My hand is readymade
it’s a sculpture
don’t be afraid
My heart is fading red
it’s a rosebud
it’s small and sad

When I dream
I dream of you
when you dream
I am with you
Five o’clock
it’s time for tea
so wake up
to reality

Música:
António Olaio & João Taborda

This secret desire
wasn’t meant to be told
please, sit on my soul

I don’t wanna be vulgar
just wanna be warm
please, sit on my soul

I’m sure you won’t mind
my heart feels so cold
please, sit on my soul

You’re making me blue
I wanna be red
please, sit on my soul

Your hands on your waist
please look at my face
and sit on my soul

I know it sounds wierd
but be a dear
and sit on my soul

Música:
António Olaio & João Taborda

- What do you want for Christmas?
- I want a living doll,
not so tall ‘cause I’m so small.

- What do you want for Christmas?
- I want a star so bright,
a little light to kiss goodnight.

- What do you want for Christmas?
- I want a little pony,
for it’s so funny to give my honey.

- What do you want for Christmas?
- I want a little phone,
a call from home, for I’m alone.

- What do you want for Christmas?
- I want two pairs of shoes,
one to wear and one to lose.

- What do you want for Christmas?
- I just want a Merry Christmas.

- What do you want for Christmas?
- I just want a happy New Year.

Música:
António Olaio & João Taborda

I cut your tongue in slices
in slices tastes like ham
Your finger nails are dirty
I tear them one by one

As I feel high, I cut you low
I want your heart before you go
You can always meet your soul
don’t you cry, say ho, ho, ho

And now, you must be wondering
what happened to Henri Matisse

He lives in a house, down by the sea
his cupboards keep candies for you and for me
The pretty mermaids are combing is hair
when you knock his door, nobody is there

Your eyes need wider orbits
I throw them to the sun
all your globules, red and white, felt too tight
and now see how they run

Blood red is my favourite colour

Música:
António Olaio & João Taborda

Where are my glasses
I can't find my glasses
Without my glasses
I can't find the key
Without the key
I can't open that drawer
If I can't open that drawer
I can't get my gun
Without my gun I can't have no fun

You think I'm good
But I am wicked
You think I'm good
'cause I haven't got my gun
If I had my gun
I would be my true me
Do Re Me
I would be my true me

Do Re Me

Música:
António Olaio & João Taborda

Walking on the street
I like everyone i meet
Walking in my home
with my telephone
Walking on the beach
I feed the little fish

For my heart is just like a lullaby
I hate the sight of blood and a children's cry
My heart is just like a lullaby
I hate the sight of blood and a children's cry

All your worries are illusions
all your troubles are confusions
Send your heart to Lord
send your heart to love
send your heart to mine

I've seen the light
I have seen the light
Let me show you the way
I've seen the light
Let me show you your way
I've seen the light

Música:
António Olaio & João Taborda

My sunset tVs
can show you
how sky is blue
my sunset TVs
for me and you

On my sunset TVs
you can rely
for my sunset TVs
will never die

When Autumn
becomes Winter
and Winter
becomes Spring
electric light in Summer
isn’t hotter
than it used to be

Música:
António Olaio & João Taborda

If I wasn’t an artist I would like to be
a fish in the ocean, a shoe in the sea
If I wasn’t an artist I would like to be
a bush, a strawberry or a pine tree
If I wasn’t an artist I would like to be
a house or a home, or a whole family

If I wasn’t an artist I what could I be?
wing of a bird, wing of a bee
the ugliest flower, prettiest flee
hat of a stranger, strangest me
strangest me

Música:
António Olaio & João Taborda

I'm invisible
but i can see
I can see everithing but me

Two girls in a bus, a guy in a train
a yellow umbrella under heavy rain
a shooting star, a growing tree
a wooden guitar, a fish in the sea

Música:
António Olaio & João Taborda

I'm growing hearts in my garden
I'm growing heads in my head
Too many dreams in my dreams
so many pillows in my bed

My hearts grow like potatoes
my hearts grow underground
With your feet you can hear the heart beat
and that's a beautiful sound

My grass is turning beautifully red
It's not the colour of blood
it's the colour of red rainbows
and it's the colour of love

Música:
António Olaio & João Taborda