2007-02-20

Fica aqui, Maria Árvore


Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything

When pop-stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs,
And playing games meant kick around
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

3 comentários:

maria_arvore disse...

Uau!
É que já moro. :)
E daqui não saio, daqui ninguém me tira!

maria_arvore disse...

O que eu queria dizer era : "é que já cá moro".

Obrigada por teres uma voz tão solidária. :)

gaivina disse...

Maria,
vai aparecendo por cá. Aqui vai uma citação só para ti:
"Lobos? São poucos.
Mas se farão milhares,
se à lucidez dos poucos
te juntares"
(Hilda Hilst)