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Boticas
Boticas (Portuguese pronunciation: [buˈtikɐʃ]) is a municipality in northern Portugal. The population in 2011 was 5,750, in an area of 321.96 km².
History
One of the symbols of Boticas is the Galaico Warrior, a monolith anthropomorphic carved (found in the 17th century) in the castro of Lesenho, at an altitude of 1075 metres, under fields of the parish of São Salvador de Viveiro and municipality of Boticas, considered the most important Gallaecian castro in Portugal. The Galaico (or "Castrejo") Warrior is an important example of Portuguese archaeology and represents, according several experts, the image of a deity and warrior of "castreja" civilisation that lived in this area of Portugal.
There were several castros (27) dating back to this early civilization, in addition to various Roman monuments. Boticas has its origins in the Roman civitas Batocas, that was centre of mining, and its Termas de Carvalhelhos, thermal springs with (supposedly) rejuvenating miracle waters. Coins from the period of Emperor Constantino Ducas were also found in Covas de Barroso in 1880, in addition to vestiges in Poços das Freitas or the mines of Carvalhelhos, where Romans were known to have mined gold and silver.
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Self Servin' Society (Acoustic Version)
by: Paddy CaseyEverything is sold
For highway's guns and gold
The earth, the sky, the sea
Future and history
This is not how it's supposed to be
And those who died to set us free
Must be ashamed of our liberty
In a self serving society
Where computers are a deity
And everything's about the me
We sit by and watch it all die
Trained not to try
As the ghosts begin to cry
This is not how it's supposed to be
And those who died to set us free
Must be afraid of our liberty
In a self serving society
Where computers are a deity
And everything's about the me
The parade is all lies
It's a death march in disguise
Where we bury our hearts
So we can play our parts
In a self serving society
Where computers are a deity
And everything's about the me
And Christ gets locked up in a cell
The prophets are all there as well
For teaching is about the hell
So come back to life
So come back to life
No this is not how it's supposed to be
And those who died to set us free
Must be ashamed of our liberty
And Christ gets locked up in a cell
The prophets are all there as well