quarta-feira, março 8

Set List - Parte II...MM em sequência


...and Antarctica...

Dark center of the Universe
Modest Mouse
The Moon and Antarctica


I might disintegrate into the thin air if you’d like
I'm not the dark center of the universe like you thought
I'm not the dark center of the universe like you thought

Well, it took a lot of work to be the ass that I am
And I’m real damn sure that anyone can, equally easily fuck you over
Well, died saying something, but didn't mean it
Everyone’s life ends, but no one ever completes it
Dry or wet ice, they both melt and you’re equally cheated

Well, it took a lot of work to be the ass that I am
And I’m really damn sure that anyone can, equally easily fuck you over
Well, an endless ocean landing on an endless desert
Well, its funny as hell, but no one laughs when they get there
If you can't see the thin air than why the hell should you care?

Well, it took a lot of work to be the ass that I am
And I’m really damn sure that anyone can, equally easily fuck you over
Well, I’m sure you’d tell me you got nothing to say
But our voices shook hands the other day
If you can’t see the thin air what the hell is in the way?

Well, God saying something, but he didn’t mean it
Everyone’s life ends, but no one ever completes it
Dry or wet ice, they both melt and you’re equally cheated
Well, it took a lot of work to be the ass that I am
And I’m really damn sure that anyone can, equally easily fuck you over
I’m sure you’ll tell me you got nothing to say
But our voices shook hands the other day
If you can’t see the thin air then what the hells in your way?

Perfect Disguise
Modest Mouse
The Moon And Antarctica


You've got the Perfect disguise and you're looking o.k.
From the bottom of the best of the worst, well what can I say
Cuz you cocked your head to shoot me down, down
And I don't give a damn about you or this town no more
No cuz I know the score
Need me to fall down, so you can climb up
Some fool ass ladder, well good luck
I hope, I hope there's something better up there
Cuz you cocked your head to shoot me down, down
And I don't give a damn about you or this town no more
No cuz I know the score
Well good luck believing every word that’s said
I hope you have enough space in your head
I don’t know, broke my back

Tiny cities made of ash
Modest Mouse
The Moon and Antactica

We're going down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm gonna hit you on the face, I'm gonna punch in your glasses
Oh no

I just got a message that says your hell has frozen over
I got a phone call from the lord sayin 'Hey boy get a sweater,right now'
So we're drinkin, drinkin, drinkin, drinkin coca, coca, cola
I can feel it flowin right on down on, right on down my throat
And as we're headin down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm gonna get dressed up in plastic, gonna shake hands with the masses
Oh no

Does anybody know a way that a body could away?
Does anybody know a way?
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?

We're going down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm gonna hit you on the face, I'm gonna punch you in your glasses
I'm wearing myself a T-shirt that says 'the world is my ashtray'
Our hearts pump dust and our hair's all grey
And I just got a message that says your hell has frozen over
I got a phone call from the lord sayin 'Hey boy get a sweater,right now'

Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?

We're drinkin, drinkin, drinkin, drinkin coca, coca, cola
I can feel it flowin right on down my, right on down my throat
And as we're headin down the road
Towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm gonna lay down in the spa that will coat you in molasses
Oh no!

Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way

The Cold Part
Modest Mouse
The Moon and Antarctica


So long to this cold, cold part of the world
So long to this cold, cold part of the world
So long to this bone bleached part of the world
So long to this cold, cold part of the world
So long to this salt soaked part of the world
I stepped down as president of Antarctica
Can't blame me, don't blame me, don't
So long to this sad, sad part of the world
So long, So long

*Uma sequência antológica (tá bom eu pulei uma música..imagina..quase terço do Cd...)*
*Impar fica para o ano que vem*

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