Maestro ou "O Curta de Animação que Realmente Merecia o Oscar"

Are you ready to rock and roll?

Frankie Lymon (born Frank Lymon in Harlem, New York on September 30, 1942 – February 27, 1968) was the leader of a New York City-based early rock and roll group called The Teenagers. The group included five boys, all in their early-to-mid teens. The original lineup included three black members, Jimmy Merchant and Sherman Garnes, and two Puerto Rican members, Herman Santiago and Joe Negroni.

The group released their debut single, "Why Do Fools Fall in Love", to phenomenal success. A Top 40 success at age 13, Lymon was perhaps the first African-American teen idol. After several hits, including "I'm Not a Juvenile Delinquent", "I Want You to Be My Girl", and "Baby, Baby", Lymon's manager attempted to turn him into a solo artist, leaving his old friends in the group behind in London on their London Palladium tour. Neither Lymon's solo career nor the group's attempts to carry on were successful. On Februrary 27, 1968, Lymon was found dead from a heroin overdose.

Lymon was credited as songwriter on "Why Do Fools Fall in Love", but his authorship was disputed. In December 1992, the United States federal courts ruled that Herman Santiago and Jimmy Merchant, original members of the group, were co-authors of the song. However, in 1996 the ruling was reversed by the Court of Appeals for the 2nd Circuit (on the basis of the statute of limitations), and authorship of "Why Do Fools Fall in Love" currently remains in the names of Frankie Lymon and Morris Levy, not Herman Santiago and Jimmy Merchant [1].

The film Why Do Fools Fall in Love is a fictionalized version of his story, told from the point of view of three of his ex-wives jousting over royalties from the title song.

Frankie Lymon & the Teenagers were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1993, and the Vocal Group Hall of Fame in 2000. Diana Ross's remake of "Why Do Fools Fall in Love" was a hit in 1981.

Sr. Carne

Por que que tu não muda de dieta?
Isso leva á hipertensão e também a um derrame... ou doença cardiovascular.
Depois que suas artérias se entupirem não dá pra disupilar!
Deixa de ser otário meu irmão.
Tu sabe muito bem que em abobrinha ninguém vai acreditar!
Desculpa me meter em assunto que não é meu.
Já cansei de tanta merda e o bicho vai pegar se tu não se cuidar!

Freddy Got Fingered Trailer - Tom Green

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKe7h1211CE

10 bons motivos para parar de fumar.

1 - Em 20 minutos a pressão arterial e os batimentos cardíacos retornam ao normal
2 - Em 8 horas os níveis de monóxido de carbono retornam ao normal
3 - Em 1 dia há redução do risco de ataque cardíaco
4 - Em 3 dias há relaxamento dos brônquios e aumento da capacidade respiratória
5 - De 2 a 12 semana melhora a circulação
6 - Entre poucos dias e algumas semanas (dependendo do quanto e por quanto tempo a pessoa fumava) o paladar e o olfato se recuperam completamente
7 - De 1 a 9 meses há redução de tosse, infecções e ocorre melhora da capacidade respiratória
8 - Em 1 ano o risco de doença coronária cai pela metade
9 - De 10 a 15 anos o risco de doença coronariana se iguala ao de uma pessoa que nunca fumou
10 - De 15 a 20 anos o risco de câncer se aproxima do risco de uma pessoa que nunca fumou

Rainer Maria "Catastrophe"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5BkZ_f4DXw

All the dams will give at the end,
at the end, at the end of the world.
Will you swim for me?
And the lights could go at any time,
any time, any time, any time.
How will you look for me?

Catastrophe keeps us together.
We're the architects of the world.
We're taking it all apart.

And the bridges will burn at the end,
at the end, at the end of the world.
How will we cross the seas?
And the plans have got to hold--a destination
that you and I can rely on for sure.
I want you to find me.

Catastrophe keeps us together.
We're the architects of the world.
We're taking it all apart.
Do you think we could go on forever
when the architects of the war
are handing out the swords?

But I've got a plan.
I'm gonna find you
at the end
of the world,
at the end
of the world.

All the dams will give at the end
at the end, at the end of the world.
So will you swim for me?
And our eyes could go at any time,
any time, any time, any time.
So how will you look for, how will you look,
how will you look for me?

Catastrophe keeps us together.
We're the architects of the world,
and we're taking it all apart.
Do you think we can go on forever
when the architects of the war
are handing out the swords?

Well I've got a plan.
I'm gonna find you,
I'm gonna find you
at the end of the world,
at the end of the world,
at the end of the world . . .

I've got a plan.
I'm gonna find you.
I'm gonna find you
at the end.

My Little Brown Fox Pursues Dwarfs

A dwarf is a short humanoid creature in Norse mythology as well as other Germanic mythologies, fairy tales, fantasy fiction and role-playing games. Its plural was traditionally dwarfs, but Tolkien used the plural dwarves, which has gone into general usage. Dwarves are much like humans, but generally living underground or in mountainous areas. Here they have heaped up countless treasures of gold, silver, and precious stones, and pass their time in fabricating costly armour. They are famed miners and smiths although, like humans, they specialise in any number of trades. Generally shorter than humans, they are on average stockier and hairier, usually sporting full beards. Dwarvish smiths created some of the greatest and most powerful items of power in Norse mythology, such as the magic chain which bound the wolf, Fenris.

Full Ani concert @ Tinley Park

In a coffee shop in a city
Which is every coffee shop in every city
On a day which is every day
I picked up a magazine
Which is every magazine
Read a story, and then forgot it right away

They say goldfish have no memory
I guess their lives are much like mine
And the little plastic castle
Is a surprise every time
And it's hard to say if they're happy
But they don't seem much to mind

From the shape of your shaved head
I recognized your silhoutte
As you walked out of the sun and sat down
And the sight of your sleepy smile
Eclipsed all the other people
As they paused to sneer at the two girls
From out of town

I said, look at you this morning
You are, by far, the cutest
But be careful getting coffee
I think these people want to shoot us
Or maybe there's some kind of local competition here
To see who can be the rudest

People talk
About my image
Like I come in two dimensions
Like lipstick is a sign of my declining mind
Like what I happen to be wearing
The day that someone takes a picture
Is my new statement for all of womankind

I wish they could see us now
In leather bras and rubber shorts
Like some ridiculous team uniform
For some ridculous new sport
Quick someone call the girl police
And file a report

In a coffe shop in a city
Which is every coffee shop in every city
On a day which is every day

My Life Before Fucking Paloma Duarte.