Heaven sent the promised land
Looks alright from where i stand
Cause i'm the man on the outside looking in
Waiting on the first step
Show where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time
To let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And i think i'm growing old...
Flash the red is wots...uh the deal
Got to make to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.
Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Turn to speak but you're alone
Million mile from home you're on your own
So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And i think i'm growing old...
Fire bright by candlelight
And her by my side
And if she prefers we will never stir again
Someone said the promised land
And i grabbed it with both hands
Now i'm the man on the inside looking out
Hear me shout "come on in,
What's the news and where you been?"
Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And i've grown old...
("Wot´s... uh the Deal" - R. Waters/D. Gilmour)
Looks alright from where i stand
Cause i'm the man on the outside looking in
Waiting on the first step
Show where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time
To let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And i think i'm growing old...
Flash the red is wots...uh the deal
Got to make to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.
Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Turn to speak but you're alone
Million mile from home you're on your own
So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And i think i'm growing old...
Fire bright by candlelight
And her by my side
And if she prefers we will never stir again
Someone said the promised land
And i grabbed it with both hands
Now i'm the man on the inside looking out
Hear me shout "come on in,
What's the news and where you been?"
Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And i've grown old...
("Wot´s... uh the Deal" - R. Waters/D. Gilmour)
Passei a manhã escutando essa música. Depois coloquei novamente na vitrola no final da tarde. Recoloquei pra fazer a janta. E finalmente, estou escutando nesse exato momento pra postar no blog.
Dessas canções "menores" que grandes bandas fazem. E claro, que depois de você ter escutado algumas vezes e não ter dado bola, você a pega em um dia deprê e começa a reavaliar com mais cuidado, apreciando as nuances. E eis que essa música se torna uma das suas favoritas de todos os tempos.
Dessas canções "menores" que grandes bandas fazem. E claro, que depois de você ter escutado algumas vezes e não ter dado bola, você a pega em um dia deprê e começa a reavaliar com mais cuidado, apreciando as nuances. E eis que essa música se torna uma das suas favoritas de todos os tempos.
3 comentários:
É bom qdo acontece esse tipo de coisa e você consegue "sublimar" a deprê ;]
Muito bom o blogger!
Mensagem para a deprê:
A vida só da o farto que você aguenta carregar.
:-)
xô deprê.. tava sem din din pra responder a mensagem : ( liga em casa qdo for assim, cabeça.
bju
Bru
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