Father John Misty - The Ideal Husband

Julian, he's gonna take my files

Every woman that I've slept with
Every friendship I've neglected
Didn't call when grandma died
I spend my money getting drunk and high

I've done things unprotected
Proceeded to drive home wasted
Bought things to win over siblings
I've said awful things, such awful things

And now, now it's out
And now, now it's out

Julian, he's gonna take my files

Telling people jokes to shut them up
Resenting people that I love
Sleep in 'til two then doin' shit
Just stay in bed and later lie 'bout it

Obsessing over graying hair
Knowing just what people wanna hear
Binging on unearned attention
I've said awful things, such awful things

And now, now it's out
And now, now it's out

I came by at seven in the morning
Seven in the morning, seven in the morning
I came by at seven in the morning
I said, "Baby, I'm finally succumbing!"

Said something dumb like, "I'm tired of running
Tired of running, tired of running!"
Let's put a baby in the oven
Wouldn't I make the ideal husband?

Father John Misty - She Cleans Up

I had a vision that Mary of Magdalene
Saw the future that awaits us just before Good Friday eve
Figured the wages of salvation were a little too steep
Said no one's fucking with my baby
Lord, and got armed to the teeth

Cleaning up
Cleaning up
Clean up
She cleans up

What is the one about the female alien
Scarlett drives the Scottish countryside inside of a white van
Oh, I dreamt about it last night, and it did my whole day in
Undid something man, I'm never gonna touch that shit again

Cleaning up
Clеaning up
She cleans up
Cleaning up

I know just how this thing еnds
Hallelujah, women, they got me confused with him, oh no
I get just how this thing ends
Hallelujah, baby, I know who butters my bread

"When was the accident?", well, I presume you mean
The condition of the silk kimono that didn't come cheap
Now, did you sit down in a crime scene?
Just don't look between your knees
Man, it's certainly a look, did she at least get the movie?

Cleaning up
Cleaning up
She cleans up
Cleaning up

Use your discretion, so I don't have to use mine
I spent a hundred bucks on gas, baby, let's just have a good time
How do you atone for your son now the rabbit's got the gun?
She ain't joining you for dinner, been on the menu too long

Cleaning up
Cleaning up
She cleans up
Cleaning up

I know just how this thing ends
Hallelujah, guess we gave the karmic wheel a spin, oh yeah
I know just how this thing ends
The aggrieved becomes aggressor and we do it all again

Take it from a demon who can say I've never said
Take it from a demon that the devil don't protect his friends
Take it from a demon, he'll never work in this town again
Take it from a demon, he'll make sure an angel goes down next

I know just how this thing ends
The misogynist's daughter made him rethink what he said
I know just how this thing ends
She has trouble reconciling pops with the things that she read

I know just how this thing ends
Hundred billion babies born every millennium, oh no
I know just how this thing ends
Man, I hope nobody messes with the wrong rejected men, oh

I know just how this thing ends
Sure your politics are perfect with the gun against your head
I know just how this thing ends
It's a good thing God gave us someone on whom we can depend to
Clean up

Chelsea Wolfe - Feral Love

Run from the light
Your eyes black like an animal
Deep in the water

I care for no one but the offspring of your mind
Run from the one who comes to find you
Wait for the night that comes to hide

Your eyes black like an animal
Black like an animal
Crossing the water
Lead them to die

We press for the water, press for the river, press for the rain
We press for the water, press for the river, press for the pain

We press for the water, we press for the water
We press for the water, we press for the water

'Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow

If He Had Changed My Name

Música de Nina Simone

I told Jesus it would be alright if He changed my name
I told Jesus it would be alright if He changed my name
I told Jesus it would be alright if He changed my name

And He told me that I would go hungry if He changed my name
And He told me that I would go hungry if He changed my name
Yes, He told me that I would go hungry if He changed my name

But I told Jesus it would be alright if He changed my name
I told Jesus it would be alright if He changed my name
So I told Him it would be alright and the world would hate me
That I would go hungry if He changed my name

Compositores: Robert Mac Gimsey

Lola Young - Messy

You know I'm impatient
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station
When it was like minus four degrees?
And I, I get what you're sayin'
I just really don't wanna hear it right now
Can you shut up for like once in your life?

Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice
About how you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn 33
Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney
I'm not skinny, and I pull a Britney every other week
But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?

Because I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?

And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate, you hate

It's taking you ages
You still don't get the hint, I'm not asking for pages
But one text or two would be nice
And please, don't pull those faces
When I've been out working my ass off all day
It's just one bottle of wine or two, but hey
You can't even talk, you smoke weed just to help you sleep
Then why you out getting stoned at four o'clock
And then you come home to me?
And don't say hello 'cause I got high again and forgot to fold my clothes

'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?

And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot

Oh, and I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?

And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot

Compositores: Lola Young, Conor Dickinson

Valter Lobo - Oeste

Pontas soltas vão cair aos pés
Num oeste onde eu não dançava
Foi o som, foi a luz em si
Foi a sorte que eu não contava

Só de te abraçar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo mais
A música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-se
Só de ver dançar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo mais
A música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-se

Põe-se o sol, vem a lua, abro o peito
No oeste teu somos valsas
Ameaçou e atingiu a preceito
Foi queda sem um amparo

Só de te abraçar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo mais
A música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-se
Só de ver dançar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo mais
A música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-se
Ai meu amor

Só de te abraçar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo mais
A música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-se
Só de ver dançar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo mais
A música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-se

Só de te abraçar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo mais
A música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-se
Só de ver dançar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo mais
A música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-se
Ai meu amor

Bob Dylan - Visions of Johanna

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

La fontaine de sang

Le vin de ses vaisseaux
Au rythme de son cœur
Coule et donne à boire
À des bouches au hasard

Mille et une personnes
Des amis, des amants
Viennent boire impunément
Des gorgées de son sang

Des hommes, les hommes, ces hommes
Gastrolâtres et gourmands
Viendront dévaliser
La fontaine de sang

Des hommes, les hommes, ces hommes
Gastrolâtres et gourmands
Viendront dévaliser toute
La fontaine de sang
Sa fontaine de sang

Viendront dévaliser toute
La fontaine de sang
Sa fontaine

La ration des enfants
Est gobée librement
L'insatiable parent
A tué ses enfants

La fontaine tarie, elle
Retrouvera la vie
Une fois que ses ennemis
Ne seront plus de son temps

Compositores: Alexis Delong / Nicolas Subrechicot / Pierre Cheguillaume / Zaho de Sagazan

Mojo Pin

Uh-uh, ah-ah, ah, uh-uh
Oh-oh, ah-ah, ah-ah
Uh, uh-uh, uh, uh
Oh-oh, uh-uh

I'm lying in my bed
The blanket is warm
This body will never be safe from harm
Still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal
Touch my skin to keep me whole

Oh, if only you'd come back to me
If you laid at my side
Wouldn't need no mojo pin
To keep me satisfied

Don't want to weep for you
Don't want to know
I'm blind and tortured, the white horses flow
The memories fire
The rhythms fall slow
Black beauty, I love you so

Oh, precious, precious silver and gold
And pearls in oyster's flesh
Drop down we two to serve and pray to love
Born again from the rhythm
Screaming down from heaven
Ageless, ageless, I'm there in your arms

Don't want to weep for you
I don't want to know
I'm blind and tortured, the white horses flow
The memories fire
The rhythms fall slow
Black beauty, I love you so
So, so, so
So

Oh, the welts of your scorn, my love, give me more
Send whips of opinion down my back, give me more
Well it's you I've waited my life to see
It's you I've searched so hard for

Don't want to weep for you
Don't want to know
I'm blind and tortured, the white horses flow
The memories fire
The rhythms fall slow
Black beauty, I love you so, so
Black, black, black beauty

Compositores: Gary Michael Lucas / Jeffery Buckley

And the times never right when you’re losing a soul

 

The summer breeze, the days were long
Meadow haze so callowly, those child eyes
I used to feel the feelings
Love that I once said I’d never rile
The burden of life… just won’t leave us alone
And the times never right… when your trading the sun
All the love of generations
Generations gone for reasons, that I know
But all the times I’ve lost my way
Crept inside, tried not to sway
Like pebbles on the shore
The burden of life… just won’t leave us alone
And the times never right… when we’re trading the sun
So all the fire, the fear, the why
The wisdom why you want it now
No Answers… are there
No Answers… of why
Cos the burden of life just won’t leave us alone
And the times never right when you’re losing a soul

Burden Of Life
Canção de Beth Gibbons

The Last Dinner Party - Nothing Matters

I have my sentence now
At last, I know just how you felt
I dig my fingers in, expecting more than just the skin
'Cause we're a lot alike
In favor, like a motorbike
A sailor and a nightingale
Dancing in convertibles

And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters

We've got the highway tight
The moon is bursting with headlights
One more and we're away
Love tender in your Chevrolet

And we're a lot alike
In favor, like a motorbike
A sailor and a nightingale
Dancing in convertibles

And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters

Even when the cold comes crashing through
I'm putting all my bets on you
I hope they never understand us

I put my heart inside your palms
My home in your arms
Now we know nothing matters
Nothing matters

And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
And you can hold me, like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters, ooh

Compared to What?

I love the lie and lie the love
A-Hangin' on, with push and shove
Possession is the motivation
that is hangin' up the God-damn nation
Looks like we always end up in a rut (everybody now!)
Tryin' to make it real, compared to what? C'mon baby!

Slaughterhouse is killin' hogs
Twisted children killin' frogs
Poor dumb rednecks rollin' logs
Tired old lady kissin' dogs
I hate the human love of that stinking mutt (I can't use it!)
Try to make it real, compared to what? C'mon baby now!

The President, he's got his war
Folks don't know just what it's for
Nobody gives us rhyme or reason
Have one doubt, they call it treason
We're chicken-feathers, all without one nut. God damn it!
Tryin' to make it real, compared to what? (Sock it to me)

Church on Sunday, sleep and nod
Tryin' to duck the wrath of God
Preacher's fillin' us with fright
They all tryin' to teach us what they think is right
They really got to be some kind of nut (I can't use it!)
Tryin' to make it real, compared to what?

Where's that bee and where's that honey?
Where's my God and where's my money?
Unreal values, crass distortion
Unwed mothers need abortion
Kind of brings to mind ol' young King Tut (He did it now)
Tried to make it real, compared to what?!

Tryin' to make it real, compared to what?

Donald Dean, Leroy Vinnegar, Benny Bailey, Eddie Harris

"Compared to What" is a protest song written by Gene McDaniels. It was recorded by Roberta Flack in February 1969 for her debut album First Take, but became better known following a performance by Les McCann (piano and vocals) and Eddie Harris (tenor saxophone) at the Montreux Jazz Festival in June of that year. 

My heart, my love, my Lord, my only bride

I Have Trembled My Way Deep
Canção de Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

I have trembled my way deep into surrender
I have stretched my aching body across the world
I have stood at the threshold of your wonder
Bid me enter, Lord, allow me to unfold

Lay your golden head upon my breast
Pierce me deep and usher me inside
Your threshold where I will eternal rest

My heart, my love, my Lord, my only bride
My heart, my love, my Lord, my one true bride
Sanctuary where the eternal yearning rest
Unpetal me and burst me open wide
And lay your shining head upon my breast

Compositores: Nicholas Cave / Warren Ellis

Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - God Is In The House

We've laid the cables and the wires
We've split the wood and stoked the fires
We've lit our town so there is no
Place for crime to hide
Our little church is painted white
And in the safety of the night
We all go quiet as a mouse
For the word is out
That God is in the house
God is in the house
God is in the house
No cause for worry now
God is in the house

Moral sneaks in the White House
Computer geeks in the school house
Drug freaks in the crack house
We don't have that stuff here
We have a tiny little force
Yeah, but we need them of course
For the kittens in the trees
And at night we are on our knees
As quiet as a mouse
For God is in the house
God is in the house
God is in the house
And no one's left in doubt
God is in the house

Homos roaming the streets in packs
Queer bashers with tyre-jacks
Lesbian counter-attacks
That stuff is for the big cities
Our town is very pretty
We have a pretty little square
We have a woman for a mayor
Our policy is firm but fair
Now that God is in the house
God is in the house
God is in the house
Any day now He'll come out
God is in the house

Well-meaning little therapists
Goose-stepping twelve-stepping Teatotalitarianists
The tipsy, the reeling and the drop down pissed
We got no time for that stuff here
Zero crime and no fear
We've bred all our kittens white
So that you can see them in the night
And at night we're on our knees
As quiet as a mouse
Since the word got out
From the North down to the South
For no-one's left in doubt
There's no fear about
If we all hold hands and very quietly shout
Hallelujah
God is in the house
Oh I wish He would come out
God is in the house

IDLES - GRACE

Give me grace, make me pure
When they're knocking at my door
Make me safe, away from harm
Hold me in my brother's arms
Make me pure

I will not take when I fall
Be the answer to my call
When you need, I will come
I will wage his war is won
Make me pure

No god, no king
I said, love is the thing
No crown, no ring
I said, love is the thing
No god, no king
I said, love is the thing

Give me grace, give me light
Hold me up as I take flight
Make me safe, away from harm
Please caress my swollen heart
Make me pure

I'll be your hands
I'll be your spine
I will hear your burdened cries
I will give myself to you

No god, no king
I said, love is the thing
No crown, no ring
I said, love is the thing
No god, no king
I said, love is the thing

Sérgio Godinho - Etelvina

 Etelvina com seis meses já se tinha de pé

Foi deixada num cinema depois da matuinée
Com um recado na lapela que dizia assim
Quem tomar conta de mim
Quem tomar conta de mim
Saiba que fui vacinada
Saiba que sou malcriada

Etelvina com dezasseis anos já conhecia
Todos os reformatórios da terra onde vivia
Entregaram-na a uma velha que ralhava assim
Ai menina sem juizo
Nem mereces um sorriso
Vais acabar num bueiro
Sem futuro nem dinheiro

"Eu durmo sozinha à noite
Vou dormir à beira rio à noite, à noite
Acocorada com o frio à noite, à noite, à noite, à noite, à noite"

Etelvina era da rua como outros são do campo
Sua cama era um caixote sem paredes nem tampo
Sua janela uma ponte que dizia assim:
Dentro das minhas cidades
Já não sei quem é ladrão
Se um que anda fora de grades
Se outro que está na prisão

Etelvina só gostava era de andar pela cidade
A semear desacatos e a colher tempestades
A meter-se c'os ricaços, a dizer assim:
Você que passa de carro
Ferre aqui a ver se eu deixo
Venha cá que eu já o agarro
Dou-lhe um pontapé no queixo

"Eu durmo sozinha à noite
Vou dormir à beira rio à noite, à noite
Acocorada com o frio à noite, à noite, à noite, à noite, à noite"

Etelvina já cansada de viver sem ninguém
A não ser de vez em quando amores de vai e vem
Pôs um anúncio no jornal que dizia assim:
Mulher desembaraçada
Quer viver com alma irmã
De quem não seja criada
De quem não seja mamã

Etelvina já sabia que não ia encontrar
Nem um príncipe encantado nem um lobo do mar
Só alguém com quem pudesse dizer assim:
O amor já não é cego
Abre os olhinhos à gente
Faz lutar com mais apego
A quem quer vida diferente

O seu homem encontro-o à noite
A dormir à beira rio, à noite, à noite
Acocorado com frio à noite, à noite, à noite, à noite, à noite

Liberdade

Abaixo o pão, habitação
Saúde e educação
Abaixo o pão, habitação
Saúde e educação

Viemos com o peso do passado e da semente
Esperar tantos anos, torna tudo mais urgente
E a sede de uma espera só se estanca na torrente
E a sede de uma espera só se estanca na torrente

Vivemos tantos anos a falar pela calada
Só se pode querer tudo quando não se teve nada
Só quer a vida cheia quem teve a vida parada
Só quer a vida cheia quem teve a vida parada

Aí
Só há liberdade a sério
Quando houver

A paz, o pão, habitação
Saúde, educação
Só há liberdade a sério quando houver
Liberdade de mudar e decidir
Quando pertencer ao povo o que o povo produzir
E quando pertencer ao povo o que o povo produzir

Viemos com o peso do passado e da semente
Esperar tantos anos, torna tudo mais urgente
E a sede de uma espera só se estanca na torrente
E a sede de uma espera só se estanca na torrente

Vivemos tantos anos a falar pela calada
Só se pode querer tudo quando não se teve nada
Só quer a vida cheia quem teve a vida parada
Só quer a vida cheia quem teve a vida parada

Aí
Só há liberdade a sério
Quando houver

A paz, o pão, habitação, saúde, educação
Só há liberdade a sério quando houver
Liberdade de mudar e decidir
Quando pertencer ao povo o que o povo produzir
E quando pertencer ao povo o que o povo produzir

Viemos com o peso do passado e da semente
Esperar tantos anos, torna tudo mais urgente
E a sede de uma espera só se estanca na torrente
E a sede de uma espera só se estanca na torrente

Vivemos tantos anos a falar pela calada
Só se pode querer tudo quando não se teve nada
Só quer a vida cheia quem teve a vida parada
Só quer a vida cheia quem teve a vida parada

Aí
Só há liberdade a sério
Quando houver

A paz, o pão, habitação, saúde, educação
Só há liberdade a sério quando houver
Liberdade de mudar e decidir
Quando pertencer ao povo o que o povo produzir
E quando pertencer ao povo o que o povo produzir

A paz, o pão, habitação, saúde, educação...

Sérgio Godinho

Romance De Um Dia Na Estrada

Andava já há vinte dias
Ao frio, ao vento e à fome
Às escondidas da sorte
Um dia fraco, outro forte
Que o dia em que se não come
É um dia a menos para a morte
Um dia fraco, outro forte

Quando um barulho de cama
A voltar-se de impaciente
Me fez parar de repente
Era noite e o casarão
Não tinhas lados nem frente
Dentro havia luz e pão
Me fez parar de repente

Ó da casa, abram-me a porta
Fiz as luzes se apagarem
Cheguei-me mais à janela
Vi acender-se uma vela
Passos de mulher andarem
E uma mulher muito bela
Chegou-se mais à janela

Não tenhas medo, eu não trago
Nem ódio nem espingardas
Trago paz numa viola
Quase que não fui à escola
Mas aprendi nas estradas
O amor que te consola
Trago paz numa viola

Meu marido foi pra longe
Tomar conta das herdades
Ela disse "Companheiro"
Eu disse "Vem", ela "Tu primeiro"
"Tu que me falas de estradas"
"E eu só conheço um carreiro"
Ela disse "Companheiro"

A contas com a nossa noite
Afundados num colchão
Entre arcas e um reposteiro
Descobrimos um vulcão
Era o mês de Fevereiro
E o Inverno se fez Verão
Descobrimos um vulcão

E eu que falava de estradas
E só conhecia atalhos
E ela a mostrar-me caminhos
Entre chaminés e orvalhos
Pela manhã, sem agasalhos
Voltei a rumos sozinhos
E ela a mostrar-me caminhos

Andarei mais vinte dias
ao frio, ao vento e à fome
Às escondidas da sorte
Um dia fraco, outro forte
Que o dia em que se não come
É um dia a menos para a morte
Um dia fraco, outro forte
Um dia fraco, outro forte

O Cabral Fugiu para Espanha

Ele que só nos trouxe a
Maior miséria encontra-se a pagar
A sua vilania num exílio vergonhoso
Em terra de Espanha
Provou-se que o povo tinha razão e
Provou-se também que a unidade de
Todos os cidadãos há-de levar de vencida
Essa corte corrupta e indigna
Temos de exigir medidas revolucionárias ao
Nosso governo não podemos
Permitir que o Duque de
Palmela, o nosso ministro, continue
Nas mesmas águas turvas do Costa
Cabral se não é
Capaz de tomar medidas que sirvam o povo
Que vá para lá outro

Aprende Rainha aprende mede bem o teu poder
Tu dum lado o povo d'outro
Qual dos dois há-de vencer

O Cabral fugiu p'ra Espanha
Com uma carga de sardinha
Com a pressa que levava
Nem disse adeus à Rainha

Viva a Maria da Fonte
Ve com esporas de prata a cavalo na Rainha
Com o Saldanha á arreata

O Cabral queria ser rei
A mulher quer ser rainha
Foram-se os Cabrais embora
Só ficou a Luisinha

O Cabral fugiu para Espanha
Já lá vai para a Galiza
Com a pressa que levava
Nem disse adeus à Luisa