Let me tell you somethin'

Billy Joel – Tell Her About It

giselebevilacqua — Sat, 18 Dec 2010 16:53:52 +0000

Billy Joel – Tell Her About It

Listen boy
Don’t want to see you let a good thing
Slip away

You know I don’t like watching
Anybody make the same mistakes
I made

She’s a real nice girl
And she’s always there for you
But a nice girl wouldn’t tell you what you should do

Listen boy
I’m sure that you think you got it all
Under control

You don’t want somebody telling you
The way to stay in someone’s soul

You’re a big boy now
You’ll never let her go
But that’s just the kind of thing
She ought to know

Tell her about it
Tell her everything you feel
Give her every reason to accept
That you’re for real

Tell her about it
Tell her all your crazy dreams
Let her know you need her
Let her know how much she means

Listen boy
It’s not automatically a certain guarantee
To insure yourself
You’ve got to provide communication constantly

When you love someone
You’re always insecure
And there’s only one good way
To reassure

Tell her about it
Let her know how much you care
When she can’t be with you
Tell her you wish you were there

Tell her about it
Every day before you leave
Pay her some attention
Give her something to believe

Cause now and then
She’ll get to worrying
Just because you haven’t spoken
For so long
Though you may not have done anything
Will that be a consolation when she’s gone

Listen boy
It’s good information from a man
Who’s made mistakes

Just a word or two that she gets from you
Could be the difference that it makes

She’s a trusting soul
She’s put her trust in you
But a girl like that won’t tell you
What you should do

Tell her about it
Tell her everything you feel
Give her every reason
To accept that you’re for real

Tell her about it
Tell her all your crazy dreams
Let her know you need her
Let her know how much she means

Tell her about it
Tell her how you feel right now
Tell her about it
The girl don’t want to wait too long
You got to tell her about it
Tell her now and you won’t go wrong
You got to tell her about it
Before it gets too late
You got to tell her about it
You know the girl don’t want
To wait–you got to
Tell her about it

Anything for you…

giselebevilacqua — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 18:12:38 +0000

Keep that in mind and you won’t regret…

Coz I sure got a fist for a fight

giselebevilacqua — Wed, 03 Nov 2010 23:35:11 +0000

I started singing “Bye, bye miss Amercian Pie…”

giselebevilacqua — Sat, 16 Oct 2010 18:00:23 +0000

American Pie

Don MacLean

A long, long time ago…

I can still remember

How that music used to make me smile.

And I knew if I had my chance

That I could make those people dance

And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver

With every paper I’d deliver.

Bad news on the doorstep;

I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried

When I read about his widowed bride,

But something touched me deep inside

The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.

Drove my chevy to the levee,

But the levee was dry.

And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye

Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.

“this’ll be the day that I die.”

Did you write the book of love,

And do you have faith in God above,

If the Bible tells you so?

Do you believe in rock ‘n roll,

Can music save your mortal soul,

And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him

`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.

You both kicked off your shoes.

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck

With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,

But I knew I was out of luck

The day the music died.

I started singin’,

“bye-bye, miss american pie.”

Drove my chevy to the levee,

But the levee was dry.

Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye

And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.

“this’ll be the day that I die.”

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,

But that’s not how it used to be.

When the jester sang for the king and queen,

In a coat he borrowed from james dean

And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,

The jester stole his thorny crown.

The courtroom was adjourned;

No verdict was returned.

And while Lenin read a book on Marx,

The quartet practiced in the park,

And we sang dirges in the dark

The day the music died.

We were singing,

“bye-bye, miss american pie.”

Drove my chevy to the levee,

But the levee was dry.

Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye

And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.

“this’ll be the day that I die.”

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.

The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,

Eight miles high and falling fast.

It landed foul on the grass.

The players tried for a forward pass,

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume

While the sergeants played a marching tune.

We all got up to dance,

Oh, but we never got the chance!

`cause the players tried to take the field;

The marching band refused to yield.

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died?

We started singing,

“bye-bye, miss american pie.”

Drove my chevy to the levee,

But the levee was dry.

Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye

And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.

“this’ll be the day that I die.”

Oh, and there we were all in one place,

A generation lost in space

With no time left to start again.

So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!

Jack flash sat on a candlestick

Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage

My hands were clenched in fists of rage.

No angel born in hell

Could break that satan’s spell.

And as the flames climbed high into the night

To light the sacrificial rite,

I saw satan laughing with delight

The day the music died

He was singing,

“bye-bye, miss american pie.”

Drove my chevy to the levee,

But the levee was dry.

Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye

And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.

“this’ll be the day that I die.”

I met a girl who sang the blues

And I asked her for some happy news,

But she just smiled and turned away.

I went down to the sacred store

Where I’d heard the music years before,

But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,

The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.

But not a word was spoken;

The church bells all were broken.

And the three men I admire most:

The father, son, and the holy ghost,

They caught the last train for the coast

The day the music died.

And they were singing,

“bye-bye, miss american pie.”

Drove my chevy to the levee,

But the levee was dry.

And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye

Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.

“this’ll be the day that I die.”

They were singing,

“bye-bye, miss american pie.”

Drove my chevy to the levee,

But the levee was dry.

Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye

Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.”

Mark Ronson – Somebody To Love

giselebevilacqua — Thu, 14 Oct 2010 17:24:01 +0000

Deixe-a ficar.

giselebevilacqua — Sat, 09 Oct 2010 00:28:35 +0000

Então ela vem, entra, se instala e te parece que ela vai ficar.

Você sente medo, não por nada, você sempre a quis por perto mas agora, você não sabe o que fazer.

A minha dica é: acomode-a, trate-a bem, faça-a sentir-se à vontade. Mostre-a todos os teus defeitos para que ela não se sinta ludibriada, mas não esconda tuas qualidades, mostrando-as paulatinamente para que ela se sinta surpreendida – o friozinho na barriga é sempre bem vindo. Lembre-se que ela não vai te deixar se você errar, ela não espera perfeição e vai entender. Não tenha vergonha de acertar e admitir que é bom em algo, ela sabe que ninguém é 100% falho e ela espera coisas boas de você.

Ensine-a, aprenda com ela e permita-se descobrir, junto com ela, as coisas boas e as coisas ruins.

Tenha paciência com ela. É difícil, eu sei, se acostumar com ela por perto, mesmo tendo desejado-a todo o tempo. Ela vai sempre ter paciência com você.

Não entre em pânico, ela pode se assustar. Respire fundo e aproveite. Você é bem vindo, faça-a sentir-se da mesma forma.

São raras as vezes que a felicidade te faz uma visita. Se ela fizer, faça dela tua hóspede, convide-a a ficar e não deixe-a ir nunca mais. Ela quer isso e você também.

Um beijo.

You make loving fun…

giselebevilacqua — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 02:07:42 +0000

I just love this band…

Have a good night folks…

Give me faith, give me joy…

giselebevilacqua — Thu, 23 Sep 2010 16:46:07 +0000

Essa sempre foi minha música favorita da Madonna. Ouço ela no loop e acho a letra tão bonitinha…

Coisa de menina né??

Jason Voorhees

giselebevilacqua — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 00:04:23 +0000

Essa ficha técnica é muito engraçada!

A parte mais engraçada é a descrição dos poderes.

Fonte: Wikipedia.pt

Inuit Song

giselebevilacqua — Fri, 20 Aug 2010 18:06:59 +0000

“I think over again my small adventures, my fears, these small ones that seemed so big for all the vital things I had to get and to reach. And yet there is only one great thing, the only thing: to live to see the great day that dawns and the light that fills the world.”