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What If God Was One Of Us - Amanda Marshall

 

If God had a name what would it be?
And would you call it to his face?

If you were faced with him in all his glory

what would you ask if you had just one question?

Yeah, Yeah, God is great
Yeah, Yeah, God is good
Yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home

If God had a face
What would it look like?
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and Jesus and the saints
and all the Prophets

Yeah Yeah God is great
Yeah Yeah God is good
Yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Back up to Heaven all alone
Nobody callin' on the phone
cept for the Pope maybe in Rome

Yeah Yeah God is great
Yeah Yeah God is good
Yeah Yeah yeah yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Like a holly Rolling Stone
Back up to Heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody callin' on the phone
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome

(Gostei dessa música =D)

They Don't Care About Us - Michael Jackson

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, aggravation
Everybody, allegation

In the suite, on the news
Everybody, dog food
Bang bang, shock dead
Everybody's gone mad

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Beat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me

Judge me, sue me
Everybody do me
Kick me, kike me
Don't you black or white me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality, no

I'm tired of being the victim of hate
Your raping me of my pride. Oh, for God's sake
I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy
Set me free

Skinhead, deadhead
Everybody gone bad
Trepidation, speculation
Everybody, allegation

In the suite, on the news
Everybody, dog food
Black man, black mail
Throw the brother in jail

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible 'cause you ignore me?
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, no

I'm tired of being the victim of shame
They're throwing me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is the land from which I came

You know I really do hate to say it
The government don't wanna see
But if Roosevelt was living
He wouldn't let this be, no

Skinhead, deadhead
Everybody gone bad
Situation, speculation
Everybody, litigation

Beat me, bash me
You can never trash me
Hit me, kick me
You can never get me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Some things in life they just don't wanna see
But if Martin Luther was living
He wouldn't let this be, no

Skin head, dead head
Everybody's gone bad
Situation, segregation
Everybody, allegation

In the suite, on the news
Everybody, dog food
Kick me, kike me
Don't you wrong or right me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
(They keep me on fire)

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
(I'm there to remind you)

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Neto S.

Múmias - Renato Russo

Bem aventurados sejam aqueles que amam essa desordem
Nós viemos a reboque, este mundo é um grande choque
Mas não somos desse imundo
De cidades em torrente
De pessoas em corrente

Errar não é humano
Depende de quem erra
Esperamos pela vida
Vivendo só de guerra

Viemos preparados pra almoçar soldados
Chegamos atrasados, sumiram com a cidade antes de nós
Mesmo assim, basta esquecê-la em outro dia
Transformando em lataria, tudo que estiver ao nosso alcance

Viemos espalhar discórdia
Conquistar muitas vitórias, conquistar muitas derrotas
Bem aventurados sejam todos que cairem em moratória
Bem aventurados sejam os senhores do progresso
Bem aventurados sejam esses senhores do regresso

Aos Meus Heróis - Julinho Marassi & Gutemberg

OBS: PRESTEM ATENÇÃO NA LETRA.

 Letra: 

Faz muito tempo que eu não escrevo nada,
Acho que foi porque a TV ficou ligada
Me esqueci que devo achar uma saída
E usar palavras pra mudar a sua vida.

Quero fazer uma canção mais delicada,
Sem criticar, sem agredir, sem dar pancada,
Mas não consigo concordar com esse sistema
E quero abrir sua cabeça pro meu tema

Que fique claro, a juventude não tem culpa.
É o eletronic fundindo a sua cuca.
Eu também gosto de dançar o pancadão,
Mas é saudável te dar outra opção.

Os meus heróis estão calados nessa hora,
Pois já fizeram e escreveram a sua história.
Devagarinho vou achando meu espaço
E não me esqueço das riquezas do passado.

Eu quero “a benção” de Vinícius de Morais,
O Belchior cantando “como nossos pais”,
E “se eu quiser falar com...” Gil sobre o Flamengo,
“O que será” que o nosso Chico tá escrevendo.

Aquelas “rosas” já “não falam” de Cartola
E do Cazuza “te pegando na escola”.
To com saudades de Jobim com seu piano,
Do Fábio Jr. Com seus “20 e poucos anos”.

Se o Renato teve seu “tempo perdido”,
O Rei Roberto “outra vez” o mais querido.
A “agonia” do Oswaldo Montenegro
Ao ver que a porta já não tem mais nem segredos.

Ter tido a “sorte” de escutar o Taiguara
E “Madalena” de Ivan Lins, beleza rara.
Ver a “morena tropicana” do Alceu,
Marisa Monte me dizendo ”beija eu”
Beija eu, Beija eu Deixa que eu seja eu
Beija eu, beija eu deixa qe eu seja eu

O Zé Rodrix em sua “casa no campo”
Levou Geraldo pra cantar no “dia branco”.
No “chão de giz” do Zé Ramalho eu escrevi
Eu vi Lulu, Benjor, Tim Maia e Rita Lee.

Pedir ao Beto um novo “sol de primavera”,
Ver o Toquinho retocando a “aquarela”,
Ouvir o Milton “lá no clube da esquina”
Cantando ao lado da rainha Elis Regina.

Quero “sem lenço e documento” o Caetano
O Djavan mostrando a cor do “oceano”.
Vou “caminhando e cantando” com o Vandré
E a outra vida, Gonzaguinha, “o que é?”

Atenção DJ faça a sua parte,
Não copie os outros, seja mais “smart”.
Na rádio ou na pista mude a seqüência,
Mexa com as pessoas e com a consciência.

Se você não toca letra inteligente
Fica dominada, limitada a mente.
Faça refletir DJ, não se esqueça,
Mexa o popozão, mas também a cabeça.

Neto S.