La peor guitarra no es la que no se sabe tocar, sino la que no se toca...
Dark Globe
Oh where are you nowpussy willow that smiled on this leaf?
When I was alone you promised the stone from your heart
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, lift a hand
I'm only a person whose armbands beat
on his hands, hang tall
won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?
The poppy birds way
swing twigs coffee brands around
brandish her wand with a feathery tongue
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, please lift the hand
I'm only a person with Eskimo chain
I tattooed my brain all the way...
Won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all
Barrett, Syd. in The madcap laugths, track 5,1970
4 comentários:
É uma música?!
Assim... só pra saber... rs
...o bom, velho e morto Syd...
é...digno de reflexão...
¡Hasta!
Ei, valeu pelo comentário.
Na ilusão de que um dia as coisas deixem de só parecer e sejam de fato reais.....
Adorei a musica do Syd.
Saudações da terra da garoa.
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