Way Out
Bid me one last wish
Before I walk out of this
Give me the hammer to shatter the dream
To get a way out of this
The La's
posted by Rita Redshoes at 8:52:00 da tarde
27.5.08
Bid me one last wish
Before I walk out of this
Give me the hammer to shatter the dream
To get a way out of this
The La's
3 Comments:
Boa musica...
outra banda que eu não conhecia !!!
UM BEIJO GRANDE deste teu fã
João Nogueira
Descobri este site e a sua música no site da Rádio Boa Nova. Merecida exposição e estou curioso para ouvir mais da sua música. Para já ouvi Choose Love (acho que é assim) e fiquei encantado.
Vou à FNAC procurar o seu album. Felicidades que merece!
Luis Cardoso, Couto de Baixo, Viseu
Ainda sobre Dylan...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xO0gSJGJ7Fs
"Phenomenal 1966 performance of Like A Rolling Stone in City Hall, Newcastle (props to Country Jim). Dylan is absolutely manic, a must-watch."
"Like a Rolling Stone"
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
...acho que a história não deve ser levada à letra, mas não deixa de ser uma lição a ter sempre em consideração.
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