quinta-feira, 5 de fevereiro de 2009

GAZA




There's colors on the street
Red,white and blue

People shufflin' their feet

People sleepin' in their shoes

But there's a warnin' signon the road ahead

There's a lot of people sayin'we'd be better off dead

Don't feel like Satan,but I am to them

So I try to forget it,any way I can.


Keep on rockin' in the free world,

Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world,

Keep on rockin' in the free world.


I see a woman in the night

With a baby in her hand

Under an old street light

Near a garbage can

Now she puts the kid away,
and she's gone to get a hit

She hates her life,and what she's done to it

There's one more kid

that will never go to school

Never get to fall in love,

never get to be cool.


Keep on rockin' in the free world,

Keep on rockin' in the free world

Keep on rockin' in the free world,

Keep on rockin' in the free world.

We got a thousand points of light

For the homeless man

We got a kinder, gentler,

Machine gun hand

We got department storesand toilet paper

Got styrofoam boxes
for the ozone layer

Got a man of the people,
says keep hope alive

Got fuel to burn,got roads to drive.


Keep on rockin' in the free world,

Keep on rockin' in the free world

Keep on rockin' in the free world,

Keep on rockin' in the free world.

quarta-feira, 2 de julho de 2008


I'll remember you
When I've forgotten all the rest,
You to me were true,
You to me were the best.
When there is no more,
You cut to the core
Quicker than anyone
I knew.
When I'm all alone
In the great unknown,
I'll remember you.
I'll remember you
At the end of the trail,
I had so much left to do,
I had so little time to fail.
There's some people that
You don't forget,
Even though you've only seen'm
One time or two.
When the roses fade
And I'm in the shade,
I'll remember you.
Didn't I, didn't I try to love you?
Didn't I, didn't I try to care?
Didn't I sleep, didn't I weep beside you
With the rain blowing in your hair?
I'll remember you
When the wind blows through the piney wood.
It was you who came right through,
It was you who understood.
Though I'd never say
That I done it the way
That you'd have liked me to.
In the end,
My dear sweet friend,
I'll remember you.

Bob Dylan.