Sometimes late when things are real And people share the gift of gab between themselves Some are quick to take the bait And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shells

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man That he didn't, didn't already have And cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of Sir Galahad So please believe in me

When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round Smoke glass stained bright colors Image going down, down, down, down Soapsud green like bubbles

Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man That he didn't, didn't already have And cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of Sir Galahad So please believe in me

When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round Smoke glass stained bright colors Image going down, down, down, down Soapsud green like bubbles

No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man That he didn't, didn't already have And cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of Sir Galahad So please believe in me

(tin man - America)

Foolish thing desire

Yes I will always remember you/ Yes I will always remember you/ Even when the blues came rushing into your heart/ yes even when the blues came rushing in/ you just got higher - you just got higher/

Yes I will always remember you... 'Cause you were the one that never/ had to lie with your heart/ and you were the one/ that never had to cry in the dark

and it's such a foolish thing desire/ and there's always someone somewhere/ wants to break your heart/ But I can always get ohh so much higher/ When i feel that light shine into my heart

Yes I will always remember you

(Daniel Ash)

Linhas quentes sob uma chuva rufante/ Suportes de cigarro em ação/ Dialogo dublado, agora aqui um obstáculo/ Ela está atuando sua reação/

Ela está em partes/ Está na lata

A hora da Estrela I

(...)Depois nos perguntam o motivo de de tal vicio pelo tabagismo,é pra tentar decifrar a sociedade humana.O por que do medo de dizer o que querem,não só na hora H relativamete cama,mas em todos os momentos decisivos de nossas vidas.Diga ao contrário,não se entregue aos marketeiros do nivelamento. Deve ser essa a conseqüência dos subversivos embriagados da noite,somos os solitários urbanos.Mas na solidão a gente se aproveita muito mais.E as vezes o nosso sexo é vinho,virtude e poesia.

(tudo o que você sempre quis falar de sexo e nunca pôde)