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Evidently Chicken Town

Van Gogh

the fucking cops are fucking keen
to fucking keep it fucking clean
the fucking chief's a fucking swine
who fucking draws a fucking line
at fucking fun and fucking games
the fucking kids he fucking blames
are nowehere to be fucking found
anywhere in chicken town

the fucking scene is fucking sad
the fucking news is fucking bad
the fucking weed is fucking turf
the fucking speed is fucking surf
the fucking folks are fucking daft
don't make me fucking laugh
it fucking hurts to look around
everywhere in chicken town

the fucking train is fucking late
you fucking wait you fucking wait
you're fucking lost and fucking found
stuck in fucking chicken town

the fucking view is fucking vile
for fucking miles and fucking miles
the fucking babies fucking cry
the fucking flowers fucking die
the fucking food is fucking muck
the fucking drains are fucking fucked
the colour scheme is fucking brown
everywhere in chicken town

the fucking pubs are fucking dull
the fucking clubs are fucking full
of fucking girls and fucking guys
with fucking murder in their eyes
a fucking bloke is fucking stabbed
waiting for a fucking cab
you fucking stay at fucking home
the fucking neighbors fucking moan
keep the fucking racket down
this is fucking chicken town

the fucking train is fucking late
you fucking wait you fucking wait
you're fucking lost and fucking found
stuck in fucking chicken town

the fucking pies are fucking old
the fucking chips are fucking cold
the fucking beer is fucking flat
the fucking flats have fucking rats
the fucking clocks are fucking wrong
the fucking days are fucking long
it fucking gets you fucking down

evidently chicken town

LYRICS © JOHN COOPER CLARKE

Meio...

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Meio anjo
Meio nada
Meio tudo
Meio de mim
Meio de ti
Medo de nada
Medo de tudo
Mexe o silêncio
Abre-se a porta
Solta-se o grito
Fecham-se os olhos
Nasce a palavra
Andam os passos
Cresce a certeza
Cala-se o mundo
Vê-se a tristeza
Vem o refúgio
Dou-te a mão
Dás-me o sentido
Largam-se amarras
Apertam-se os laços
Sente-se o beijo
Respira-se fundo
Parte-se com rumo

Meio anjo
Meio nada
Meio... tudo

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Próximos do Tempo

(c) Bernard Pierre Wolf

Sabemos que todos os dias
Algo morre dentro de nós
Para que algo nasça em seu lugar
E na proximidade do tempo
Somos os exploradores da eternidade
Ao encontro dos mistérios revelados
Perdidos na memória dos dias
Que fomos esquecendo