31/08/2006

Unfaithful...

Olá de novo pessoal! Quanto mais vivo, mas questões coloco. Acho imensamente nessessário falar-vos, de qual não foi o meu espanto, ao ouvir musica tão bonita com letra tão ... Enfim, acho que esta melodia ficaria, exelente acompanhada com uma letra, de partir corações, assim daquelas que eu pudesse mandar á Daniela, e coisas assim. Mas na verdade, penso que esta letra está mais perto de causar preocupação nos homens, pois esperamos que nem tudo seja como esta nossa amiga! hihihi

Story of my life
Searching for the right
But it keeps avoiding me
Sorrow in my soul
cause it seems that wrong
really loves my company

His more than a man
and this is more than love
the reason that this sky is blue
the clouds are rolling in
because I'm gone again
and to him I just can't be true

and I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
and it kills him inside
to know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying

I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
a murderer

I feel it in the air
as I'm doing my hair
preparing for another day
A kiss up on my cheek
He's here reluctantly
as if I'm gonna be out late
I say I won't be long
Just hanging with the girls
A liar didn't have to tell
Because we both know
where I'm about to go
and we know it very well

cause I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
and it kills him inside
to know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying

I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
a murderer

His trust
I might as well take a gun and put it to his head
Get it over with
I don't wanna do this
Anymore (anymore)

I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
a murderer.


Só porque alguém, me anda sempre a "chatear" e eu gosto muito de que ESSA pessoas me "Chateie", então lá vou eu TENTAR a tradução desta "Linda" letra.. **
(ps: por questões ... físicas, deixa-me trocar o ele por ela.. e o homen pela mulher!)

Coming soon!!!

Ivo Almeida

30/08/2006

You can do anything you set your mind to, man..



Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity This is everything you ever wanted…One moment Would you capture it or just let it slip? His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy


There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out He’s chokin, how everybody’s jokin now The clock’s run out, time’s up over, bloah! Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that Is he? No He won’t have it , he knows his whole back city’s ropes It don’t matter, he’s dope He knows that, but he’s broke He’s so stacked that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s Back to the lab again yo This whole rap shit He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo The soul’s escaping, through this hole that it’s gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is borin, but superstardom’s close to post mortar It only grows harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, he’s know as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows He’s grown farther from home, he’s no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water His bosses don’twant him no mo, he’s cold product They moved on to the nextschmoe who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose it’s old potna, but the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da No more games, I’ma change what you call rage Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher Best believe somebody’s payin the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I can’t get by with my 9 to 5 And I can’t provide the right type of life for my family Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don’t buy diapers And it’s no movie, there’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard and it’s getting even harder Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama’s screamin on and Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another jam or not Has gotten me to the point, I’m like a snail I’ve got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure’s not Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go I cannot grow old in Salem’s lot So here I go is my shot. Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got You can do anything you set your mind to, man



Ivo Almeida

28/08/2006

OS 3 botões... ( Piada, sem muita piada para homens..) lol

A gentleman on a flight to Atlanta had a serious problem. He had made several attempts to get into the men’s restroom, but found it to be occupied.

The stewardess noticed that he was walking funny, taking small steps, and had a look of pain and anxiety on his face. “Sir,” she said, “the ladies’ restroom is unoccupied. You may use it if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall.”

He was about to pop, and would have promised anything, so he agreed to her terms. The relief was pure joy, and as he sat there, savoring the feeling he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch. Three white buttons were identified by the letters: “WW”, “WA”, and “PP”, and there was one red button labeled “ATR.”

Who would really know if he touched them? He couldn’t just sit there and resist a challenge like this, so he pushed the “WW” button. Warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom. Such a nice feeling came over him. The men’s restroom didn’t have nice things like this.

Anticipating even greater pleasure, he pressed the “WA” button. Warm air replaced the warm water, wafting and swirling about, gently drying his underside. He knew what he was going to do when the warm air stopped, and without hesitation, he pressed the “PP” button. A large powder puff caressed his bottom, adding a fragrant scent of spring flowers to his unbelievable pleasure.

The ladies’ room was far more than a restroom; it was a place of tender, loving pleasure! He could hardly wait for the powder puff to quit. When it did, he pushed what he knew was going to be the ultimate joy.

He knew he was in the hospital as soon as he opened his eyes. A nurse was staring down at him with a smirk on her face.

”What happened? How did I get here? The last thing I remember, I was in the ladies’ restroom on a flight to Atlanta!”

“You pushed one too many buttons,” replied the nurse, as her smirk expanded to a grin. “That last button marked “ATR” is an automatic tampon remover. Your penis is under your pillow.”



Ivo Allmeida

26/08/2006

U 'r My One... Know?...

(Mais um vez, esperando pelo Train - Via Liverpool Street / Romford)


Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some troubles with herself
he was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else

I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile

Ask her if she wants to stay a while
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore

It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay a while
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all

Comes back and makes me catch her everytime she falls

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay a while
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

U 'r My One...

( A chegar a casa!!! hihih )


Ps: Dependendo das preferências do leitor, os próximos Post's poderão começar a ser publicados em Inglês.

Ivo Almeida


25/08/2006

E assim foi..

(Foto tirada em West Ham)

Bommmmmmmmmmm diaaaaaaaaaaa! Bem, e assim foi mesmo. Vou de avião e tudo corre bem até ao canal da mancha, pois aí começo a pensar que estou a ser transportado por um camião de guerra, e não por um avião. O nevoeiro, claro, é uma constante e o meu solinho desapareceu! (Snif) Lá aterrei em London, mais certamente no aeroporto de Luton. País simpático, e que me diz muito. Claro sendo português, tinha de experimentar a noite britanica, ao que constatei, que as discotecas inglesas, só passam música completamente antigas!! Visto isto, dei por mim a dançar com uma tal Ruppert ao som de "Dancing in the moonlight, everybody dancing in the moonlight".. o que é um pouco decadente. Foi complicado.. Bem, a internet facilitou, e as voltas para opinar o meu super blog, estão de volta. Por isso, aturem-me!! Bem, deixo aqui uma música, que me ajuda a passar por aqui o tempo, e claro cinco pounds para quem adivinhar porquê...

Yeah I know sometimes things may not always make sense to you right now But hey, what daddy always tell you? Straighten up little soldier Stiffen up that upper lip What you crying about? You got me Hailie.. I know you miss your mom and I know you miss your dad Well I'm gone but I'm trying to give you the life that I never had I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you want to cry Cuz you're scared, I ain't there? Daddy's with you in your prayers No more crying, wipe them tears Daddy's here, no more nightmares We gon' pull together through it, we gon' do it Laney uncles crazy, aint he? Yeah but he loves you girl and you better know it We're all we got in this world When it spins, when it swirls When it whirls, when it twirls Two little beautiful girls Lookin' puzzled, in a daze I know it's confusing you Daddy's always on the move, mamma's always on the news I try to keep you sheltered from it but somehow it seems The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me All the things growing up his daddy that he had to see Daddy don't want you to see but you see just as much as he did We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me But things have gotten so bad between us I don't see us ever being together ever again Like we used to be when we was teenagers But then of course everything always happens for a reason I guess it was never meant to be But it's just something we have no control over and that's what destiny is But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep Maybe one day we'll wake up and this will all just be a dream Now hush little baby, don't you cry Everything's gonna be alright Stiffen that upperlip up little lady, i told ya Daddy's here to hold ya through the night I know mommy's not here right now and we don't know why We feel how we feel inside It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby But i promise momma's gon' be alright It's funny I remember back one year when daddy had no money Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up And stuck 'em under the tree and said some of 'em were from me Cuz daddy couldn't buy 'em I'll never forget that Christmas I sat up the whole night crying Cuz daddy felt like a bum, see daddy had a job But his job was to keep the food on the table for you and mom And at the time every house that we lived in Either kept getting broke into and robbed Or shot up on the block and your mom was saving money for you in a jar Tryna start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college Almost had a thousand dollars till someone broke in and stole it And I know it hurt so bad it broke your momma's heart And it seemed like everything was just startin' to fall apart Mom and dad was arguin' a lot so momma moved back On the Chalmers in the flat one bedroom apartment And dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara And that's when daddy went to California with his CD and met Dr. Dre And flew you and momma out to see me But daddy had to work, you and momma had to leave me Then you started seeing daddy on the T.V. and momma didn't like it And you and Laney were to young to understand it Papa was a rollin' stone, momma developed a habit And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it I'm just sorry you were there and had to witness it first hand Cuz all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud Now I'm sittin in this empty house, just reminiscing Lookin' at your baby pictures, it just trips me out To see how much you both have grown, it's almost like you're sisters now Wow, guess you pretty much are and daddy's still here Laney I'm talkin' to you too, daddy's still here I like the sound of that, yeah It's got a ring to it don't it? Shh, momma's only gone for the moment And if you ask me too Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird I'mma give you the world I'mma buy a diamond ring for you I'mma sing for you I'll do anything for you to see you smile And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine I'mma break that birdies neck I'd go back to the jewler who sold it to ya And make him eat every carat don't fuck with dad (haha)

Um dia destes venho aqui falar-vos de uma Boby Marge... "See us.."

02/08/2006

Adeus, até um dia!


Bem, lá chegou a noite que eu esperava.. na verdade não tenho muito para dizer, o que é certo e que todos já sabem, que vou para Londres. Uns bons milhares de kilómetros, que me levam até aquela ilha, e ainda assim, levo todos os meus compinchas cibernáutas no meu coração..
Sinceramente, tinha muito para falar, mas tou sem tempo e com muito sono, isto porque amanha vou ter mesmo de me levantar ás cabeçadas ao mundo, a perguntar-me como vou viver e lá vou em no embarque pelas 14 horas.
Para, caso alguém me compreenda, na verdade, sei que vou para um desconhecido, algo que não sei se tenho receio, ou anseio em ter.. embora, o que acho é que se trata é uma vontade inabalavél de quere arriscar.. mesmo que sofra... enfim.. é assim que eu sou, gosto de risco, acho que é o que dá aquele sabor á vida, é o risco, o perigo... Isto é mais uma roleta russa que eu quís jugar .. Espero vir a ganhar, e claro a bancada central vai ser feita bem dentro no meu coração, onde todos os meus amigos lá estão, com unhas, dentes de cachecois, a torçer por mim.. e eu a "dançar" para voçês!

Devemos acarinhar as pessoas, todos os dias, o máximo possivél.. porque um dia elas vão-se e sentimos que não as ama-mos o suficiente!!

Ivo Almeida