Sunday, August 26, 2007


Para não reclamar da vida, não maldizer as pessoas, não explicitar minha falta de criatividade (ou o fato de nunca ter tido na verdade); para não me expressar de qualquer forma que seja minha. É sempre bom ter uma música por perto para se reconhecer, mesmo que a realidade e o contexto sejam outros. É sempre bom ouvir uma música e pensar: "acho que sei do que está falando". Uma forma bonita de ver a vida.


* Meet Me in the Morning - Bob Dylan

Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha
Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha
Honey, we could be in Kansas
By time the snow begins to thaw.
They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn
They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn
But you wouldn't know it by me
Every day's been darkness since you been gone.
Little rooster crowin', there must be something on his
mind
Little rooster crowin', there must be something on his
mind
Well, I feel just like that rooster
Honey, ya treat me so unkind.
The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed
Well, the birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so
exposed
Well now, I ain't got any matches
And the station doors are closed.
Well, I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail
fall from above
Well, I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail
fall from above
Well, you know I even outran the hound dogs
Honey, you know I've earned your love.
Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship
Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship
Ain't that just like my heart, babe
When you kissed my lips?

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

O seu tempo está acabando, como a areia de uma ampulheta.

Pense nisso.

4:14 PM  
Blogger lucy_in_the_earth_with_rocks said...

Eu não costumo refletir muito sobre placas de caminhão.

7:28 PM  

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