25 agosto, 2007

Redenção (Gospel para Almas Perdidas)

There's a place I know where the train goes slow
Where the sinners can be washed in the blood of the lamb
There's a river by the trestle down by Sinner's Grove
Down where the willow and the dogwood grow
Down there by the train
...
Down there where the train goes slow

You can hear the whistle, you can hear the bell
From the halls of heaven to the gates of hell
And there's room for the forsaken if you're there on time
You'll be washed of all your sins and all of your crimes
If you're down there by the train
...
Down there where the train goes slow

There's a golden moon that shines up through the mist
And I know that your name will be on that list
There's no eye for an eye, there's no tooth for a tooth
I saw Judas Iscariot carrying John Wilkes Booth
Down there by the train
...
Down there where the train goes slow

So if you live in darkness and if you live in shame
All of the passengers will be treated the same
And old Humpty Jackson and Gyp the Blood will sing
And Charlie Witman is holding on to Dillinger’s wings
They’re both down there by the train
...
Down there where the train goes slow

If you've lost all your hope, if you've lost all your faith
I know you will be cared for and I know you will be safe
And all of the shamefuls and all of the whores
And even the soldier who pierced the heart of the Lord
Is down there by the train
...
Down there where the train goes slow

Well, I've never asked forgiveness, I've never said a prayer
I’ve never given of myself and I’ve never truly cared
And I’ve hurted the ones who loved me and I'm still raising Cain
And I've taken the low road and if you've done the same
Meet me down there by the train
...
Down there where the train goes slow


Down There by the Train - T. Waits


13 agosto, 2007

Falta de Assunto

Ao sentir-me desinspirado, não consigo deixar de me ver como um expirado...
Funesta lógica esta; um expulso como um mero côto!...




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04 agosto, 2007

Os Meus Favoritos ( XLVI ) - Hopper ( 3 )


Summertime© Edward Hopper




Lusty mood or just the hot summer wind?