Música da Semana

"These are dark times, there is no denying. Our world has perhaps faced no greater threat than it does today. But I say this to our citizenry! We, ever your servants, will continue to defend your liberty and repel the forces that seek to take it from you. Your Ministry remains strong." E assim começa outro post com o discurso do Ministro aqui no blog. Daqui a pouco eu decoro outra parte e coloco. Ainda não sei qual é a Música da Semana, então vai rolar aquele Google. Mudanda de última hora. Novo clipe do Paramore \o/ "Playing God - Paramore". Enjoy:

I can't make my own decisions
Or make any with precision
Well, maybe you should tie me up
So I don't go where you don't want me

You say that I've been changing
That I'm not just simply aging
Yeah, how could that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat

You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror

If God's the game that you're playing
Well, we must get more acquainted
Because it has to be so lonely
To be the only one who's holy

It's just my humble opinion
But it's one that I believe in
You don't deserve a point of view
If the only thing you see is you

You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror

This is the last second chance
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm half as good as it gets
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm on both sides of the fence
(I'll point you to the mirror)
Without a hint of regret
I'll hold you to it

I know you don't believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror

I know you won't believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Then break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror

"Of Course my Horse" - todo cabelo rosa do mundo.