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Rochester: So here he lies at the last. The deathbed convert. The pious debauchee. Could not dance a half measure, could I? Give me wine, I drain the dregs and toss the empty bottle at the world. Show me our Lord Jesus in agony and I mount the cross and steal his nails for my own palms. There I go, shuffling from the world. My dribble fresh upon the bible. I look upon a pinhead and I see angels dancing. Well? Do you like me now? Do you like me now? Do you like me now? Do you like me... now?
10 comentários:
I like you, yeah!
rosa que profundos que estamos hoje...
acho q com uma musica desta é impossivel nao gostar de toda a gente....
quase consigo gostar do bush, quase.
;)
If, underneath death's cold wing,
his restless sould 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 judgment day.
Kyrie Eleison. Christe Eleison.
Kyrie Eleison. Christe Eleison.
O Domine Deus dona nobis pacem.
O Domine Deus dona nobis pacem.
Kyrie Eleison. Christe Eleison.
Kyrie Eleison. Christe Eleison.
Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy,
Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy,
O Domine Deus dona nobis pacem.
O Domine Deus dona nobis pacem.
O Lord God grant us peace.
O Lord God grant us peace.
Oh, meu Deus...
what?....
ui... michael nyman.
maravilhoso
MC, é muito intenso, por isso gosto tanto.
Could not dance a half measure, could I?
tou pr'aqui a dar voltas à cabeça a ver se sei quem é MC....
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