Oh how do you do, young Willy McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done
And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the great falling in 1916
Well I hope you died quick
And I hope you died clean
Or Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene
Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined
And though you died back in 1916
To that loyal heart you're forever nineteen
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane
In an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
The sun shining down on these green fields of France
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
The trenches have vanished long under the plow
No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now
But here in this graveyard that's still no mans land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
And a whole generation were butchered and damned
Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
And I can't help but wonder oh Willy McBride
Do all those who lie here know why they died
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause
Did you really believe that this war would end wars
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing and dying it was all done in vain
Oh Willy McBride it all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again
Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels (traduzido no Brasil como Jogos, Trapaças e Dois Canos Fumegantes e em Portugal como Um Mal Nunca Vem Só) é um filme inglês de 1998, escrito e dirigido por Guy Ritchie.
O filme mostra, num tom de humor negro, o submundo do crime na cidade de Londres.
Deu origem a uma série na Inglaterra, chamada Lock, Stock...
Filme bem legal e ramdon, diria um filme que envolve muita sorte
Acho que vale a pena assistir
MACACO BONG
Bom, com o intúito de estimular a cena indie brasileira apresento a vocês Macaco Bong, uma banda de rock instrumental.
O Macaco Bong nasceu em Cuiabá (MT) no ano de 2004 como um quarteto de rock instrumental. Logo no ano de 2005 a banda se tornou um power trio, permanecendo com a proposta de rock instrumental com conteúdo musical.
Baseado na desconstrução dos arranjos da música popular em seus formatos convencionais e aliada à linguagem das harmonias tradicionais da música brasileira com jazz/fusion/pop e etc, o Macaco Bong sempre busca nunca concretizar rótulos relativos às variedades nas vertentes dos gêneros musicais em suas composições, tudo isso aplicado tanto na estética quanto no conteúdo do rock’n’roll .
aqui vai o clip da primeira musica que eu ouvi deles... é meio metal no começo. Mas ouça a musica inteira... Fazia tempo que eu ficava tão empolgado com uma guitarra. E é bem trabalhada, acordes, solos tudo...
Future of the Left é uma banda galéica formada em 2005 e com o seu primeiro album em 2007 ganhou vários prêmios.
Algo que achei particular nessa banda é o ritimo, os riffs são diferentes... Alguns vao acha-los sem musicalidade.Mas é uma questao de gosto.
Talvez eu a cosidere até meio punk... um noise rock...
aqui vai um video de umas das musicas de seu novo album, que será lançado no dia 22 de junho.
No Brasil em Setembro!
vamos ?
só falar comigo!
