Friday, November 9, 2007

Here Comes The Flood

When the night shows
the signals grow on rádios
All the strange things
they come and go, as early warnings
Stranded starfish have no place to hide
still waiting for the swollen Easter tide
There's no point in direction we cannot
even choose a side.

I took the old track
the hollow shoulder, across the waters
On the tall cliffs
they were getting older, sons and daughters
The jaded underworld was riding high
Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
and as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain
was warm and soaked the crowd.

Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent
in any still alive
It'll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.
When the flood calls

You have no home, you have no walls
In the thunder crash
You're a thousand minds, within a flash
Don't be afraid to cry at what you see
The actors gone, there's only you and me
And if we break before the dawn, they'll
use up what we used to be.

Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent
in any still alive
It'll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.

Peter Gabriel - 1975

4 comments:

  1. Esse tal de Gabriel escrevia «rádios»?

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  2. Um escandaloso plágio de Peter Gabriel, quase integralmente decalcado do 'Here Comes The Sun', de The Beatles...

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  3. J. C. impagável: "plágio escandaloso" exactamente de quê? Você conhece esta música do primeiro "Peter Gabriel" toda, ou apenas o primeiro compasso do refrão (por coincidência, ou natural e compreensível inspiração, decalcado da primeira frase melódica da referida faixa do "Abbey Road")?



    Se era para voltar assim, mais valera ficar sentado à direita lá do seu paizinho...

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  4. Anónimo picuinhas, "rádios" escreve o seu computador à primeira tentativa, se quiser escrever "radios"...



    Estes anónimos dum cabrão...

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