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segunda-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2021

Queens Of The Stone Age - Misfit Love


Wanna see my past in flames,
Don't waste a drop baby, I ain't fussed.
Where I was born, no escape,
There, there ain't even no good/bad drugs.
In the city is it true?
If you don't, you act like you do.
Feast of fools. I can't wait,
Give 'em a taste of my misfit love.
Complicate.
Encarcerate.
Feel my heart wake up.

Ain't born to lose baby,
I'm born to win,
I'm so goddamn slick baby, it's a sin,
It's a sin.

Transforming is becoming on me...

Do me first, do your worst.
Gimmie what I want some of.
One track mind, no time to waste.
Sidewalks, feel me strut so good?
Gutter, don't forget this face,
Let 'em taste my misfit love.
I'll show you all my dirty tricks,
Then show 'em again,
I'm so proud of em.
It's cruel to be constantly,
Feel my heart play dumb.

Ain't born to lose baby,
I'm born to win,
I'm so goddamn sick baby, it's a sin,
It's a Sin.

Just a dead man, walking through the dead of night,
And if you are going anywhere tonight? Just a dead end,
Walking through the dead of night and if you are going,
Can I get a ride?
Just a dead man walking through the dead of night,
It's impossible to wait until the light,
Cause, I'm already gone,
If you bet on me, you've won.

quinta-feira, 7 de abril de 2016

Queens Of The Stone Age - River On The Road



Fast approaching monsters,
Marching in a row,
Grab what slips your mind,
And what your memory won't hold.
Run, darling run.
I'll stall them if I can,
You'll escape and I'll be left rotting on the vine.

Run, darling run.
I'll stall them if I can,
You'll escape and I'll be left rotting on the vine.

Avert the childrens eyes,
Forget left untold,
Don't look back to see,
The blood,
River in the road.

Get sweet revenge with my blood,
River in the road

quinta-feira, 15 de maio de 2014

Queens Of The Stone Age - Sick, Sick, Sick


Young, dumb, don't see a problem
Bloodshot, stare like a hoodlum
Simple as this — I'm in love with the risk
I know what I've done
But tell me what did I miss
So please don't save something
Waste not, save nothing
Lose the halo, don't need to resist
A lick of the lips and my grip on your hips

Sick, sick, sick
Don't resist
Sick, sick, sick
Don't resist

First thing we succumb to
Shall erase and undo days of unrelease
If there's no police
Race to slip into whatever fits you
Make something, make someone
Beg on a knee, baby, baby please
Pout your bottom lip, while cracking the whip
You know what we want is candy to cum to

Sick, sick, sick
Don't resist
Sick, sick, sick
Don't resist
Sick, sick, sick
Don't resist
Sick, sick, sick
Don't resist

Eternal eclipse in the teeth of the risk
The tongue is a twist in perpetual bliss
Forever midnight
Forever midnight
Forever midnight
Forever

Sick, sick, sick
Don't resist
Sick, sick, sick
Don't resist
Sick, sick, sick (I'm gonna take)
Don't resist (I don't wanna choose)
Sick, sick, sick (I'm gonna take)
Don't resist (I don't wanna choose)

Baby, baby come out
Come out
Baby, baby come out
Come out

Sick, sick, sick (I'm gonna take)
Don't resist (I don't wanna choose)
Sick, sick, sick (I'm gonna take)
Don't resist (I don't wanna choose)
Sick, sick, sick (I'm gonna take)
Don't resist (I don't wanna choose)
Sick, sick, sick (I'm gonna take)
Don't resist (I don't wanna choose)

quarta-feira, 20 de abril de 2011

Queens Of The Stone Age - Turnin' On The Screw



You pop the question? Please don’t ask it
It puts the lotion in the basket
You say bigger’s better but bigger's thicker
White boy dressed up like a figure
Tall and silent, tall upon the wall
The world is round my square don’t fit at all

They say those who can’t just instruct others
Will act like victims or jilted lovers
You can’t lose it if you never had it
Disappear, man, do some magic
You want a reason? How's about because
You ain’t a has-been if you never was

I sound like this

Too scared to say what is your passion
So slack it up in obscene fashion
Fear of failure’s all you’ve started
The jury's in, verdict retarded,
I’m so tired and I’m wired too
I’m a mess, I guess
I’m turning on the screw