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segunda-feira, 9 de novembro de 2020

Pixies - Allison


From distant star
To this here bar
The me, the you
Where are we now?
Hooray the blues
Of everyone

Allison

Keeps a smile
Around a while
He took no fright
And jettisoned
We'll go tonight
To hear him tell
"oh well"

Allison
Allison

And when the planet hit the sun
I saw the face of Allison

Allison
Allison

quarta-feira, 9 de janeiro de 2019

Pixies - Dig For Fire



There is this old woman, she lives down the road
You can often find her kneeling inside of her hole
And I often ask her "Are you looking for the mother lode?"
No, no my child, this is not my desire and then she said

"I'm digging for fire
I'm digging for fire
I'm digging for fire
I'm digging for fire"

There is this old man who has spent so much of his life sleeping
That he is able to keep awake for the rest of his years
He resides, on a beach, in a town where I am going to live
And I often ask him "Are you looking for the mother lode?"
No, no my child, this is not my desire and then he said

"I'm digging for fire
I'm digging for fire
I'm digging for fire
I'm digging for fire"

quinta-feira, 24 de outubro de 2013

Pixies - Velouria



Hold my head
We'll trampoline
Finally through the roof
On to somewhere near
And far in time
Velouria
Her covering
Travelling career
She can really move
Oh velveteen!

My velouria, my velouria
Even I'll adore you
My velouria

Say to me
Where have you been
Finally through the roof
And how does lemur skin
Reflect the sea?

We will wade in the shine of the ever
We will wade in the shine of the ever
We will wade in the tides of the summer
Every summer
Every summer
Every
My velouria
My velouria

Forevergreen
I know she's here
In California
I can see the tears
Of shastasheen

My velouria, my velouria
Even I'll adore your
My velouria

sexta-feira, 4 de junho de 2010

Pixies - Is she weird



I know you're rich in
Good clothes and little things
Your mind is fancy
(And your car is bitchin')

Is she weird
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night
And her head has no room
And her head has no room

Your heart is ripshit
Your mouth is everywhere
I'm lyin' in it

Is she weird
Is she over me
Like the stars and the sun
Like the stars and the sun
Is she weird
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night
And her head has no room!

No more of this girl cryin'
I'm here, your big man
You're mine

Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night
And her head has no room