quarta-feira, julho 12, 2006

Os génios também morrem

SYD BARRETT - 1946/2006

7 comentários:

carla disse...


blue kite disse...

Infelizmente ...
Ai vai uma das minhas preferidas

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me till Im sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
Theres someone in my head but its not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band youre in starts playing different tunes
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon

Syd Barrett

Silver disse...

Hey moraguinho. Vá lá sorrisinho :-) bjinhes

Blue Kite, ou será Irish girl? ;), essa é uma das minhas preferidas, tb. bjinhessss

blue kite disse...

eu sou adepta daquela máxima que diz ... Irish do it better!::))

Silver disse...

blue kite, e eu aposto que sei porquê ;) bjinhes

Anónimo disse...

muita dope amiga muita dope e alguma esquizofrenia à mistura claro mas muita genialidade também e misantropismo que nós os adeptos da parcimónia nunca aprendemos a usar devidamente

Silver disse...

Manchinha eu não o diria melhor bjinhes