09 abril 2015






e a ouvir o regresso da chuva lá fora recorda-se cá dentro outro nocturno mais-que-perfeito de daniel lanois, 
que me tem acompanhado desde sempre e teve o condão de tornar mais suaves os momentos mais duros




Union station, tombstone high

No more tears, this fountain dry

Nameless faces, just headlines

We don't ride that train no more

No resistance, turn my head

They could go out East instead

Newfoundland, land of my father

I don't ride your train no more

Cold steel shining, Battle Creek

Eyes are heavy, rain and sea

Massey-Ferguson memories

Don't ride that train no more

Hey, there captain, is that you

Could you tell me, tell me what to do

I've been twenty years on that Soo line

Now we don't ride your train no more

Smoke rises from the face of sand

Dreams about, dreams of beaver dams

Sam can't hear quite like he used to

Tell them why we don't ride no more

Hey, Pierre Trudeau oh, where are you?

My friend to lead us through

These hard times, oh so much confusion

I don't hear your train no more







4 comentários:

  1. ... impossível ficar indiferente a esse condão;)

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  2. Descobri hoje estas "cartas de marear"...foi impossível ficar indiferente a esta música...

    Posso deixar um abraço?

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    1. claro que sim e obrigado pela visita. pode aportar sempre que quiser. ;)

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