segunda-feira, 5 de dezembro de 2011

terça-feira, 22 de novembro de 2011



E o meu navio é frágil de mais para este oceano...

...e di cantare non può più finire

sábado, 12 de novembro de 2011

Cacela Velha


E o inverno chegou...

quinta-feira, 13 de outubro de 2011

O Libertino




If, underneath death's cold wing, His restless soul should fly away, Beyond the grasp of fools, T'would meet with the bliss they deny, So stand for him, kneel for him, As he lies low in kneaded clay, Pray for him, who prayed too late, That he might shine on judgement day. Kyrie Eleison. Christe Eleison. Kyrie Eleison. Christe Eleison. O Domine Deus dona nobis pacem. O Domine Deus dona nobis pacem.

quinta-feira, 6 de outubro de 2011

segunda-feira, 3 de outubro de 2011

terça-feira, 20 de setembro de 2011

sexta-feira, 12 de agosto de 2011

quarta-feira, 1 de junho de 2011

quarta-feira, 11 de maio de 2011

domingo, 10 de abril de 2011

quarta-feira, 6 de abril de 2011

Tom Paxton






I AM CHANGING MY NAME TO FANNIE MAE
By Tom Paxton
[http://tompaxton.com/audio/fannie_mae.mp3 Free mp3 available on Paxton's site]

Everybody and his uncle is in debt,
And the bankers and the brokers are upset.
Goldman Sachs’s, Merrill Lynch’s
Saw themselves as lead-pipe cinches,
Now they’ve landed in the biggest screw-up yet.
Lehman Brothers and Bear Stearns and all their kind
Have turned out to be the blind leading the blind.
They are clearly the nit-wittest
In survival of the fittest––
Let me modestly say what I have in mind

Chorus:
I am changing my name to Fannie Mae;
I am changing it to AIG.
On this bail-out I am betting;
Just a piece of what they’re getting,
Would be perfectly acceptable to me.
I am changing my name to Freddie Mac;
I am leaving for that great receiving line.
I’ll be waiting when they hand out
Seven hundred million grand out––
That’s when I’ll get mine.

Since the first amphibian crawled out of the slime,
We’ve been struggling in an unrelenting climb.
We were hardly up and walking
Before money started talking
And it said that failure was the only crime.
If you really screwed things up, then you were through;
Now––surprise!––there is a different point of view.
All that crazy rooty-tootin’
And that golden parachutin’
Means that someone’s making millions––just not you! (to chorus)

terça-feira, 5 de abril de 2011

Where have all the flowers gone



Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls picked them every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone to the young men every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young men gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young men gone?
They are all in uniform
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Covered with flowers every one
When will we ever learn?
When will we ever learn?

Pete Seeger

sábado, 22 de janeiro de 2011

domingo, 16 de janeiro de 2011