is cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will feel a glow just thinking of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the way you look tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And your cheeks so soft,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is nothing for me but to love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the way you look tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With each word your tenderness grows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tearing my fear apart...&lt;br /&gt;And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It touches my foolish heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lovely ... Never, ever change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep that breathless charm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won't you please arrange it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause I love you ...&lt;/span&gt; Just the way you look tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you look to-night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The way you look tonight - Jerome Kern &amp;amp; Dorothy Fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-7589113212305143818?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/7589113212305143818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=7589113212305143818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7589113212305143818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7589113212305143818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2008/01/way-you-look-tonight.html' title='THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-8278853337771033392</id><published>2008-01-07T04:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T14:17:22.251-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alanis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sting'/><title type='text'>That´s my soul out there......</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QzkYjmL0kk0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QzkYjmL0kk0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" There's a little black spot on the sun today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the same old thing as yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a black hat caught in a high tree top&lt;br /&gt;There's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have stood here before inside the pouring rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With the world turning circles running 'round my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it's my destiny to be the king of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(That`s my soul up there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(That`s my soul up there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a blue whale beached by a spring tide's ebb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(That`s my soul up there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(That`s my soul up there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have stood here before inside the pouring rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With the world turning circles running 'round my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it's my destiny to be the king of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed&lt;br /&gt;There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack&lt;br /&gt;There's a black-winged gull with a broken back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a little black spot on the sun today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the same old thing as yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have stood here before inside the pouring rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With the world turning circles running 'round my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it's my destiny to be the queen of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Queen of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll always be queen of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll always be queen of pain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sting - Performed by Alanis)&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-8278853337771033392?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/8278853337771033392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=8278853337771033392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/8278853337771033392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/8278853337771033392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2008/01/thats-my-soul-out-there.html' title='That´s my soul out there......'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-7076760384159485692</id><published>2007-11-16T01:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T01:54:33.088-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norah Jones'/><title type='text'>I JUST HAVE TO HEAR..... YOUR SWEET WORDS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IKLCxoP64_o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IKLCxoP64_o&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;I know I saw you singing&lt;br /&gt;But my ears won't stop ringing&lt;br /&gt;Long enough to hear&lt;br /&gt;Those sweet words&lt;br /&gt;What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;End of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The hour hand has spun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But before the night is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just have to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those sweet words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spoken like a melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is a lost balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising up through the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;'Till it could fit on the head of a pin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you have a hard time sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause the heavy moon was keeping me awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And all I know is I'm just glad to see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See my Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like a lost balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rising up through the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then you appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;I know what you were singing&lt;br /&gt;But my ears won't stop ringing&lt;br /&gt;Long enough to hear&lt;br /&gt;Those sweet words&lt;br /&gt;And just simple melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just have to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those sweet words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spoken like a melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just wanna hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those sweet words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Those sweet words - Norah Jones)&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-7076760384159485692?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/7076760384159485692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=7076760384159485692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7076760384159485692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7076760384159485692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-just-have-to-hear-your-sweet-words.html' title='I JUST HAVE TO HEAR..... YOUR SWEET WORDS!'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-1629003339769571886</id><published>2007-10-17T00:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:25:00.571-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leoni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paula Toller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Herbert Vianna'/><title type='text'>POR QUE NÃO EU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="253" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0urPyQBZkQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0urPyQBZkQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="253" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quando ela cai no sofá ............ So far away!&lt;br /&gt;Vinho à beça na cabeça ........... Eu que sei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ela insiste em beijar seu travesseiro&lt;br /&gt;Eu me viro do avesso&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou dizer aquelas coisas mas na hora esqueço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por que não eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por que não eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu encomendo um jantar só pra nós dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se não tem nada pra depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por que não eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tá nessa, rejeitada&lt;br /&gt;Caçando paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu com a cara mais lavada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Digo: Por que não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por que não eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por que não eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Leoni / Paula Toller / Herbert Vianna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-1629003339769571886?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/1629003339769571886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=1629003339769571886&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/1629003339769571886'/><link rel='self' 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pulsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em um silêncio antigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com a idade do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo está em calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixe que o beijo dure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixe que o tempo cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixe que a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenha a mesma idade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que a idade do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não somos mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que um punhado de mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma piada de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ou um capricho do sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No jardim do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não damos pé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre tanto tic tac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre tanto Big Bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somos um grão de sal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No mar do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo está em calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixe que o beijo dure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixe que o tempo cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixe que a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenha a mesma idade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que a idade do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mesma idade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que a idade do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(A idade do céu - Moska)&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-9211882922468153288?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/9211882922468153288/comments/default' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-6249017465490629540</id><published>2007-10-03T10:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T16:09:21.922-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everything but the girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EBTG'/><title type='text'>GET ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" 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href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/d1554460-3626-45dc-a09c-0ca7903e9565/Get-Me---EBTG/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 7px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;amp;cid=player_dna&amp;amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never thought I'd grow up so fast so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To know yourself is to let yourself be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I want to be addicted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to be secure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to wake up after the night before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but do you ever get me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you ever get me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll press your hand against my face,&lt;br /&gt;weaken my resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll pull the sheets over our heads,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;broken&lt;/span&gt; sky break above our heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I want to be addicted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to be secure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to wake up after the night before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but do you get me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you ever get me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shower me with affection and I'll return in kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have no hidden motive, I am blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm a stone inside a box,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm a spring inside a clock,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;you can wear me on your wrist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;and I'll tell you things ten thousand times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;but do you ever get me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you ever get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Get Me - EBTG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-6249017465490629540?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/6249017465490629540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=6249017465490629540&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/6249017465490629540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/6249017465490629540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='GET ME!'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-4348274062385417054</id><published>2007-10-01T17:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T17:23:06.744-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whitesnake'/><title type='text'>IS THIS LOVE ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essa música faz parte do repertório da banda &lt;a href="http://www.mahalilla.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;MAHALILLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ujnH4yNqL8E"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ujnH4yNqL8E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should have known better&lt;br /&gt;Than to let you go alone,&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;Wasted days, and sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find I spend my time Waiting on your call,&lt;br /&gt;How can I tell you, baby&lt;br /&gt;My backs against the wall&lt;br /&gt;I need you by my side&lt;br /&gt;To tell me it's alright,&lt;br /&gt;'cos I don't think I can take anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this love that I'm feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Is this the love, that I've been searching for&lt;br /&gt;Is this love or am I dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;This must be love,&lt;br /&gt;'cos it's really got a hold on me,&lt;br /&gt;A hold on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the feeling&lt;br /&gt;I've been this way before&lt;br /&gt;But, with you I've found the key&lt;br /&gt;To open any door&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my love for you&lt;br /&gt;Growing stronger day by day,&lt;br /&gt;An I can't wait to see you again&lt;br /&gt;So I can hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this love that I'm feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Is this the love, that I've been searching for&lt;br /&gt;Is this love or am I dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;This must be love,&lt;br /&gt;'cos it's really got a hold on me,&lt;br /&gt;A hold on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this love that Im feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Is this the love, that Ive been searching for...&lt;br /&gt;Is this love or am I dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;Is this the love, that Ive been searching for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Is this Love - Whitesnake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-4348274062385417054?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/4348274062385417054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=4348274062385417054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/4348274062385417054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/4348274062385417054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-this-love.html' title='IS THIS LOVE ?'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-43515564401096696</id><published>2007-10-01T17:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T17:09:17.910-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sting'/><title type='text'>SEND (ME) YOUR LOVE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Cv72qq_TxU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Cv72qq_TxU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Send your love into the future&lt;br /&gt;Send your love into the distant dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside your mind is a relay station&lt;br /&gt;A mission probe into the unknowing&lt;br /&gt;We send a seed to a distant future&lt;br /&gt;Then we can watch the galaxies growing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't no time for doubting your power&lt;br /&gt;This ain't no time for hiding your care&lt;br /&gt;You're climbing down from an ivory tower&lt;br /&gt;You've got a stake in the world we ought to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the stars are moving so slowly&lt;br /&gt;But still the earth is moving so fast&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see the moon is so lonely&lt;br /&gt;She's still trapped in the pain of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of the worlds colliding&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of kingdoms falling&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of the worlds dividing&lt;br /&gt;Time to heed your call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send your love into the future&lt;br /&gt;Send your precious love into some distant time&lt;br /&gt;And fix that wounded planet with the love of your healing&lt;br /&gt;Send your love&lt;br /&gt;Send your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no religion but sex and music&lt;br /&gt;There's no religion but sound and dancing&lt;br /&gt;There's no religion but line and color&lt;br /&gt;There's no religion but sacred trance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no religion but the endless ocean&lt;br /&gt;There's no religion but the moon and stars&lt;br /&gt;There's no religion but time and motion&lt;br /&gt;There's no religion, just tribal scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw a pebble in and watch the ocean&lt;br /&gt;See the ripples vanish in the distance&lt;br /&gt;It's just the same with all the emotions&lt;br /&gt;It's just the same in every instance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no religion but the joys of rhythm&lt;br /&gt;There's no religion but the rites of Spring&lt;br /&gt;There's no religion in the path of hate&lt;br /&gt;No prayer but the one I sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send your love into the future&lt;br /&gt;Send your precious love into some distant time&lt;br /&gt;And fix that wounded planet with the love of your healing&lt;br /&gt;Send your love&lt;br /&gt;Send your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no religion but sex and music&lt;br /&gt;There's no religion that's right or winning&lt;br /&gt;There's no religion in the path of hatred&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no prayer but the one I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send your love&lt;br /&gt;Send your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Send your Love - Sting)&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-43515564401096696?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/43515564401096696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=43515564401096696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/43515564401096696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/43515564401096696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/10/send-me-your-love.html' title='SEND (ME) YOUR LOVE...'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-2366034470443409675</id><published>2007-09-18T18:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:38:01.124-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capital Inicial'/><title type='text'>TUDO QUE VAI........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perdi sem ter tido.... Saí antes de ter estado.... Desejei e fui até o fim, mesmo antes do começo. O futuro terminou antes de começar.... Tudo o que foi... Me levou um pouco também. As pessoas que a gente um dia amou, tornam-se eternas em nós.&lt;br /&gt;Dedico CADA PALAVRA dessa música pra uma pessoa que não sei bem até hoje se sequer existiu, mas que eu senti... Profundamente. E ainda sinto quando a noite cai. E que ainda dói e lateja em mim, quando está frio lá fora. E que ainda está latente na minha memória. Diariamente. E que..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u2WIsffYkHs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u2WIsffYkHs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje é o dia&lt;br /&gt;Eu quase posso tocar o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;A casa vazia&lt;br /&gt;Só as coisas que você não quis&lt;br /&gt;Me fazem companhia&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico à vontade com a sua ausência&lt;br /&gt;Eu já me acostumei a esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que vai&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o gosto, deixam as fotos&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo faz&lt;br /&gt;Deixam os dedos, deixa a memória&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem me lembro mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salas e quartos&lt;br /&gt;Somem sem deixar vestígio&lt;br /&gt;Seu rosto em pedaços&lt;br /&gt;Misturado com o que não sobrou&lt;br /&gt;Do que eu sentia&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro dos filmes que eu nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;Passando sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que vai&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o gosto, deixa as fotos&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo faz&lt;br /&gt;Deixa os dedos, deixa a memória&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem me lembro mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica o gosto, ficam as fotos&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo faz&lt;br /&gt;Ficam os dedos, fica a memória&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem me lembro mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo, eu já nem sei mais o que é meu&lt;br /&gt;Nem quando, nem onde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que vai&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o gosto, deixam as fotos&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo faz&lt;br /&gt;Deixam os dedos, deixa a memória&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem me lembro mais&lt;br /&gt;Fica o gosto, ficam as fotos&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo faz&lt;br /&gt;Ficam os dedos, fica a memória&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem me lembro mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem me lembro mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Tudo que vai - Capital Inicial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-2366034470443409675?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/2366034470443409675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=2366034470443409675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/2366034470443409675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/2366034470443409675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/09/tudo-que-vai.html' title='TUDO QUE VAI........'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-3410345031522712596</id><published>2007-09-17T15:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T15:55:50.229-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cure'/><title type='text'>IN BETWEEN DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Essa  música faz parte do repertório da banda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.mahalilla.com.br/"&gt;MAHALÎLLA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4CgWhNSD3KI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4CgWhNSD3KI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yesterday I got so old&lt;br /&gt;I felt like i could die&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got so old&lt;br /&gt;it made me want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on go on.... just walk away&lt;br /&gt;Go on go on..... your choice is made&lt;br /&gt;Go on go on..... and disappear&lt;br /&gt;Go on go on...... away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;when I said it was true&lt;br /&gt;that it couldn't be me and be her&lt;br /&gt;in between without you&lt;br /&gt;without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got so scared&lt;br /&gt;I shivered like a child&lt;br /&gt;yesterday away from you&lt;br /&gt;it froze me deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back come back.... don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;Come back come back..... come back today&lt;br /&gt;Come back come back..... why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;Come back come back.... come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;when I said it was true&lt;br /&gt;that it couldn't be me and be her&lt;br /&gt;in between without you&lt;br /&gt;without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(In Between days - The Cure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-3410345031522712596?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/3410345031522712596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=3410345031522712596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/3410345031522712596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/3410345031522712596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-between-days.html' title='IN BETWEEN DAYS'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-6085321542854188553</id><published>2007-09-17T15:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T15:41:23.838-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madonna'/><title type='text'>GET TOGETHER</title><content type='html'>É tudo o que eu quero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KIwnKtL6leQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KIwnKtL6leQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all an illusion…&lt;br /&gt;There’s too much confusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down, down, down in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Find, find, find the secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn, turn, turn your head around&lt;br /&gt;Baby we can do it, we can do it all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It’s an illusion, I don’t care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe I can make you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;Too much confusion, come on over here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can we get together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really, I really want to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on, check it out with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope you, I hope you feel the same way too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I search, I search, I search my whole life&lt;br /&gt;To find, to find, to find the secret&lt;br /&gt;And all I did was open up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Baby we can do it, we can do it all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe that we can change the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe I can make you feel better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all an illusion&lt;br /&gt;There’s too much confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ll make you feel better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If it’s bitter at the start, then it’s sweeter in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Get together - Madonna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-6085321542854188553?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/6085321542854188553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=6085321542854188553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/6085321542854188553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/6085321542854188553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/09/get-together.html' title='GET TOGETHER'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-5080889498752001972</id><published>2007-09-17T15:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T15:33:28.027-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diana Krall'/><title type='text'>THE LOOK OF LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como se não bastasse ser tão talentosa ainda é linda! Como se não bastasse ser linda ainda é talentosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lU7raSb7U08"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lU7raSb7U08" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The look of love is in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;A look your smile can't disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The look of love is saying so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;than just words could ever say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And what my heart has heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well it takes my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait to hold you,&lt;br /&gt;feel my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long I have waited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waited just to love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now that I have found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look of love, it's on your face&lt;br /&gt;A look that time can't erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be mine tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let this be just the start of so many nights like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's take a lover's vow and then seal it with a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can hardly wait to hold you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel my arms around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long I have waited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waited just to love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now that I have found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't ever go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't ever go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The Look of Love - Diana Krall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-5080889498752001972?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/5080889498752001972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=5080889498752001972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/5080889498752001972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/5080889498752001972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/09/look-of-love.html' title='THE LOOK OF LOVE'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-63929291052306301</id><published>2007-09-07T03:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T03:26:02.334-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clássicos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='80&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depeche Mode'/><title type='text'>ENJOY THE SILENCE!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ESSA MÚSICA FAZ PARTE DO REPERTÓRIO DA BANDA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mahalilla.com.br"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;MAHALÎLLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sempre amei essa música! Tem a intensidade depressiva e a melancolia que eu também tenho e sou! Tem a sabedoria e a esperança que eu também carrego e aprendi. Essa música me traduz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hd7y6A-5uTY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hd7y6A-5uTY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Words like violence . Break the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come crashing in . Into my little world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Painful to me . Pierce right through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cant you understand . Oh my little girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;All I ever wanted . All I ever needed . Is here in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Words are very unnecessary . They can only do harm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Vows are spoken . To be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Feelings are intense . Words are trivial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pleasures remain . So does the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Words are meaningless . And forgettable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I ever wanted . All I ever needed . Is here in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Words are very unnecessary . They can only do harm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy the silence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Enjoy the silence - Depeche Mode)&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-63929291052306301?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/63929291052306301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=63929291052306301&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/63929291052306301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/63929291052306301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/09/enjoy-silence.html' title='ENJOY THE SILENCE!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-6114702912123055626</id><published>2007-09-06T21:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:24:18.351-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pavarotti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homenagem'/><title type='text'>O PODER DE UMA VOZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Algumas vozes nunca irão se calar! Porque são poderosas e imortais. E seu eco irá ressoar por toda a eternidade. Ad infinitum. (...) Todo artista morre de amor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nessun_Dorma"&gt;Nessun Dorma&lt;/a&gt; (Giacomo Puccini)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="150" width="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VATmgtmR5o4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VATmgtmR5o4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="150" width="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/q/queen/too+much+love+will+kill+you_20112571.html"&gt;Too much love will kill you&lt;/a&gt; (Queen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="150" width="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7FGPIRJx6I"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7FGPIRJx6I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="150" width="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-6114702912123055626?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/6114702912123055626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=6114702912123055626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/6114702912123055626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/6114702912123055626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-poder-de-uma-voz.html' title='O PODER DE UMA VOZ!'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-7363435979470632237</id><published>2007-09-06T10:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T03:43:47.740-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legião Urbana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renato Russo'/><title type='text'>ME FIZ EM MIL PEDAÇOS PRA VOCÊ JUNTAR... QUASE SEM QUERER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ESSA MÚSICA FAZ PARTE DO REPERTÓRIO DA BANDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mahalilla.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;MAHALÎLLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa música marcou minha vida e pra mim é uma das mais bonita deles... (Aliás, esse disco inteiro é bom demais) E quem é que nunca se sentiu assim? Distraído, impaciente, indeciso, confuso, tranquilo, contente.... quase sem querer? Renato era genial e estava realmente inspirado quando compôs. (...) Um clássico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7hZeeALeucc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7hZeeALeucc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho andado distraído, Impaciente e indeciso&lt;br /&gt;E ainda estou confuso, Só que agora é diferente:&lt;br /&gt;Estou tão tranquilo e tão contente.&lt;br /&gt;Quantas chances  desperdicei&lt;br /&gt;Quando o que eu mais queria&lt;br /&gt;Era provar pra todo o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não precisava provar nada pra ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Me fiz em mil pedaços pra você juntar  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu queria sempre achar explicação pro que eu sentia.&lt;br /&gt;Como um anjo caído fiz questão de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Que mentir pra si mesmo é sempre a pior mentira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas não sou mais tão criança... a ponto de saber tudo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não me preocupo se eu não sei porquê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Às vezes o que eu vejo quase ninguém vê &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que você sabe quase sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vejo o mesmo que você.&lt;br /&gt;Tão correto e tão bonito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O infinito é realmente um dos deuses mais lindos.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sei que às vezes uso palavras repetidas  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas quais são as palavras que nunca são ditas?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me disseram que você  estava chorando  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E foi então que percebi como lhe quero tanto.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já não me preocupo se eu não sei porquê  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Às vezes o que eu vejo quase ninguém vê  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eu sei que você sabe quase sem querer  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que eu quero o mesmo que você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Quase sem querer - Legião Urbana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-7363435979470632237?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/7363435979470632237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=7363435979470632237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7363435979470632237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7363435979470632237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/09/me-fiz-em-mil-pedaos-pra-voc-juntar.html' title='ME FIZ EM MIL PEDAÇOS PRA VOCÊ JUNTAR... QUASE SEM QUERER!'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-7258285155826972702</id><published>2007-08-29T02:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T03:00:34.826-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cordel do Fogo Encantado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zé da Luz'/><title type='text'>O amor é simples!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ai se sesse! Se nóis dois acuntecesse... Ai se sesse, ai se sesse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7BmvygOD1E0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7BmvygOD1E0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se um dia nois se gostasse / Se um dia nois se queresse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se nois dois se empareasse / Se juntim nois dois vivesse&lt;br /&gt;Se juntim nois dois morasse / Se juntim nois dois drumisse&lt;br /&gt;Se juntim nois dois morresse / Se pro céu nois  assubisse&lt;br /&gt;Mas porém acontecesse de São Pedro não abrisse&lt;br /&gt;a porta do céu e fosse te dizer qualquer tolice&lt;br /&gt;E se eu arriminasse / E tu cum eu insistisse&lt;br /&gt;pra que eu me arresolvesse&lt;br /&gt;E a minha faca puxasse / E o bucho do céu furasse&lt;br /&gt;Tavés que nois dois ficasse / Tavés que nois dois caisse&lt;br /&gt;E o céu furado arriasse / e as virgi toda fugisse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ai se sesse - Poema de Zé da Luz&lt;br /&gt;c/ Cordel do Fogo Encantado)&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-7258285155826972702?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/7258285155826972702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=7258285155826972702&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7258285155826972702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7258285155826972702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-amor-simples.html' title='O amor é simples!'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-2286205481478966677</id><published>2007-08-29T02:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T02:34:50.207-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human League'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clássicos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='80&apos;s'/><title type='text'>I'm only human, of flesh and blood i'm made. Human... Born to make mistakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um clássico que marcou a minha vida e que ouço até hoje, deliciosamente. Dedicado a um alguém especial que erra assim como eu erro... porque é humano, assim como eu. E afinal, AMAR jamais será um erro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-gtRCO1l3RU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-gtRCO1l3RU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, baby, dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Wipe your tears&lt;br /&gt;Never like to see you cry&lt;br /&gt;Wont you please forgive me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wouldn't ever try to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just needed someone to hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To fill the void while you were gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To fill this space of emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Im only human Of flesh and blood Im made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Human ... Born to make mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So many nights I longed to hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So many times I looked and saw your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could change the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;No-one else could ever take your place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im only human Of flesh and blood Im made&lt;br /&gt;Human ... Born to make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a man&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The tears I cry arent tears of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theyre only to hide my guilt and shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I forgive you now I ask the same of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;While we were apart I was human too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im only human Of flesh and blood Im made&lt;br /&gt;(I am just a man)&lt;br /&gt;Human ... Born to make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Human - Human League )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-2286205481478966677?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/2286205481478966677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=2286205481478966677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/2286205481478966677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/2286205481478966677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-only-human-of-flesh-and-blood-im.html' title='I&apos;m only human, of flesh and blood i&apos;m made. Human... Born to make mistakes!'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-7046901423802840075</id><published>2007-08-29T02:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T02:10:44.419-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheb Mami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sting'/><title type='text'>Desert Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teu amor é uma doce intoxicação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjHkj-uSt_Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjHkj-uSt_Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of rain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;br /&gt;I wake in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dream of love as time runs through my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dream of fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And near the flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The shadows play in the shape of the mans desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This desert rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whose shadow bears the secret promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This desert flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And now she turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This fire burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I realize that nothings as it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of rain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;br /&gt;I wake in vain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of love as time runs through my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of rain&lt;br /&gt;I lift my gaze to empty skies above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of rain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;br /&gt;I wake in vain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of love as time runs through my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet desert rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whose shadow bears the secret promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This desert flower&lt;br /&gt;No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweet desert rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This memory of hidden hearts and souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This desert flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This rare perfurme is the sweet intoxication of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Desert Rose - Sting Ft. Cheb Mami )&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-7046901423802840075?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/7046901423802840075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=7046901423802840075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7046901423802840075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7046901423802840075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/08/desert-rose.html' title='Desert Rose'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-6880301453360737878</id><published>2007-08-22T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T23:43:55.961-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gram'/><title type='text'>A VIDA É HOJE E É COM OU SEM VOCÊ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Publiquei no &lt;a href="http://www.vanluchi.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;VAN Filosofia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, dias atrás, a letra de uma música do GRAM que acabei de descobrir e ando ouvindo direto. O post fez sucesso - a letra é realmente maravilhosa - então resolvi postar aqui a música pra quem quiser conhecer.... O vídeo é ruim, mas vale a música mesmo! Estranha, sombria, underground e muito boa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YzV_dBUGXXg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YzV_dBUGXXg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O desejo insiste e desaba em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Segue com meus passos / Come com meus dentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E você me ocupa / Seu radar em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come até meus passos / Segue até meus dentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a noite vou sair / E beijar a paz&lt;br /&gt;Que a sua dor quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuja de casa / Vai morar fora de mim&lt;br /&gt;Que a dança está sem sal / E só você não vê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chego em silêncio / Que acaba em seus gritos&lt;br /&gt;Você dá show / Hora de sair de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A vida é hoje / E é com ou sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espero demais / Vou fazer seu minuto, meu segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E vou com ou sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bem que me faz toda vez cada passo nesse mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seu desejo é fraco / Quando pensa em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não decide os passos / Que dão carne aos dentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a noite vou sair / Assumir a paz&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha dor quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não me traí / Fui morar dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você me enxerga mal / E só você não vê &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chego mais cedo / Não quero ver mas piso&lt;br /&gt;Você no chão / Hora de sair de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A vida é hoje / E é com ou sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espero demais / Vou fazer seu minuto, meu segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E vou com ou sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bem que me faz toda vez cada passo nesse mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(GRAM)&lt;br /&gt;..............................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-6880301453360737878?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/6880301453360737878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=6880301453360737878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/6880301453360737878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/6880301453360737878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/08/vida-hoje-e-com-ou-sem-voc.html' title='A VIDA É HOJE E É COM OU SEM VOCÊ!'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-3958534182841895365</id><published>2007-08-10T21:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:29:18.319-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gram'/><title type='text'>PARTE DE MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Algumas músicas enfiam a mão bem lá no fundo da gente e mexem com tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/ce03d715-7ed8-405b-91b5-a28785d16dce&amp;amp;amp;theName=Parte de mim - GRAM&amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="94" width="328"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; padding-left: 2px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold;" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=ce03d715-7ed8-405b-91b5-a28785d16dce"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 7px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/ce03d715-7ed8-405b-91b5-a28785d16dce"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 7px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/ce03d715-7ed8-405b-91b5-a28785d16dce/Parte-de-mim---GRAM/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fomos tanto! / Que sempre tinha gente aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pra ver de perto / O que alguém chamou de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Que desmancha / E hoje a gente sabe bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A casa está vazia agora / E hoje fica sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Quando eu te enchi de razão / Você me chamou de fraco, velho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pegue o que tiver pra pegar / Mais o que quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; E parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Parte de mim / Quer te ver feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Parte de mim / Te expulsa e morre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Foram tantas / As brigas me faziam rir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Não era certo nem errado / Era o que devia ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; E nos dias / Nas datas pra comemorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A gente não jurava mais nada / E só bebia pra esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; O que era lindo se foi / Agora é normal e chato, um tédio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pegue o que tiver pra pegar / Mais o que quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; E parte de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Parte de mim / Quer te ver feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Parte de mim / Te expulsa, te perde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Parte de mim / Quer te ver feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Parte de mim / Te expulsa e morre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Então fica assim / O último apaga a luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Na porta que não range mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ouvi o barulho mesmo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Parte de mim - GRAM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-3958534182841895365?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/3958534182841895365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=3958534182841895365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/3958534182841895365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/3958534182841895365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/08/parte-de-mim.html' title='PARTE DE MIM'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-7189546355161475692</id><published>2007-08-10T20:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:04:46.814-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lenine'/><title type='text'>PACIÊNCIA .............................</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nCPxU3flolQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nCPxU3flolQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A vida não para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enquanto o tempo acelera e pede pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu me recuso, faço hora, vou na valsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A vida e tão rara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enquanto todo mundo espera a cura do mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E a loucura finge que isso tudo é normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu finjo ter paciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O mundo vai girando cada vez mais veloz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A gente espera do mundo e o mundo espera de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um pouco mais de paciência   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Será que é tempo que lhe falta pra perceber       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Será que temos esse tempo pra perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quem quer saber         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A vida é tão rara (Tão rara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sei, a vida não para (a vida não para não)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sei...... a vida não para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A vida não para não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Paciência - Lenine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-7189546355161475692?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/7189546355161475692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=7189546355161475692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7189546355161475692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7189546355161475692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/08/pacincia.html' title='PACIÊNCIA .............................'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-198010774777257547</id><published>2007-08-09T14:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:30:23.146-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave Mathews Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DMB'/><title type='text'>THE SPACE BETWEEN YOUR HEART AND MINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Existe música mais perfeita???!!!!!! (suspiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YvkX3t5LgVI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YvkX3t5LgVI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You cannot quit me so quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no hope in you for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No corner you could squeeze me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I got all the time for you, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Space Between / The tears we cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Space Between / The wicked lies we tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And hope to keep safe from the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But will I hold you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;These fickle, fuddled words confuse me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like 'Will it rain today?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Waste the hours with talking, talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;These twisted games we're playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We're strange allies / With warring hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What wild-eyed beast you be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Space Between / The wicked lies we tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And hope to keep safe from the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will I hold you again? / Will I hold you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at us spinning out in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The madness of a roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know you went off like a devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In a church in the middle of a crowded room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;All we can do, my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is hope we don't take this ship down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Space Between / Where you're smiling high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is where you'll find me if I get to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Space Between / The bullets in our firefight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The rain that falls / Splash in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ran like sadness down the window into...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Space Between /Our wicked lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is where we hope to keep safe from pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my hand / 'Cause we're walking out of here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, right out of here / Love is all we need here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Space Between / What's wrong and right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Space Between / Your heart and mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is the space we'll fill with time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Space Between...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The Space Between - Dave Mathews Band)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-198010774777257547?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/198010774777257547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=198010774777257547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/198010774777257547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/198010774777257547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/08/space-between-your-heart-and-mine.html' title='THE SPACE BETWEEN YOUR HEART AND MINE'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-1957000896461831378</id><published>2007-08-09T14:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:18:34.950-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keane'/><title type='text'>EVERYBODY'S CHANGING</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uQQpWmKoB4g"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uQQpWmKoB4g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You say you wander your own land&lt;br /&gt;But when I think about it / I don't see how you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're aching, you're breaking / And I can see the pain in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's as everybody's changing / And I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So little time / Try to understand that I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trying to make a move just to stay in the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I try to stay awake and remember my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But everybody's changing / And I don't feel the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gone from here / Soon you will disappear&lt;br /&gt;Fading into beautiful light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'cause everybody's changing / And I don't feel right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little time / Try to understand that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make a move just to stay in the game&lt;br /&gt;I try to stay awake and remember my name&lt;br /&gt;But everybody's changing / And I don't feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's changing / And I don't feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Everybody's Changing - Keane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-1957000896461831378?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/1957000896461831378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=1957000896461831378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/1957000896461831378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/1957000896461831378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/08/everybodys-changing.html' title='EVERYBODY&apos;S CHANGING'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-1535174616799476617</id><published>2007-08-08T16:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:48:16.704-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coldplay'/><title type='text'>AO MEU PAI....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje seria aniversário do meu pai se ele estivesse aqui de corpo presente. Há dois anos ele se foi. E essa música me fez companhia e suportou as minhas lágrimas quando eu precisei ser forte. Essa música me fez chorar e me confortou ao mesmo tempo. E me enchia de força e esperança quando eu já não tinha mais. E a minha criança se rendeu às lágrimas e à tristeza. E a minha criança se aninhou nos braços da música. E se elevou... E tocou a vida... Porque a vida é assim. A gente perde, sempre. A gente ganha, sempre. E algumas coisas... As que realmente importam... Essas nós nunca perdemos. Essa eu dedico a mim, à minha criança e ao meu pai, onde quer que ele esteja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jBEYyHGbwto"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jBEYyHGbwto" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you try your best but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;and ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High up above or down below&lt;br /&gt;when you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;but If you never try you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just what your worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;and ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;[Fix You Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com]&lt;br /&gt;Tears streaming down your face and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Fix You - Coldplay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-1535174616799476617?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/1535174616799476617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=1535174616799476617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/1535174616799476617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/1535174616799476617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/08/ao-meu-pai.html' title='AO MEU PAI....'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-6138032711497385273</id><published>2007-08-05T18:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T18:37:37.542-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink floyd'/><title type='text'>SHE MIGHT TAKE IT BACK SOMEDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kgnp6bCDweM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kgnp6bCDweM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her love rains down on me easy as the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to her breathing it sounds like the waves on the sea&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking all about her, burning with rage and desire&lt;br /&gt;We were spinning into darkness; the earth was on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could take it back, she might take it back someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I spy on her, I lie to her, I make promises I cannot keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then I hear her laughter rising, rising from the deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I make her prove her love for me, I take all that I can take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I push her to the limit to see if she will break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She might take it back, she could take it back some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I have seen the warnings, screaming from all sides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's easy to ignore them and God knows I've tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All this temptation, it turned my faith to lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Until I couldn't see the danger or hear the rising tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She can take it back, she will take it back some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She can take it back, she will take it back some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Take it back - Pink Floyd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-6138032711497385273?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/6138032711497385273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=6138032711497385273&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/6138032711497385273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/6138032711497385273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/08/she-might-take-it-back-someday.html' title='SHE MIGHT TAKE IT BACK SOMEDAY'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-6984710554417585463</id><published>2007-08-03T17:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T04:03:29.709-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Des&apos;ree'/><title type='text'>IT'S GONNA BE OK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Quando tudo parecer caótico e você sentir que perdeu o rumo, que errou a mão, que desviou-se do caminho, que fez merda, que está sozinho, que está tudo errado, que nada é como você queria, que as coisas não são fáceis, que vem vindo uma tempestade..... Bem, pode ser a minha tempestade invadindo a tua vida. Abra as tuas janelas e deixe-a entrar! E... don't worry.... It's gonna be OK! .......... Nada é por acaso. Lembre-se disso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U2aAsUSFRvQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U2aAsUSFRvQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The sun is up .... should be feeling great,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You feeling rough got too much on your plate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A busy day got a lot to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a heavy head you think you've caught the flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something deep inside begins to stir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spirit, conscience you're not really sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's gonna be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's gonna be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day your late for work,&lt;br /&gt;The shower's cold you ain't got no clean shirt.&lt;br /&gt;A cup of tea just might do the trick,&lt;br /&gt;the milk's gone off by now your feeling sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something deep inside begins to stir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spirit, conscience you're not really sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's gonna be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We laughed, we cried, we shared along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;We did some things we knew we shouldn't do.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But after all, what's this life living for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're wasting time if you're just keeping score.&lt;br /&gt;In every thing we try to do what's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In trying way too hard we get it wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So after all what's this life living for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work it out or head straight for the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's gonna be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's gonna be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;You close your eyes, try to sleep.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Scold yourself for hours that you keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Drifting off will I dream tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;In my dreams perhaps I'll get it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Something deep inside begins to purrr,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;spirit conscience you're not really sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's gonna be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's gonna be ok, either way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's gonna be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Des'ree - It's OK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-6984710554417585463?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/6984710554417585463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=6984710554417585463&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/6984710554417585463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/6984710554417585463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-gonna-be-ok.html' title='IT&apos;S GONNA BE OK!'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-4017349535090968444</id><published>2007-08-03T17:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T04:02:55.600-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elton John'/><title type='text'>HOW WONDERFUL LIFE IS WHILE YOU'RE IN THE WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As maiores declarações de amor são assim: Simples! Ditas secreta e silenciosamente, nas entrelinhas das canções...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mTa8U0Wa0q8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mTa8U0Wa0q8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a little bit funny this feeling inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not one of those who can easily hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much money but boy if I did&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy a big house where we both could live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a sculptor, but then again, no&lt;br /&gt;Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know it's not much but it's the best I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My gift is my song and this one's for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you can tell everybody this is your song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It may be quite simple but now that it's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope you don't mind that I put down in words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How wonderful life is while you're in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss&lt;br /&gt;Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's for people like you that keep it turned on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So excuse me forgetting but these things I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway the thing is what I really mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you can tell everybody this is your song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It may be quite simple but now that it's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope you don't mind that I put down in words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How wonderful life is while you're in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Your Song - Elton John)&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-4017349535090968444?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/4017349535090968444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=4017349535090968444&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/4017349535090968444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/4017349535090968444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-wonderful-life-is-while-youre-in.html' title='HOW WONDERFUL LIFE IS WHILE YOU&apos;RE IN THE WORLD'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-2192020733753052071</id><published>2007-08-02T10:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T10:37:47.107-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>ALL I WANT IS YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Olp8ApUvwe0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Olp8ApUvwe0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You say you want ... Diamonds on a ring of gold&lt;br /&gt;You say you want ... Your story to remain untold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But all the promises we make ... From the cradle to the grave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all I want is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You say youll give me ... A highway with no one on it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure just to look upon it ... All the riches in the night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say youll give me ... Eyes in a moon of blindness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A river in a time of dryness ... A harbour in the tempest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the promises we make ... From the cradle to the grave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all I want is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You say you want ... Your love to work out right&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To last with me through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you want ... Diamonds on a ring of gold&lt;br /&gt;Your story to remain untold ... Your love not to grow cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the promises we break ... From the cradle to the grave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all I want is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;All I want is you... All I want is you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(All I want is you - U2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..........................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-2192020733753052071?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/2192020733753052071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=2192020733753052071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/2192020733753052071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/2192020733753052071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-i-want-is-you.html' title='ALL I WANT IS YOU!'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-4104127344012133424</id><published>2007-07-31T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T07:54:19.037-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cure'/><title type='text'>WHATEVER GAMES YOU PLAY , I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tU6wkCxDHCk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tU6wkCxDHCk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You make me feel like I am home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You make me feel like I am whole again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I am young again&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel like I am fun again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;However far away .... I will always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;However long I stay .... I will always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever words I say .... I will always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will always love you .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You make me feel like I am free again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I am clean again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;However far away .... I will always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;However long I stay .... I will always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever games I play .... I will always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Love Song - The Cure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-4104127344012133424?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/4104127344012133424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=4104127344012133424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/4104127344012133424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/4104127344012133424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/07/however-games-you-play-i-will-always.html' title='WHATEVER GAMES YOU PLAY , I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU!'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-1384130964185754949</id><published>2007-07-31T20:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:05:13.501-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oleta Adams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears for Fears'/><title type='text'>IT'S UNDER MY SKIN BUT OUT OF MY HANDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/of3k8qcNDco"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/of3k8qcNDco" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You better love loving and you better behave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You better love loving and you better behave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman in chains, woman in chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calls her man the great white hope&lt;br /&gt;Says she's fine, she'll always cope&lt;br /&gt;Woman in chains, woman in chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I feel lying and waiting is a poor man's deal (A poor man's deal)&lt;br /&gt;And I feel hopelessly weighed down by your eyes of steel (Your eyes of steel)&lt;br /&gt;Well, It's a world gone crazy keeps woman in chains&lt;br /&gt;Woman in chains, woman in chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trades her soul as skin and bones&lt;br /&gt;(You better love loving and you better behave)&lt;br /&gt;Sells the only thing she owns&lt;br /&gt;(You better love loving and you better behave)&lt;br /&gt;Woman in chains (the sun and the moon), woman in chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men of stone, men of stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, I feel deep in your heart there are wounds time can't heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(The time can't heal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I feel somebody somewhere is trying to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, you know what I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a world gone crazy keeps woman in chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;It's under my skin but out of my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll tear it apart (somebody somewhere is trying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I won't understand (to breathe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not accept the greatness of man&lt;br /&gt;It's a world gone crazy keeps woman in chains&lt;br /&gt;Gone crazy keeps woman in chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So free her, so free her, so free her&lt;br /&gt;So free her, so free her (the sun and the moon)&lt;br /&gt;So free (the wind and the rain) her, so free her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Woman in Chains - Tears for Fears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-1384130964185754949?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/1384130964185754949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=1384130964185754949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/1384130964185754949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/1384130964185754949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/07/woman-in-chains.html' title='IT&apos;S UNDER MY SKIN BUT OUT OF MY HANDS'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-7018501536353202783</id><published>2007-07-27T17:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:53:17.879-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She will be loved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maroon 5'/><title type='text'>SHE WILL BE LOVED !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para &lt;a href="http://www.somostodasumasvacas.blogspot.com/"&gt;AP&lt;/a&gt; - Minha querida, música é tudo o que eu posso te dar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/19cD7YTr_fY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/19cD7YTr_fY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beauty queen of only eighteen&lt;br /&gt;She had some trouble with herself&lt;br /&gt;He was always there to help her&lt;br /&gt;She always belonged to someone else&lt;br /&gt;I drove for miles and miles&lt;br /&gt;And wound up at your door&lt;br /&gt;I've had you so many times&lt;br /&gt;but somehow I want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved ... And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tap on my window knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I know I tend to get so insecure&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not always rainbows and butterflies&lt;br /&gt;It's compromise that moves us along, yeah&lt;br /&gt;My heart is full and my door's always open&lt;br /&gt;You can come anytime you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved ... And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved ... And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where you hide&lt;br /&gt;Alone in your car&lt;br /&gt;Know all of the things that make you who you are&lt;br /&gt;I know that goodbye means nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tap on my window knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved ... And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved ... And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She will be loved - Maroon 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-7018501536353202783?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/7018501536353202783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=7018501536353202783&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7018501536353202783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7018501536353202783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/07/she-will-be-loved.html' title='SHE WILL BE LOVED !'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-7941819442997708079</id><published>2007-07-27T15:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:53:57.667-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>LOVE IS A TEMPLE. LOVE THE HIGHER LAW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlHnHY_xQVg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlHnHY_xQVg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it getting better....... Or do you feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will it make it easier on you now&lt;br /&gt;You got someone to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One love ...... One life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When it's one need In the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One love ....... We get to share it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leaves you baby if you ...... Don't care for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did I disappoint you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You act like you never had love&lt;br /&gt;And you want me to go without&lt;br /&gt;Well it's...&lt;br /&gt;Too late ............. Tonight&lt;br /&gt;To drag the past out into the light&lt;br /&gt;We're one, but we're not the same&lt;br /&gt;We get to Carry each other .....Carry each other&lt;br /&gt;One...&lt;br /&gt;Have you come here for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Have you come to raise the dead&lt;br /&gt;Have you come here to play Jesus&lt;br /&gt;To the lepers in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Did I ask too much? More than a lot? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You gave me nothing ..... Now it's all I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're one But we're not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well we Hurt each other Then we do it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is a temple ........ Love a higher law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is a temple .......... Love the higher law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You ask me to enter But then you make me crawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can't be holding on ..... To what you got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When all you got is hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One love ........... One blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One life .......... You got to do what you should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One life ............ With each other&lt;br /&gt;Sisters ....... Brothers&lt;br /&gt;One life ......... But we're not the same&lt;br /&gt;We get to Carry each other ....... Carry each other&lt;br /&gt;One......... One!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One - U2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-7941819442997708079?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/7941819442997708079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=7941819442997708079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7941819442997708079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/7941819442997708079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-is-temple-love-higher-law.html' title='LOVE IS A TEMPLE. LOVE THE HIGHER LAW.'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-8022801379902229123</id><published>2007-07-25T23:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:47:52.309-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In love with you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erykah Badu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lion'/><title type='text'>IN LOVE WITH YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fui eu que fiz a montagem do vídeo. O meu primeiro. Perdoem-me por isso. Prometo melhorar no ramo. O que importa aqui é a música! E essa é linda! Sensual e Linda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GS4lDqd_ujY"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GS4lDqd_ujY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she says she needs more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all I ever been&lt;br /&gt;Well one day you gon' overstand yo badu&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the first time that we met yo&lt;br /&gt;How could I forget When you smiled&lt;br /&gt;And I turned and said to you Yo, your pure and true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you, in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love baby... I don't care what your mama say&lt;br /&gt;Standing in love lady... And I don't care what your sister say&lt;br /&gt;Yo badu I need ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He said he's really diggin me... I don't know what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't imagine why I feel so weak, say, say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's when he took my heart in his hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And kissed it gently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He open up his lips then said this poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm in love with you, love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love with you, love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so in love baby....&lt;/span&gt; I don't care what your brothers say, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so in love baby.... &lt;/span&gt;I don't care what the people say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I try and I try and I try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you said you need more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've ever been yo&lt;br /&gt;Well one day you gon' overstand yo badu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I look In your eyes.... I know that you were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;My solider so baby come on.... I mean it desperately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you, love with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you, in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love baby.... I don't care what the people say&lt;br /&gt;Standing in love lady..... And I don't care what your sister say&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love baby.... I don't care what the writers say&lt;br /&gt;I try, I try, I try, I try&lt;br /&gt;You in love with me.... You in love with me&lt;br /&gt;No you in love with me.... No, no, no you in love with me&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Erykah Badu &amp;amp; Lion)&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-8022801379902229123?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/8022801379902229123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=8022801379902229123&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/8022801379902229123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/8022801379902229123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-love-with-you.html' title='IN LOVE WITH YOU'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-4769382993577078728</id><published>2007-07-24T02:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:25:35.512-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moulin Rouge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Bowie'/><title type='text'>NATURE BOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Trilha sonora para um poema de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Aquele que perdi. E aquele que ganhei!!!!&lt;br /&gt;( e acredite - eu ganhei! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzZeHrwRIiE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzZeHrwRIiE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LxWG1AwDk7I"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LxWG1AwDk7I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was a boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A very strange enchanted boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say he wandered very far, very far&lt;br /&gt;Over land and sea,&lt;br /&gt;A little shy and sad of eye&lt;br /&gt;But very wise was he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then one day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A magic day, he passed my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we spoke of many things,&lt;br /&gt;Fools and kings,&lt;br /&gt;This he said to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"THE GREATEST THING YOU'LL EVER LEARN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;IS JUST TO LOVE AND BE LOVED IN RETURN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-4769382993577078728?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/4769382993577078728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=4769382993577078728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/4769382993577078728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/4769382993577078728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/07/nature-boy.html' title='NATURE BOY'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-102627725896018677</id><published>2007-07-22T21:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:06:42.721-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cidade Negra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caetano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orfeu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sou Você'/><title type='text'>SOU VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGD6ndr1VUI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGD6ndr1VUI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mar sob o ceu ............. Cidade na luz&lt;br /&gt;Mundo meu canção que eu compus&lt;br /&gt;Tudo, tudo agora é você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha voz que era da amplidão&lt;br /&gt;Do universo, da multidão&lt;br /&gt;Hoje canta só por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mulher ....&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor ....&lt;br /&gt;Meu lugar ....&lt;br /&gt;Antes de você chegar&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo saudade&lt;br /&gt;Meu canto mudo no ar&lt;br /&gt;Faz do seu nome hoje o céu&lt;br /&gt;Da cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua no mar&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas no chão&lt;br /&gt;Aos seus pés entre as suas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo quer alcançar você&lt;br /&gt;Levanta o sol do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Já não vivo nem morro em vão&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais eu porque sou você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Caetano Veloso )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-102627725896018677?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/102627725896018677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=102627725896018677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/102627725896018677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/102627725896018677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/07/sou-voc.html' title='SOU VOCÊ'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-5526347800258973542</id><published>2007-07-21T17:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:10:33.999-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goo Goo Dolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>ÍRIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vanluchi.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; é como um toque invisível de dor e prazer,&lt;br /&gt; querer e arder, desejo e ausência.&lt;br /&gt;O amor é como mãos delicadas e cruéis mexendo em tudo por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O amor é como um vôo sem pouso certo.&lt;br /&gt;Como um laço que não desfaz, como um salto em câmera lenta num abismo.&lt;br /&gt;O amor é como uma inundação devastando tudo pelo caminho.&lt;br /&gt;O amor é como um raio partindo a vida ao meio.&lt;br /&gt;É um sussurro inaudível gritando que quer,&lt;br /&gt;que precisa, que existe, que goza, que virá!&lt;br /&gt;O amor é como um respirar aflito que busca e alimenta.&lt;br /&gt;O amor é o tempo congelado no momento exato do encontro.&lt;br /&gt;É o passado fazendo-se presente.&lt;br /&gt;É o futuro se abrindo aos olhos que eram fechados.&lt;br /&gt;O amor dói e fantasia. O amor é arrependimento e ingenuidade.&lt;br /&gt;O amor contém todas as perguntas. O amor detém todas as respostas.&lt;br /&gt;O amor queima e cura. O amor sangra e cicatriza.&lt;br /&gt;O amor é falta! O amor é longe! O amor é quando! O amor é nunca!&lt;br /&gt;O amor é como um conto que se conta à noite,&lt;br /&gt;quando há estrelas, quando há lua.&lt;br /&gt;O amor adormece e fecha os olhos e faz sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;O amor é um espelho refletindo beleza e verdade.&lt;br /&gt;É uma lente cristalina filtrando o mundo e a vida... e só sobra ele, o amor!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, o amor...&lt;br /&gt;Eu te quero, amor, como possível, como concreto...&lt;br /&gt;Grafitado no muro do agora, do hoje, do veemente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo, amor, urgente! Eu te amo já!&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo ontem e amanhã e infinito!&lt;br /&gt;E o amor é sopro invisível de vida.&lt;br /&gt;É palavra improferida, profana.&lt;br /&gt;É a nudez devassada e entregue.&lt;br /&gt;É assim o amor! O meu!&lt;br /&gt;O amor que te tenho e dou e quero. É assim...&lt;br /&gt;Invisível. Indizível. Guardado. Segredo. Inconfessável.&lt;br /&gt;Profano. Sagrado. Etéreo. Grito. Silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo assim, do amor como ele é!&lt;br /&gt;Nú e indefeso. Meu e seu. Só e completo!&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo de amor! Ah, eu te amo de amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_xAWAPlTLU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_xAWAPlTLU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause sooner or later it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems like the movies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know your alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Goo Goo Dolls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-5526347800258973542?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/5526347800258973542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=5526347800258973542&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/5526347800258973542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/5526347800258973542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/07/ris.html' title='ÍRIS'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-3489743028195126083</id><published>2007-07-19T09:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:04:54.074-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Howie Day'/><title type='text'>SORRY, SO SORRY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GqpAitsq-Mo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GqpAitsq-Mo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spend your nights here&lt;br /&gt;We'll always be up late&lt;br /&gt;Keep each other on&lt;br /&gt;Chemicals can make us stay&lt;br /&gt;I meant you're outta line&lt;br /&gt;With your friends and all your jokes&lt;br /&gt;Moving out tonight&lt;br /&gt;Making phones that hot to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you really didn't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you really didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spend your days here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And never give up now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep the children down&lt;br /&gt;You're down for one more hour&lt;br /&gt;Imagine I would feel&lt;br /&gt;If your friends were all your dates&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving out with her&lt;br /&gt;Do you shake? you'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if you really didn't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I swear I really didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I'm sorry, so sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry, oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sorry, so sorry .... I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Spend your nights here&lt;br /&gt;We'll always be up late&lt;br /&gt;Keep each other on&lt;br /&gt;Chemicals can make us stay&lt;br /&gt;I meant you're outta line&lt;br /&gt;With your friends and all your jokes&lt;br /&gt;Moving out tonight&lt;br /&gt;Making phones that hot to hold&lt;br /&gt;And if you really didn't know&lt;br /&gt;I swear I really didn't know&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sorry, so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, oh no&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry, so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Howie Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-3489743028195126083?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/3489743028195126083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=3489743028195126083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/3489743028195126083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/3489743028195126083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/07/sorry-so-sorry.html' title='SORRY, SO SORRY!'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592916883557475.post-4437717989642556783</id><published>2007-07-19T03:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T06:41:42.784-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave Mathews Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DMB'/><title type='text'>CRASH INTO ME, BABY! ...SHOW YOUR WORLD TO ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQ_Nf7yGxbc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQ_Nf7yGxbc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've got your ball...You've got your chain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tied to me tight...tie me up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whos got their claws in you my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Into your heart I'll beat again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet like candy to my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet you rock and sweet you roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost for you I'm so lost for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You come crash into me...&lt;br /&gt;And I come into you&lt;/span&gt;..........In a boys dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Touch your lips just so I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In your eyes, love, it glows so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im bare boned and crazy for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come crash into me, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I come into you............In a boys dream&lt;br /&gt;If I've gone overboard&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm begging you to forgive me ....  In my haste&lt;br /&gt;When Im holding you so girl .... Close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh and you come crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Into me, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I come into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hike up your skirt a little more&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And show the world to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hike up your skirt a little more&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And show your world to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a boys dream.. in a boys dream&lt;br /&gt;Oh I watch you there ... Through the window ... And I stare at you&lt;br /&gt;You wear nothing but you Wear it so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tied up and twisted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ... The way I'd like to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For you, for me,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come crash into me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crash into me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Dave Mathews Band)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45592916883557475-4437717989642556783?l=musak-van.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/feeds/4437717989642556783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45592916883557475&amp;postID=4437717989642556783&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/4437717989642556783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45592916883557475/posts/default/4437717989642556783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musak-van.blogspot.com/2007/07/crash-into-me-baby-show-your-world-to.html' title='CRASH INTO ME, BABY! ...SHOW YOUR WORLD TO ME!'/><author><name>Van</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjAZNglhVqg/S8XB1mUOjFI/AAAAAAAADB8/lpCyT1Xt0Fs/S220/van0001-026+copyk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
