Anos de Bailado e Natação

O bandido solitário tem no crime o coração
Traz do roubo o seu salário
Paga caro a paixão.

O bandido solitário tem uma bala no canhão
Vai metê-la no diabo
Já deitado no caixão.

O bandido solitário tem a fúria de um cão
E anda às voltas pelas ruas
Com a alma pela mão.

O bandido solitário só faz folga para foder,
Escolhe sempre as mais feias,
Gosta de beijar sem ver.

E a mulher que o quiser tem de ouvir esta canção,
E a mulher que o quiser,
Farto peito, grande língua, anos de bailado e natação.

Foi um dia apanhado a roubar uma espanhola,
Ficou tudo admirado
E tiraram-lhe a pistola.

E a pistola era tola, só servia para espirrar,
Carregando numa mola
Não servia para matar.

E a mulher que o quiser tem de ir para a prisão,
E a mulher que o quiser,
Farto peito, grande língua, anos de bailado e natação.

E a mulher que o quiser tem de ir para a prisão,
A mulher que o quiser,
Farto peito, grande língua, anos de bailado e natação.

Música de Mundo Cão
Letra de Valter Hugo Mãe

Far From Any Road

From the dusty mesa her looming shadow grows
Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote

She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun,
And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood.

In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon,
I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom.

A strange hunger haunted me; the looming shadows danced.
I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand.

When the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold,
Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones.

And rise with me forever across the silent sand,
And the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands.

Música de Handsome Family – (tema do genérico de True Detective)

Culture War

Now the future’s staring at me
Like a vision from the past
And I know these crumbs they sold me
They’re never going to last

Though we know the culture war
We don’t know what it’s for
But we’ve lived a southern strategy
But no, it’s never going to last
So keep it in the past

These are different times that we’re living in
These are different times
Now the kids are growing up so fast
They’re paying for our crimes

You left while I was sleeping
You said it’s damning
Oh, I’ve read a little Bible
You see what you want to see

Oh, we know the culture war
We don’t know what it’s for
But we’ve lived your southern strategy
We know it’s never going to last
So keep that shit in the past

These are different times that we’re living in
Because these are different times
Now the kids are growing up so fast
They’re paying for our crimes

These are different times that we’re living in
These are different times
Now the kids are growing up so fast
They’re paying for our crimes

The dominos, they never fell
Our bodies they still burn
I throw my hand into the fire
But still I never learn
Will I ever learn?

These are different times
Now the kids are growing up so fast
Paying for our crimes

We’ll be soldiers for mommy and dad
In your culture wars

We’ll be soldiers for mommy and dad
Don’t know what it’s for

We’re soldiers now
In the culture war

We’re soldiers now
But we don’t know what it’s for

We’re soldiers now
In the culture war

We’re soldiers now
But we don’t know what it’s for

So tell me, what’s it for?

You want it? You got it
Here’s your culture war

You want it, now you got it
So tell me, what’s it for?

You want it? You got it
Here’s your culture war

You want it, now you got it
So tell me what’s it for?

Yeah tell me, what’s it for?

Letra de Arcade Fire