Uma questão

Don't you have anything better to do than to show up in my dreams
and don't i have anything better to do than to chase you around in them?

What's free will when we get in this world without our own consent and we leave against our will?

Peter, Bjorn John - Young Folks

if i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me

i did before and had my share
it didn't lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn't matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about our own folks
talkin' 'bout our own stuff
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you

usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no one would surprise me unless you do

i can tell there's something goin' on
hours seem to disappear
everyone is leaving i'm still with you

it doesn't matter what we do
where we are going to
we can stick around and see this night through

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about our own folks
talkin' 'bout our own stuff
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about our own folks
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you
(repeat)
talking only me and you

talking only me and you
talking only me and you

Just felt like sharing a joke i heard today

So, a little boy asks his father "what's the difference between theoretically and realistically" Dad says "that's hard but i have an idea. Ask your mother if she would sleep with the mailman for a million" the little boy trots off and comes back a few minutes later.. "mum said 'yes', dad". Dad says "ok, so go an ask your sister if she'd sleep with the garbage man for a million" The little boy rushes off and a few minutes returns again. "She would, dad!" Dad looks the boy in the eye and says, "Ok son, theoretically were sitting on 2 million but realistically we're living with a couple of skanky whores".

O Rio

Do rio que tudo arrasta se
diz que é violento
Mas ninguém diz violentas as
margens que o comprimem

The river that wash away everything
is called violent
but noone accuse of violence
the banks that stemming it"


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