LULU Listening Party - Segunda 05/01 - 22h

[Maluco Doido]

ruim demais isso bicho

ruim demais isso bicho

[Kirkão]

uerlei escreveu:

MAIOR BOSTA EVER

Antes estivessemos juntos ouvindo um forrock do scorpions

uerlei escreveu:

MAIOR BOSTA EVER

Antes estivessemos juntos ouvindo um forrock do scorpions

[Maluco Doido]

QUERO MORRER

QUERO MORRER

[uerlei]

Lars deu um intervalo nessa depois de tanta PORRADA

Lars deu um intervalo nessa depois de tanta PORRADA

[Gud]

Moda escreveu:

Eu já tinha dado uma estudada na história antes pra me ambientar na parada. Curti bastante, ficou um negócio bem interpretativo da parada! O Lou Reed funcionou meio como um narrador da história, e a música do Metallica junto com o estilo de narração criou um ambiente tenso, que combinou legal com o enredo! Curti mesmo! Mas enfim, haters gonna hate.

Esse Barata.

Moda escreveu:

Eu já tinha dado uma estudada na história antes pra me ambientar na parada. Curti bastante, ficou um negócio bem interpretativo da parada! O Lou Reed funcionou meio como um narrador da história, e a música do Metallica junto com o estilo de narração criou um ambiente tenso, que combinou legal com o enredo! Curti mesmo! Mas enfim, haters gonna hate.

Esse Barata.

[Moda]

A música que mais gostei foi a Pumping Blood na qual eu acho - como já havia dito - que o instrumental pegou bem a dinâmica da letra. Por outro lado, Little Dog foi a que menos gostei.

Tem uns falando de um possível homossexualismo do Reed. Puta que pariu... Não sei se o cara senta na mandioca ou não, mas ali (ao menos na maioria das músicas) ele está interpretando a famigerada prostituta estripada pelo Jack, cacildis. Só isso.

No geral, não é uma obra-prima, mas considero um bom álbum.

A música que mais gostei foi a Pumping Blood na qual eu acho - como já havia dito - que o instrumental pegou bem a dinâmica da letra. Por outro lado, Little Dog foi a que menos gostei.

Tem uns falando de um possível homossexualismo do Reed. Puta que pariu... Não sei se o cara senta na mandioca ou não, mas ali (ao menos na maioria das músicas) ele está interpretando a famigerada prostituta estripada pelo Jack, cacildis. Só isso.

No geral, não é uma obra-prima, mas considero um bom álbum.

[uerlei]

Esse post do Barata você lê e relê várias vezes e não acredita que ele falou sério.

Esse post do Barata você lê e relê várias vezes e não acredita que ele falou sério.

[Kirkão]

Moda escreveu:

A música que mais gostei foi a Pumping Blood na qual eu acho - como já havia dito - que o instrumental pegou bem a dinâmica da letra. Por outro lado, Little Dog foi a que menos gostei. Tem uns falando de um possível homossexualismo do Reed. Puta que pariu... Não sei se o cara senta na mandioca ou não, mas ali (ao menos na maioria das músicas) ele está interpretando a famigerada prostituta estripada pelo Jack, cacildis. Só isso. No geral, não é uma obra-prima, mas considero um bom álbum.

Isso é quincas.

Moda escreveu:

A música que mais gostei foi a Pumping Blood na qual eu acho - como já havia dito - que o instrumental pegou bem a dinâmica da letra. Por outro lado, Little Dog foi a que menos gostei. Tem uns falando de um possível homossexualismo do Reed. Puta que pariu... Não sei se o cara senta na mandioca ou não, mas ali (ao menos na maioria das músicas) ele está interpretando a famigerada prostituta estripada pelo Jack, cacildis. Só isso. No geral, não é uma obra-prima, mas considero um bom álbum.

Isso é quincas.

[Maluco Doido]

NÃO SACOU O ESTILO DE NARRAÇÃO

NÃO SACOU O ESTILO DE NARRAÇÃO

[uerlei]

Essa música de agora é pra ouvir quando tá escorrendo as últimas gotas de sangue depois de nego cortar os pulsos.

Eita coisa horrorosa.

Essa música de agora é pra ouvir quando tá escorrendo as últimas gotas de sangue depois de nego cortar os pulsos.

Eita coisa horrorosa.

[Maluco Doido]

Dragon

You don’t actually care
Love for you is no beginning
You’re not really there
Hallucination

I thought you were listening
Hallucination
I thought you were listening
Hallucination

I understand you think you’re above it
The adolescent sense of the sky
The feeling of billowing heartbeats
The fingertips run through your hair

They run through your hair
Hallucination
Hallucination

Oh you think you’re so special
That there’s no law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are
We’re mere mortals below
Fingertips run through your hair
We are mere mortals below

Are meant to be peons
Are meant to be servants
Are meant to be dismissible objects
One fucks with
One fucks with

Poor pitiful creature

The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy

An idiot’s idiocy
My, my caring for you
Caring for you
Do you think we’re a book
Some kind of a table
You can rest your feet on when you’re able
Red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring for you
Poor pitiful creature

To notice the pining
The self deprivation
The self flagellation of you
Dear worshippers

We do like you regal
We do like you haughty
We do love to look upon your perfect body

The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
The taste of your vulva and everything on it
We all really love you
And you have no meaning
You don’t even see us
You were never caring

You go do what you do
You do it for you
No one exists with you
You’re way above caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Thinking of you
Is another way of dying
Is another way of dying

I’m clawing your chest
‘Til your collarbone bleeds
Piercing your nipples ’til I bite them off
I scratch your face and bite your shoulders
Way above caring
Way above caring
And your Kotex jukebox
Your Kotex jukebox

I’m doomed, I’m swearing
Waiting for you
In your high heels and nightie
Your leather dress squeaking
Latex now sweating, waiting for you
In your tincture
Your opium white bathrobe
Your white tiles run red now
Are we both dead now?

The liquid exchange of our heart
The liquid exchange of our heart
Are we both dead now?

You’re way above caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring
My caring for you
My caring for you
You’re way beyond caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy

My caring for you
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Because thinking of you
Is another way of dying

You’re way above caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
You poor pitiful creature
The mistake of feeling
The one who rejects you is the winner,
It’s true
The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
Your heart on your fuckin’ sleeve
My caring for you
We were meant to be peons
We’re meant to be peons
Mere mortals below
Meant to be servants

Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with
Oh, oh, oh you’re so special
No law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are

The fingertips run through your hair
A billowing heart beats
Feeling
Feeling
What a glorious feeling
To be so rejected
So rejected

An idiot’s idiocy
My caring for you
You think I’m a book or a table
You can rest your fuckin’ feet on
When you’re able

The taste of your vulva, everything on it
The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
We do love you, to look upon your perfect body
We love you regal
We love you haughty
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Caring

Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oblivious to caring

Are we really dead now?
Are we both dead now?

Dragon

You don’t actually care
Love for you is no beginning
You’re not really there
Hallucination

I thought you were listening
Hallucination
I thought you were listening
Hallucination

I understand you think you’re above it
The adolescent sense of the sky
The feeling of billowing heartbeats
The fingertips run through your hair

They run through your hair
Hallucination
Hallucination

Oh you think you’re so special
That there’s no law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are
We’re mere mortals below
Fingertips run through your hair
We are mere mortals below

Are meant to be peons
Are meant to be servants
Are meant to be dismissible objects
One fucks with
One fucks with

Poor pitiful creature

The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy

An idiot’s idiocy
My, my caring for you
Caring for you
Do you think we’re a book
Some kind of a table
You can rest your feet on when you’re able
Red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring for you
Poor pitiful creature

To notice the pining
The self deprivation
The self flagellation of you
Dear worshippers

We do like you regal
We do like you haughty
We do love to look upon your perfect body

The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
The taste of your vulva and everything on it
We all really love you
And you have no meaning
You don’t even see us
You were never caring

You go do what you do
You do it for you
No one exists with you
You’re way above caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Thinking of you
Is another way of dying
Is another way of dying

I’m clawing your chest
‘Til your collarbone bleeds
Piercing your nipples ’til I bite them off
I scratch your face and bite your shoulders
Way above caring
Way above caring
And your Kotex jukebox
Your Kotex jukebox

I’m doomed, I’m swearing
Waiting for you
In your high heels and nightie
Your leather dress squeaking
Latex now sweating, waiting for you
In your tincture
Your opium white bathrobe
Your white tiles run red now
Are we both dead now?

The liquid exchange of our heart
The liquid exchange of our heart
Are we both dead now?

You’re way above caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
My caring
My caring for you
My caring for you
You’re way beyond caring
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy

My caring for you
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Leave a trail upon the wake
That no one ever tries to take
Because waiting for you
Because thinking of you
Is another way of dying

You’re way above caring
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
You poor pitiful creature
The mistake of feeling
The one who rejects you is the winner,
It’s true
The winner in heartbreak
The winner in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your sleeve
A red star of idiocy
An idiot’s idiocy
Your heart on your fuckin’ sleeve
My caring for you
We were meant to be peons
We’re meant to be peons
Mere mortals below
Meant to be servants

Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with
Oh, oh, oh you’re so special
No law meant for you
You come and go like the goddess you are

The fingertips run through your hair
A billowing heart beats
Feeling
Feeling
What a glorious feeling
To be so rejected
So rejected

An idiot’s idiocy
My caring for you
You think I’m a book or a table
You can rest your fuckin’ feet on
When you’re able

The taste of your vulva, everything on it
The hair on your shoulders
The smell of your armpit
We do love you, to look upon your perfect body
We love you regal
We love you haughty
Oblivious to caring
Oblivious to caring
Caring

Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oh my dear
Oblivious to caring

Are we really dead now?
Are we both dead now?

[Gian]

Olha esse livro

Olha esse livro

[Maluco Doido]

HALLUCINAAAAAAAAAATION

HALLUCINAAAAAAAAAATION

[Moda]

ALUCINEEEEEEITION

ALUCINEEEEEEITION

[uerlei]

Terror demais esse HALLUCINAAAAAAAAATION

Terror demais esse HALLUCINAAAAAAAAATION