Retrato do artista quando jovem. (Parte 1).
The Little Ones - Lovers Who Uncover
Where do all the lovers meet with one another,
in an effort to uncover what has happened to their
salad days?
The sprite ones on the corner, dream of something
warmer
A semblance of their old ways, what has happened to
our handmade days?
Oh no!
Way back when, we were the latest around
We lined and we painted this town
Their faces are green and they don't know what they've
done.
We can pull a map out detailing the direct route
Young ones grow anxious to proclaim their advances to
the fray
If you don't wake up and the truth never comes up
We will never have our old way; we will never have a
right of way
Oh no!
Way back when, we were the latest around
We lined and we painted this town
Their faces are green and they don't know what they've
done.
Clique em 'Look Inside' e delicie-se. Custa malditos 75 dólares, mas se eu ganhasse 100 eu ficaria feliz em comer 25 pelo resto do mês. =)
Aliás, vai também para os anarquistas chatos em geral. Tenho encontrado-os aos montes por aí, vanguardistas (sic) e sonhadores mais interessados no anarquista do que na anarquia. Ou em destruir do que construir. Ou em parábolas do que em redes. Enfim, vocês entenderam. Preciso voltar à Casa da Lagartixa Preta pra me encher de esperança libertária de novo. Ou me enfurnar em algum cu de Judas, se é que me entendem.
