How many times must a man look up, Before he can see the sky? How many ears must one man have, Before he can hear people cry? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind.
quarta-feira, julho 25, 2007
The Empty Page
These are the words but not the truth
God bless them all when they speak to you
But that's alright
On an empty stage
Sing out when
There's no other way
Come drift the town where secrets lie
Where friends and neighbours keep drifting by
But that's alright
You're here to stay
Sing out tonight
The empty page
I always thought I'd see
Your name in flashing light
You did it all for free, girl
And freely ripped the night
You're free to fight
These are the words but not the truth
God bless them all when they speak to you
But that's alright
You're here to stay
Sing out tonight
The empty page
Do you remember the time
When you were new in town
You smashed your head in the mirror, baby
And kissed the frozen ground
Yr ripped up sound
The empty page has wasted down
The empty page is ripped
The empty page will waste this town
The empty page has slipped
Thurston Moore* (Sonic Youth)
*No dia do seu 49º aniversário
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