[Vídeo] Daft Punk ft Jorge Jesus "Não vou sujar a Piroca"

[Marlo Stanfield]

 

f*da.SE, SO IMAGINO O INFINITO A ESCREVER ESTA LETRA CRL

[Mayday]

Aposto que foste tu.

[Marlo Stanfield]

Aposto que foste tu.

 

Não. Eu escrevi esta.

 

[Almeno]

Ok

[Solero]

gostei

[infinito]

Eu quando escrevo músicas saem coisas assim:

 

Antagonism

dirt on my shoes

predicting cataclysm

It's a road of pragmatism

leading me to the abysm

A step taken, wrong choice makin

I fell, and I can't tell...

Where have I been

This is the worst final second of an hour

that I've ever seen

I feel another world is rushing in

The one I've been til' now has made me a man of sin

Still I carry a grin

Imma tell you 'bout the life that i've been livin'

They've put me in a mind spin

There're times when the mirror just reflects a twin

My next related kin

The dark side that's within

You see the curtain to my rage is too thin

The world keeps kickin' me on the chin

This dreadfulness is gettin' craved into my skin

Their voices made to chagrin

I've told there's hope but wherein

therein, your mind is set to begin

I've struggle not to sell my soul

But faith is just being mean,

So...

[Mad Cup]

Eu quando escrevo músicas saem coisas assim:

 

Antagonism

dirt on my shoes

predicting cataclysm

It's a road of pragmatism

leading me to the abysm

A step taken, wrong choice makin

I fell, and I can't tell...

Where have I been

This is the worst final second of an hour

that I've ever seen

I feel another world is rushing in

The one I've been til' now has made me a man of sin

Still I carry a grin

Imma tell you 'bout the life that i've been livin'

They've put me in a mind spin

There're times when the mirror just reflects a twin

My next related kin

The dark side that's within

You see the curtain to my rage is too thin

The world keeps kickin' me on the chin

This dreadfulness is gettin' craved into my skin

Their voices made to chagrin

I've told there's hope but wherein

therein, your mind is set to begin

I've struggle not to sell my soul

But faith is just being mean,

So...

:lol:

 

[infinito]

fdx, vais dizer que não tá grande rap?

[Mad Cup]

fdx, vais dizer que não tá grande rap?

:lol:

 

Não, não vou.

[Sumudica by Night]

Vergonha alheia.

[xicantonio]

Vergonha alheia.

De qual dos posts?

[P. Chagas Freitas]

façam um favor à humanidade, apaguem este tópico. cada vez que alguém posta aqui morrem 3 gatos. dos bons, não daqueles rafeiros

[infinito]

:lol:

 

Não, não vou.

 

Fdx:

 

Só para vocês 8)

 

[Marlo Stanfield]

Que rei.

[Bashir]

Afinal isto ainda não tinha batido no fundo.

[El Shafto]

tava pronto para vir meter um gif sobre a vergonha alheia, mas tenho de admitir que está francamente melhor do que aquilo que eu esperava :lol: és o maior infinito

Editado 23 Junho 2015 por Shaft Ketchum

[P. Chagas Freitas]

até o fundo do vídeo está de luto

[infinito]

Oh vocês nesta história!

 

 

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

 

Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

 

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.

 

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

 

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

 

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

 

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.

 

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

 

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

 

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

 

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?

Editado 23 Junho 2015 por infinito

[kareca]

Vês o que fazes, Barroso?

[Navilight]

Consegui aguentar a ver e ouvir uns vinte e poucos segundos de cada vídeo desta página.

[Phil]

o primeiro vídeo do tópico, a "paródia", está terrível lol

[Kimi Raikkonen]

Bom inglês infinito.

[Kendrick Lmao]

Vês o que fazes, Barroso?

:lol:

[Erwin]

o gajo do primeiro e do segundo video é meu amigo de infância :lol:

[Almeno]

looooooooooooooool

 

Mas estou como Shaft, estava à espera de muito pior. Congratz infinito, por mim passas à fase seguinte.