...Just ignore all the others, you got your memories...
sábado, 29 de dezembro de 2007
domingo, 16 de dezembro de 2007
quinta-feira, 6 de dezembro de 2007
quarta-feira, 5 de dezembro de 2007
terça-feira, 4 de dezembro de 2007
To whisper in your ear before you die
Tower of Babel
Snow.
Cement ,
And ivory young towers,
Someone called us Babylon
Those hungry hunters
Tracking down the hours.
But where were all your shoulders when we cried,
Were the darlings on the sideline
Dreaming up such cherished lies,
To whisper in your ear before you die.
It's party time for the guys in the tower of Babel.
Sodom meet Gomorrah,
Cain meet Abel.
Have a ball ya'all
See the letches crawl
With the call girls under the table.
Watch em' dig their graves,
`Cause Jesus don't save the guys
In the tower of Babel.
Junk.
Angel,
This closet's always stacked.
The dealers in the basement
Filling your prescription,
For a brand new heart attack.
But where were all your shoulders when we cried,
Were the doctors in attendance
Saying how they felt so sick inside.
Or was it just the scalpel blade that lied.
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin
Song: Elton John
1975 Captain Fantastic & the Brown Dirt Cowboy
Snow.
Cement ,
And ivory young towers,
Someone called us Babylon
Those hungry hunters
Tracking down the hours.
But where were all your shoulders when we cried,
Were the darlings on the sideline
Dreaming up such cherished lies,
To whisper in your ear before you die.
It's party time for the guys in the tower of Babel.
Sodom meet Gomorrah,
Cain meet Abel.
Have a ball ya'all
See the letches crawl
With the call girls under the table.
Watch em' dig their graves,
`Cause Jesus don't save the guys
In the tower of Babel.
Junk.
Angel,
This closet's always stacked.
The dealers in the basement
Filling your prescription,
For a brand new heart attack.
But where were all your shoulders when we cried,
Were the doctors in attendance
Saying how they felt so sick inside.
Or was it just the scalpel blade that lied.
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin
Song: Elton John
1975 Captain Fantastic & the Brown Dirt Cowboy
segunda-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2007
domingo, 2 de dezembro de 2007
Pomp
Jerusalem
And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
on England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of Fire!
I will not cease from mental fight;
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.
Poem: William Blake
Music: Hubert Parry
1973 Arrangement: Emerson, Lake & Palmer
And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
on England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of Fire!
I will not cease from mental fight;
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.
Poem: William Blake
Music: Hubert Parry
1973 Arrangement: Emerson, Lake & Palmer
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