O terceiro lado da moeda

1. Uma terceira qualquer says:
   2 de setembro de 2007 às 08:08

   "(...) Que sei eu do que serei, eu que não sei o que sou?
   Ser o que penso? Mas penso tanta coisa!
   E há tantos que pensam ser a mesma coisa que não pode haver tantos! (...)"
   
   Tabacaria - Álvaro de Campos

   
2. Uma terceira qualquer says:
   2 de setembro de 2007 às 08:09

   The Future
   Leonard Cohen
   Composição: Indisponível
   
   Give me back my broken night
   my mirrored room, my secret life
   it's lonely here,
   there's no one left to torture
   Give me absolute control
   over every living soul
   And lie beside me, baby,
   that's an order!
   
   
   (...)
   
   Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
   Won't be nothing
   Nothing you can measure anymore
   The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
   has crossed the threshold
   and it has overturned
   the order of the soul
   When they said REPENT REPENT
   I wonder what they meant
   When they said REPENT REPENT
   I wonder what they meant
   When they said REPENT REPENT
   I wonder what they meant.
   
   
   You don't know me from the wind
   you never will, you never did
   I'm the little jew
   who wrote the Bible
   I've seen the nations rise and fall
   I've heard their stories, heard them all
   but love's the only engine of survival
   Your servant here, he has been told
   to say it clear, to say it cold:
   It's over, it ain't going
   any further
   And now the wheels of heaven stop
   you feel the devil's riding crop
   Get ready for the future:
   it is murder.
   
   
   Things are going to slide ...
   
   
   There'll be the breaking of the ancient
   western code
   Your private life will suddenly explode
   There'll be phantoms
   There'll be fires on the road
   and the white man dancing
   You'll see a woman
   hanging upside down
   her features covered by her fallen gown
   and all the lousy little poets
   coming round
   tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
   and the white man dancin'.
   
   
   Give me back the Berlin wall
   Give me Stalin and St Paul
   Give me Christ
   or give me Hiroshima
   Destroy another fetus now
   We don't like children anyhow
   I've seen the future, baby:
   it is murder.
   
   
   Things are going to slide ...
   
   
   When they said REPENT REPENT ...

   

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