terça-feira, junho 19, 2007

IS THIS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND?

THE END - The Doors

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end

Ill never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain

And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

Theres danger on the edge of town
Ride the kings highway, baby

Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold


The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and well do the rest

The blue bus is callin us
The blue bus is callin us
Driver, where you taken us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside

Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...i want to...fuck you

Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus

Doin a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin a blue rock

Cmon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free

But youll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

Dedico este post ao blog Do Portugal Profundo por causa disto

e ao Arrebenta do Braganzzzzza Mothers por causa disto

O luto aqui é feminino assim como a palavra solidariedade!




3 comentários:

António Balbino Caldeira disse...

Muito grato pela solidariedade e mais sensibilizado ainda pelo poema/canção.

Mas parece que das portas não vemos a saída, apenas a entrada escura...

João Rato disse...

vou pôr a agulha no giradiscos e reviver os Doors, isto é o fim de uma coisa e o princípio de outra:
agora é que a coisa vai dar luta.
Não fechem os blogs, criem dois e três!
Abraços

Anónimo disse...

Por favor criem também um banner em português para divulgar e colocar nos blogs com link para as petições online. Apenas uma ideia!

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