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As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and class less and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

John Lennon

O melhor do mundo

São as crianças:

Abel Carneiro
Sinto-me agradado consigo senhor primeiro-ministro, tenho 14 anos e percebo alguma coisa de política e achei que ontem, em português correcto "esmagou Sócrates na arena".

Abel Carneiro(14 anos)
Só desejo que nestas eleições Portugal saia a lucrar com elas. Para isso temos todos nós de dar apoio ao senhor primeiro-ministro. Força Portugal, logo Força PPD/PSD. Abel Carneiro 14 anos P. Lima.

in Apoiantes, sitio legislativas 2005 PPD/PSD

Espelho

Hoje sinto-me assim, como o dia.
Olho pela janela e vejo-me ao espelho.
Vejo-me nas tristemente cinzentas nuvens,
No bramir gélido do vento,
No abandono das arvores nuas.
Hoje sou inverno tardio,
Que chega e vem para ficar.

Hope

You want to go out Friday
And you want to go forever.
You know that it sounds childish
That you've dreamt of alligators.
You hope that we are all with you
And you hope that you're recognized
You want to go forever
You see it in my eyes.
I'm lost in the confusion
And it doesn't seem to matter
You really can't believe it
And you hope it's getting better.

You want to trust the doctors
Their procedure is the best
But the last try was a failure
And the intern was a mess.
They did the same to Matthew
And he bled 'til Sunday night
They're saying don't be frightened
But you're weakened by the sight of it
You lock into a pattern
And you know that it's the last ditch
You're trying to see through it
And it doesn't make sense
But they're saying don't be frightened
And they're killing alligators
And they're hog-tied
And accepting of the struggle

You want to trust religion
And you know it's allegory
But the people who are followers
Have written their own story.
So you look up to the heavens
And you hope that it's a spaceship
And it's something from your childhood
Your thinking don't be frightened

You want to climb the ladder
You want to see forever
You want to go out Friday
And you want to go forever.
And you want to cross your DNA
To cross your DNA with something reptile.
And you're questioning the sciences
And questioning religion
You're looking like an idiot
And you no longer care.
And you want to bridge the schism,
The built in mechanism to protect you.
And you're looking for salvation
And you're looking for deliverance
You're looking like an idiot
And you no longer care.
You want to climb the ladder
You want to see forever.
You want to go out Friday
You want to go forever

REM

Campanha eleitoral

Ando muito atento e preocupado com a pré-campanha eleitoral.Boato daqui, boato dali e mais não sei o que...ideias que é bom nada (vide o paupérrimo debate de quinta-feira).Ora como isto já chateia deixo aqui um conselho ao socrates (minuscula intencional) : Vá até aqui , faça o teste e mande publicar os resultados em cartazes catitas de norte a sul do país. Irra! cambada de coitadinhos...