Little ride, Little Ride
Take my hand
And we will go through
The road and the Wind

And maybe when I’m gone
You’ll be still rolling on
Cause the journey never stops
Until the end...


Little Ride, Little Ride (demo)

After so long that we’ve been
Together, I can tell that 
We’ve grow old,
And maybe deep in our 
Hearts we grew cold,
I don’t know 
I don’t know

A sweet place, tender face
To rest upon,
Your chest against mine
Hearts find a reason
to be warm
to be warm

I got a thing
About somebody else
A third party maybe a
Complete stranger
Maybe you can tell
Does it ring a bell?

Maybe the one who become your lover
Is watching the foes take cover
Under the red hotel
Does it ring a bell?

Sometimes we can sit and think
About the lonely fields in New Orleans
And the moon aswell
Does it ring a bell?

Does it ring a bell?
There’s none as far as I can tell.


Does It Ring A Bell?

You can throw yourself up
But I can tell whats on your mind

There’s nothing else that
You can do
Just sit back and
Take your time

Cuz theres a song not a lullaby 
That I want to sing to you

Pick up the pieces of that 
Broken mirror
Or I will take em’
And make em’ mine

But it’s a 
BANG BANG
Big gap of your’s babe
Shot down, got my face on the ground

But it’s a 
BANG BANG, big gap of yours babe

But it’s a 
BANG BANG
Big gap of your’s babe
I Shot down,  I shot you down

But it’s a 
BANG BANG

I can’t hear what you said to me
Pull the trigger if you feel it has to be
Like this
I know a thing grandma used to tell
Just aim to shoot
And you might feel well

                               And if I told you that it’s gonna be today
                               A-a
                               And if I told you that it’s gonna be today
                               A-a

                                                   
But it’s a 
BANG BANG
Big gap of yours babe

But it’s a 
BANG BANG

Bang Bang(Big Gap Of Yours)

We had a shack
In the city of Orleans
We just have moved in

And the neighbors are chatting around
They say we are too weird to stay

Then my mom grabed a shovel,
And scared them away...

We said
Don’t do it! Do it!
Don’t do it! Do it!
Don’t do it! Do it!
That shovel ain’t sharp enought
Maybe we could use a gun?

Well, a gipsy can sing about 
the one that she loves

Like my sister she had no eye,
But she could see you pretty much

And when Bob the Carpenter
Tried to touch her skirt

She turned around with a devil’s frown
And burned the man to the ground

We said
Don’t do it! Do it!
Don’t do it! Do it!
Don’t do it! Do it!
We don't have enought gasoline!
But then who’s gonna clean?

Don’t do it! Do it!
Don’t do it! Do it!
Do it! Do it!




Don't Do It

Branco Blu is a trio, formed on planet earth. It is composed by Est Richter on the six strings and the vocal chords, Gui Cenzi on the four strings and Wand Rodrigues on the various-sizes-tambourines. They are constantly looking for new sounds, mixing classic rock, progressive, surf and blues with the alternative from the 00`s.

Branco Blu é um trio, formado no planeta terra. É formada por Est Richter nas seis cordas e cordas vocais, Gui Cenzi nas quatro cordas e Wand Rodrigues nas caixas que fazem barulho. Eles buscam um som diferente, resgatando ao mesmo tempo o som do rock clássico, surf, progressivo e blues misturando com alternativo dos anos 00. 

Branco Blu

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