We live in 1984

all we see in the media is double speak

people are getting arrested for though-crime

 mass mind control, it begins when we are born

 we live under constant surveillance, oyster cards, cameras

 everywhere you go, 'big brother is watching you',

nobody seems to care,

'if you have nothing to hide' is the common answer

loss of privacy

enslavement of the mind

no freedom of speech

we are doomed and there's more to come

things beyond imagination

we really live in a sick world

but don't listen to me, go back

and watch tv.

Mixing Songs

The sun is out

And the wind is blowing hard

So we stay inside

A Chameleon is being tattooed on my arm

Little girl playing on the floor

Laughter surrounds us

Funny things are being said

Everything we do, she wants too

Look auntie, Dorothy also has a tattoo

Isn't she so cute?

But the pain is now filling my brain

She looks at me wild eyed

Smiles and strokes my hair

Don't worry, she says

When you are done, you just have to eat

And it will all be fine

She's two and a half, so smart

She talks like a tagarela

Blending languages

Nao fecha seus eyes

And we all laugh and we are done

Que lindo! She says looking

At my green Chameleon

Auntie, will you sit next to me in the car?

She grabs my hand and this way we walk

She sings the whole way home

Mixing songs until she's asleep

Obey, obey, obey

That's what they say

Never ask questions

They are always right

Just comply

You have no choice

Buy, buy, buy

Stuff that you don't need

With money you don't have

As George Carlin said

Pay, pay, pay

That's what they say

Study to become a slave

Work to pay for your studies

Pay to work, pay to live

Wasn't living supposed to be for free?

Where's our freedom?

Isn't the world ours?

Why do I need permission

to visit another part of the world?

Imaginary lines

Separating us

Where's our freedom gone?

Nobody seems to notice nor care

I  feel despair

When I see that the world is

Far away from changing.

Meu amigo,preste atencao
tu que e como a gente
se junte a revolucao
que tu vai ver diferente
o brainwash da televisao
pra sua vida ficar contente
desligue sua tv e jogue-a no lixao
nao leie jornal mais pesquise na internet
e leia um livro que te da mais informacao
talvez assim,de repente, agente muda a educacao
e o povo nao sera mais burrao.

The sun is never late

The sun is never late

Shout about doubt

Who are we to debate?

Isn’t nature just great?

Say it out loud

The sun is never late

The flowers will bloom and mate

And the beans will sprout

Who are we to debate?

The rivers will flow and relate

And the trees will cry out

The sun is never late

The Beija-Flor will levitate

And the nectar will come out

Who are we to debate?

Birds of Paradise will dance to mate

Repeat, scream out loud

The sun is never late

Who are we to debate?

It's only natural

Why is it a crime

To walk naked on the streets ?

When being naked is only natural.

Every animal in nature

Is born naked and that way they remain,

But us humans.

Why is it that humans,

The ones that invented crime,

Are the same ones that still remain

Committing them on the streets,

Going against nature

And redefining what is natural?

What do you see of natural

In this concrete jungle built by humans?

They destroyed nature

Don't you think this is a crime?

Once trees, now streets

Which one will remain?

Nature will remain

It is only natural

What we see today as streets

One day will be long gone along with humans

Then, there will be no more crime

Only nature

Because nature

Will always remain

No such thing as crime

Can destroy what is natural,

Not even us, humans

Walking naked on the streets...

So, why not get out on the streets?

Protest pro-nature

Bring together all humans

So society can maybe change, not remain

Thinking of that, what is natural

Is also a crime.

Lets fill the streets

With love and nature

And be happy humans!

I just love

I just love society and all its rules

I love the government and all its fools

I love the mind controlling and all its tools

I just love the way people are

I love rich man and their cigars

I love drunk man sitting at the bar

I love posh ladies driving their car

I love having to look the way society say

I love the way they treat the gay

I love the way everything is laid out

I love the way people are always in doubt

I love the way we lost our light

I just love the way that we never fight

Flora num chora

Flora princesa, num chora
ta tao frio la fora
amanha quando o sol brilhar
a gente vai la fora brincar
e ai quando voce sorrir
todas as flores vao se abrir
e os passaros vao cantar
ao ver voce passar.

Florinha

Florinha, tao bonitinha
E filha da minha amiguinha
Super esperta e falante
Tem a memoria de um elefante
Carinhosa, um amorzinho
so quero aperta-la e dar muito beijinho
Alem de linda, uma fofura
Levara os meninos a loucura
Inteligente e muito sapeca
Vai deixar seu pai careca
de preocupacao
Ah! mas com muita razao
Acho q a florinha
Se tornara um mulherao

pepino

Pepino, Tartaruga.
Guloso e preguicoso.
Adora deitar-se ao sol
E andar rapido pelo quintal.
Agente pensa:
Tartaruga num anda devagar?
Nada, o Pepino nao,
Anda bem rapidao.
quando vamos ver sumiu.
No meio do mato
Se enfiou e la ficou.
Seu casco verde
Camuflou-se de fato no mato
Mas num movimento rapido
Seu belo casco brilhou no sol
E entregou seu paradeiro.
Depois de tanto procurar
Perdemos o horario e o
Pepino, voltou pro aquario.

the lollypop lady

Lollipop Lady

We know the sound of two hands clapping. But what is the sound of one

hand clapping?

--A ZEN KOALA

The lollipop lady standing in

Putney Bridge road, she smiles

And says good morning

To everyone that passes

She waves her hands

To everyone that passes

Everyday she smiles.

Everyday she waves.

She is the happiest lollipop lady

That I have ever seen

She brings her radio

And she dances

And she smiles and

She waves her hand

Happy happy lollipop lady

She makes my mornings

Everyday smiling

She is definitely the sound

Of one hand clapping.

Watching the smoke

dance in front of

my eyes.

Rings of smoke swirls around

like a ballerina in

a music box.

The white smoke

hovering

making  a cloud around the room.

A curtain of smoke

contaminating the air

                                                                     And I'm breathing

Let go, let go

just let things go.

Let be, let be

just let people be

no need to hang on

no need to hold on

                                                                          just let it free

I don't care about fancy clothes

fancy cars and all that shit.

These things are just stuff.

Stuff that they want you to buy

Stuff that you don't need

You are not a better or worse person

because of the things that you have

you are good just they way you are

For some, they don't
mean anything
they make a lot
of sense to me.

I write them
for no one
I write them
for me.

I'm not expecting
you to understand
what i'm trying
to say.

Since I'm not
trying to say anything
I don't care if you
understand it or not.

Nao posso escrever sobre amor
porque nao sofro
sou bem amada, nao tenho
dramas
pra uns vida chata
pra mim paz e felicidade

We are the children of the revolution
Don't let the government control you
Don't let television brainwash you
Ask questions, doubt everything you read on newspaper, actually don't read newspapers, they are full of bad writing and propaganda to make you scared.
Don't watch TV either it's full of bullshit.
Read more books, surf the internet, always hear two sides of the story, find out for yourself what the world is all about, live your life the way you want to live it, don't let anyone decide it for you or tell you what to do, what to think.
Get in touch with nature, get in touch with your inner self, change your values, when we change inside the world change around us. Think about it! =)

Pra variar
nao sei o que escrever
mas tambem nao sei o porque
sera que isso vai mudar?

Pra variar
nada me vem na cabeca
a imaginacao espero que apareca
porque ja cansei de esperar