London calling to the faraway towns Now war is declared - and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come out of the cupboard,you boys and girls London calling, now don't look to us Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain't got no swing 'Cept for the reign of that truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin Engines stop running, but I have no fear Cause London is drowning and I, live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, you can go at it alone London calling to the zombies of death Quit holding out - and draw another breath London calling - and I don't wanna shout But while we were talking I saw you nodding out London calling, see we ain't got no high Except for that one with the yellowy eyes
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin A nuclear era, but I have no fear Cause London is drowning and I, I live by the river
Now get this London calling, yes, I was there, too An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true! London calling at the top of the dial And after all this, won't you give me a smile? London Calling
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My kind of town....
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Hi, Absinto, I agree!:)
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London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared - and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard,you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the reign of that truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I, live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go at it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out - and draw another breath
London calling - and I don't wanna shout
But while we were talking I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear era, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I, I live by the river
Now get this
London calling, yes, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
And after all this, won't you give me a smile?
London Calling
I never felt so much alike, like-a, like-a...
('London Calling' The Clash)
CR
Moscatel de Setúbal é muito bom!...Fresquinho então!...
Visitar algumas cidades na Europa é uma boa maneira de fazer dieta...
Viva a comidinha portuguesa!Ah!... e o vinhinho também!...de Norte a Sul!
CR,
foi precisamente deles que me lembrei ao fazer o título deste post!:)
Acho que Londres evoca este refrão, tal como Viena evoca de imediato "The hills come alive with the sound of music..."
;))
London is Calling me too! Brighton as well ;) descobri seu canto atraves do Mario Gonçalves (restaurante fim da blogosfera) abraços
Oi Wellington! Bem Vindo a bordo!
Senhores passageiros queiram por favor desligar telemóveis e laptops!...;))
Nãoooooooooooo! desligar o meu portátil nãooooooooooooo!;))
Gosto tanto de drama!;))
Londres nesta altura do ano não tem mesmo graça nenhuma!!! é tudo para turista ver...
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