o de sempre

Your own personal jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who’s there
Feeling unknown
And you’re all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I’ll make you a believer
Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I’m a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal jesus...
Feeling unknown
And you’re all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I’ll make you a believer
I will deliver
You know I’m a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal jesus
Reach out and touch faith

"Assola o pais uma pulsao coloquial que poe toda a gente em estado frenetico de tagarelice, numa multiplicacao ansiosa de duos, trios, ensembles, coros. desde ospincaros de Castro Laboreiro ao Ilheu do Monchique fervem rumorejos, conversas, vozeios, brados que abafam e escamoteiam a paciencia de alguns, os vagares de muitos e o bom senso de todos. O falatorio e causa de inumeros despauterios, frouxas produtividades e mas-criacoes"

Mario de Carvalho em "Fantasia para dois Coroneis e uma Piscina"

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tommorow, no tommorow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me