31 julho 2012










houve uma época em que me fartei de andar a cavalo no cavalo sem nome dos america, uma banda saída do flower power para alcançar um enorme sucesso na década de setenta. 
ainda hoje acho graça à ideia de nos lembrarmos do nome próprio no deserto e é uma das canções que sempre me assalta quando viajo de carro.




On the first part of the journey, 
I was looking at all the life. 
There were plants and birds. and rocks and things, 
There was sand and hills and rings. 
The first thing I met, was a fly with a buzz, 
And the sky, with no clouds. 
The heat was hot, and the ground was dry, 
But the air was full of sound. 

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name, 
It felt good to be out of the rain.
In the desert you can remember your name, 
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain. 
La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la

After two days, in the desert sun, 
My skin began to turn red. 
After three days, in the desert fun, 
I was looking at a river bed. 
And the story it told, of a river that flowed, 
Made me sad to think it was dead. 

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name, 
It felt good to be out of the rain. 
In the desert you can remember your name, 
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain. 
La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la

After nine days, I let the horse run free, 
'Cause the desert had turned to sea. 
There were plants and birds, and rocks and things, 
There was sand and hills and rings. 
The ocean is a desert, with its life underground, 
And a perfect disguise above. 
Under the cities lies, a heart made of ground, 
But the humans will give no love. 

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name, 
It felt good to be out of the rain. 
In the desert you can remember your name, 
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain. 
La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la














3 comentários:

  1. uma excelente banda sonora para nos acompanhar na travessia deste alentejo profundo, nestas estradas desertas ladeadas de campos imensos de searas torradas... ;) as cartas de marear, no verão, poderiam transformar-se em estação de radio para quem anda na estrada! pensa nisso JL! ;))

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  2. por acaso tenho pensado nisso... :)
    ouviste esta, dedicada a todos os radio-ouvintes que andam na estrada?
    http://novascartasdemarear.blogspot.pt/2012/07/ouvi-esta-cancao-pela-primeira-vez-na.html

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  3. ouvi! aguardemos então a radio de marear... ;)

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