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Beer Culture
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Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair!
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind!
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Flores do Brasil
05:57
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Rio, as pedras pulsam na manhã grená
Frio, vejo arrepios na vela azul crepom do mar
As folhas caem no jardim de alá
Ah, porque no outono o coração dói mais
Rio, o verde vibra na manhã lilás
Frio, copacabana é um cartão postal vazio
E o batimento das marés é blues
É jazz, o sol enfeita a zona sul de luz em vão, em paz
Pardais, passeiam sobre o vidigal em paz
Flamingos flanam na rocinha em paz
Rio de maio acorda quase em paz
Bem perto de mim,
Dois sabiás se amam perto de mim
Adolescentes beijam perto de mim
Ai, que saudade de você e de mim
Os beijos de amor na tarde sem fim
Se fosse um filme a nossa vida era assim
Um beijo imenso, um mar cantando jobim
O grande amor se reprisando a vida inteira
Tom, as pedras pulsam na manhã grená
Frio, vejos arrepios na vela azul crepom do mar
As folhas caem no jardim de alá
Ah, o outono faz o coração doer demais...
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Todd Hunter Los Angeles, California
Todd Hunter is a jazz pianist based in Los Angeles. He started his career as a teenager playing gigs in San Diego, his hometown. Todd decided to move to New York City in the mid 80's and eventually settled in Los Angeles. Todd has shared the stage with an incredible list of musicians including: Stevie Wonder, Natalie Cole, Ivan Lins and Nancy Wilson. Todd's current gig is with Dionne Warwick. ... more
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