Biografia:
Douglas Noël Adams (Cambridge, 11 de março de 1952 — Santa Bárbara, 11 de maio de 2001) foi um escritor e comediante britânico, famoso por ter escrito esquetes para a série televisiva Monty Python's Flying Circus, junto com os integrantes desse grupo de humor nonsense, e pela série de rádio, jogos e livros The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Os fãs e amigos de Adams o descreveram também como um ativista ambiental, um assumido ateísta radical e amante dos automóveis possantes
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
'MARVIN' (Adams/Moore/Sinclair)
Bm (G or A) then B
I'm just a robot and I know my place
A metal servant to the human race
I work my can off trying to satisfy
I know they'll disconnect me by and by
Bm .... A (B)
Marvin...!
Chip on my shoulder made of silicon
My printed circuit's like a lexicon
Ten billion logic functions, maybe more
They make me pick the paper off the floor
G F# F B
Solitary solinoid Terminally paranoid, Marvin
B / A / G / E
Know what makes me really mad?
They clean me with a Brillo Pad
A carwash wouldn't be so bad
Life? Don't talk to me about life
I'm so depressed I could expectorate
My moving parts are in a squalid state
I want to rust in peace, switch off and lie
In that great junk yard in the sky
Nothing left to be enjoyed
Every diode rheumatoid
Outer alloy Inner void
Happiness has been destroyed
'MARVIN'S LULLABY'
C Em Am (F, Dm, F7)
Now the world has gone to bed
Darkness won't engulf my head
I can see by infra-red
C G C
How I hate the night
Now I lay me down to sleep
Try to count electric sheep
Sweet dream wishes you can keep
How I hate the night
Bm (G or A) then B
I'm just a robot and I know my place
A metal servant to the human race
I work my can off trying to satisfy
I know they'll disconnect me by and by
Bm .... A (B)
Marvin...!
Chip on my shoulder made of silicon
My printed circuit's like a lexicon
Ten billion logic functions, maybe more
They make me pick the paper off the floor
G F# F B
Solitary solinoid Terminally paranoid, Marvin
B / A / G / E
Know what makes me really mad?
They clean me with a Brillo Pad
A carwash wouldn't be so bad
Life? Don't talk to me about life
I'm so depressed I could expectorate
My moving parts are in a squalid state
I want to rust in peace, switch off and lie
In that great junk yard in the sky
Nothing left to be enjoyed
Every diode rheumatoid
Outer alloy Inner void
Happiness has been destroyed
'MARVIN'S LULLABY'
C Em Am (F, Dm, F7)
Now the world has gone to bed
Darkness won't engulf my head
I can see by infra-red
C G C
How I hate the night
Now I lay me down to sleep
Try to count electric sheep
Sweet dream wishes you can keep
How I hate the night
Downtown Fiction
Downtown Sasquat (...)
Dowsing
Doyle Lawson
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