I'll see you on the Dark Side of the Moon.... [Pink Floyd]

Eu Cresci ouvindo Pink Floyd, não conheço porra nenhuma, mas é istintivo ouvir reconhecer e gostar. por isso que eu sabia que tinha baixado o Dark Side Of The Moon errado, Hoje eu baixei o certo e é foda :face:

Adivinhem a musica:
Passa cu, passa cu, passa cu, passa cu uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Varg Vikernes escreveu:Adivinhem a musica:
Passa cu, passa cu, passa cu, passa cu uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

???

deve ser um funk

Renato Gilmour −▲═ escreveu:

Varg Vikernes escreveu:Adivinhem a musica:
Passa cu, passa cu, passa cu, passa cu uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

???

deve ser um funk

hahahah
como previsto...
Atom Heart Mother

passa cu

Renato Gilmour −▲═ escreveu:

Essa é a música mais calma de todas!
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Pois é, tava ouvindo agora pra desestressar ;)

Lembrei agora que eu não tinha postado nada!


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Sid escreveu:

Obrigado pela contribuição

Sid escreveu:

Renato Manzarek escreveu:

Sid escreveu:

Obrigado pela contribuição

lol de nada. sabia que você curtia pistols.

Dorgas mano

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Markus escreveu:

Spoiler:

Spoiler:

And what exactly is a dream?
And what exactly is a joke?

Spoiler:

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells

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