2007-06-25

(Des)encanto



I'm going to a town that has already been burned down
I'm going to a place that has already been disgraced
I'm gonna see some folks who have already been let down
I'm so tired of America

I'm gonna make it up for all of the Sunday times
I'm gonna make it up for all of the nursery rhymes
They never really seem to want to tell the truth
I'm so tired of you, America

Making my own way home
Ain't gonna be alone
I got a life to lead, America
I got a life to lead

Tell me,
Do you really think you go to hell for having love?
Tell me,
And laugh at thinking everything that you've done is good?
I really need to know
After soaking the body of Jesus Christ in blood
I'm so tired of America
I really need to know

I may just never see you again
Or might as well
You took advantage of a world that loved you well
I'm going to a town that has already been burned down
I'm so tired of you, America

Making my own way home
Ain't gonna be alone
I got a life to lead, America
I got a life to lead
I got a soul to feed
I got a dream to need
And that's all I need

Making my own way home
Ain't gonna be alone
I'm going to a town that has already been burned down

É certo que as ambições que qualquer português possa eventualmente ter sobre este pobre cantinho nunca o remetem para uma desilusão tão grande quando se enfrenta com a realidade que o rodeia. Questões de hábitos e de feitios. Mas lá que mói… E há dias em que podia dizer exactamente isto sobre Portugal. Só que nunca seria capaz de o dizer tão bem. Ou pelo menos sem demonstrar um qualquer enfado de quem já estava à espera, carcomendo a fado a desilusão.

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lá isso é verdade
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