"Na véspera de não partir nunca Ao menos não há que arrumar malas Nem que fazer planos em papel... Todos os dias é véspera de não partir nunca" Álvaro de Campos
sexta-feira, 18 de novembro de 2011
Wilco - Pot Kettle Black
Crazy rides rockets
Waves a magic wand
Empty out your pockets
Words without a song
I myself have found a real rival in myself
I am hoping for a re-arrival of my health
Sleeping eye sockets
Baby suck your thumb
I'll keep you in my locket
A string I never strum
It's become so obvious
You are so oblivious to yourself
You're tied in a knot
But I'm not gonna get caught
Calling a pot kettle black
Every song's a comeback
Every moment's a little bit later
Lazy locomotives
wherever you may roll
I think you have no motive
I know you have no home
It's become so obvious
You are so oblivious to yourself
You're tied in a knot
But I'm not gonna get caught
Calling a pot kettle black
Every song's a comeback
Every moment's a little bit later
Every moment's a little bit later
Every moment's a little bit later
Every moment's a little bit later
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