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7 comentários:

~pi disse...

The Passenger

Lust for Life


I am a passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am a passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin' la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la
Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
See the city's ripped insides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the sided hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine
Singing...
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window's eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, let's ride and ride and ride and ride...
Singing

silvia zappia disse...

I ride and ride, too.

singing


beijo*

Carlos Ramos disse...

Já ouvi

milhares de vezes.........

la la la la la lálá.....

e sempre outra vez

bem hajas

~pi disse...


tu.... bem hajas pelo tempo e por dizeres da música dum tempo que passa em passages! :-)

[ que tudo é antigo... e caminho... ]



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silvia zappia disse...

pasé, otra vez...

beijo*

O Profeta disse...

Se o mar adormecer em desvario
As ondas não mais se formarem
Se as gaivotas se perderem do ninho
As árvores mais altas tombarem

Se o dia não encontrar a manhã
As nuvens deixarem de chorar água pura
Se as pedras da ilha roubarem a cor ao verde
As tuas palavras deixarem de ser raiva dura


Boa semana


Doce beijo

mariam disse...

Lindo!

Beijinhos e saudades de por aqui pass(e)ar :)

mariam

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