10 de jun. de 2009
5 de jun. de 2009
relíquia
A letra dessa musica foi criada por Hermes Richetti, meu pai, há 30 anos atrás quando era cantor do Grupo Impacto. Ela foi trilha da atriz principal da novela das 20h da Globo na época.
Hoje alguém do Japão fez uma edição de fotos com ela no Youtube, o que fez meu pai se emocionar muito, e eu tb, compartilho aqui.
29 de mai. de 2009
o blog da jazz foi indicado!
De repente recebi um email dizendo que o blog da jazz,
meu portifólio, foi indicado ao prêmio Top Blog.
Legal néahm?
meu portifólio, foi indicado ao prêmio Top Blog.
Legal néahm?
27 de mai. de 2009
15 de mai. de 2009
uma prévia
Assim, só posso contar que foi em Los Angeles, com uma cantora famosa de Hollywood.
Mas o melhor de tudo está ai em cima... kkkkkkkkk
13 de mai. de 2009
Time to Pretend
I'm feelin rough i'm feelin raw i'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives.
I'll move to paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We are fated to pretend.
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
Yeah i'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten. life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
We'll find some more models, everything must run its course.
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
We are fated to pretend.
Yeah yeah yeah
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives.
I'll move to paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We are fated to pretend.
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
Yeah i'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten. life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
We'll find some more models, everything must run its course.
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
We are fated to pretend.
Yeah yeah yeah
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