(dos homens com sorte)
1. o homem com sorte dos verve mora numa fabulosa casa náutica com vista para o tamisa: é sempre assim que recordo esta canção, para mim indissociável do videoclip que a lançou. sei que é uma das canções da minha vida por nunca estar mais de um ou dois meses sem a ouvir. pudesse eu ser um homem de sorte, sempre com fogo nas mãos…
Happiness
More or less
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Oh, my, my
More or less
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Oh, my, my
Happiness
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever growing
I know just where I am
But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?
But I'm a lucky man
With fire in my hands
Happiness
Something in my own place
I'm stood here naked
Smiling, I feel no disgrace
With who I am
Happiness
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever growing
I know just who I am
But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?
I hope you understand
I hope you understand
I gotta love that'll never die
2. e também sei que sou um homem com muita sorte por ter pertencido a uma geração que ouviu dois homens de sorte, o dos verve e dos emerson, lake and palmer. esta é uma das maiores canções alguma vez escritas, em que a voz e a guitarra de greg lake têm um casamento perfeito com os teclados de keith emerson, e é também a primeira canção com um solo de um instrumento que, em 1970, tinha acabado de ser inventado: o absolutamente revolucionário sintetizador analógico criado por robert moog… um clássico imortal, não é?
he had white horses
and ladies by the score
all dressed in satin
and waiting by the door
ooooh, what a lucky man he was
white lace and feathers
they made up his bed
a gold covered mattress
on which he was laid
ooooh, what a lucky man he was
he went to fight wars
for his country and his king
of his honor and his glory
the people would sing
ooooh, what a lucky man he was
a bullet had found him
his blood ran as he cried
no money could save him
so he laid down and he died
ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever growing
I know just where I am
But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?
But I'm a lucky man
With fire in my hands
Happiness
Something in my own place
I'm stood here naked
Smiling, I feel no disgrace
With who I am
Happiness
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever growing
I know just who I am
But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?
I hope you understand
I hope you understand
I gotta love that'll never die
2. e também sei que sou um homem com muita sorte por ter pertencido a uma geração que ouviu dois homens de sorte, o dos verve e dos emerson, lake and palmer. esta é uma das maiores canções alguma vez escritas, em que a voz e a guitarra de greg lake têm um casamento perfeito com os teclados de keith emerson, e é também a primeira canção com um solo de um instrumento que, em 1970, tinha acabado de ser inventado: o absolutamente revolucionário sintetizador analógico criado por robert moog… um clássico imortal, não é?
he had white horses
and ladies by the score
all dressed in satin
and waiting by the door
ooooh, what a lucky man he was
white lace and feathers
they made up his bed
a gold covered mattress
on which he was laid
ooooh, what a lucky man he was
he went to fight wars
for his country and his king
of his honor and his glory
the people would sing
ooooh, what a lucky man he was
a bullet had found him
his blood ran as he cried
no money could save him
so he laid down and he died
ooooh, what a lucky man he was
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