domingo, março 16, 2003

e ontem à noite, literalmente na sarjeta, em frente ao apollo, depois de uma noite de muitas cervejas (pretas e amarelas) com as melhores amigas do mundo e os fabicanos mais gente boa do universo, a musiquinha não saía da minha cabeça:

So so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
Blue skys from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears

Wish you were here


voltei cantarolando, cantarolando, cantarolando...


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