... (sempre) Riders on the Storm...

 

Riders on the storm

Into this house, we're born

Into this world, we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out on loan

Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road

His brain is squirmin' like a toad

Take a long holiday

Let your children play

If you give this man a ride

Sweet family will die

Killer on the road, yeah

Girl, you gotta love your man

Take him by the hand

Make him understand

The world on you depends

Our life will never end

Gotta love your man, yeah

Riders on the storm

Into this house, we're born

Into this world, we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out on loan

Riders on the storm

... The Sound of Silence...

 

Words and Music by Paul Simon

A change of mood

A summer storm erased the sunny sky

Two hapless hitchhikers were signaling us

As we were cruising by

 

Not in the mood

For idle chat or hitchhike company

Nevertheless

We took them on as highway courtesy

 

Hurry get yourselves inside the truck

We're just going up a ways

The rain should turn to mist with any luck

And you can find a place to stay

 

The woman spoke

Her voice a blend

Of regional perfumes

We have no destination

The moon and stars

Provide us with our rooms

 

My boy and me

We're refugees of sorts

From my home town

They don't like different there

They would have mowed us down

 

He doesn't talk much anymore

Just to the voices in his head

The boy just gazed down at the floor

And nodded once or twice at what she said

 

The sacred harp

That David played to make his songs of praise

We long to hear those strings

That set his heart ablaze

 

The ringing strings

The thought that God turns music into bliss. . .

We left the pick-up in the driveway

The moon appeared as amber in the mist

...mulheres duras de roer...

 

... que falam sem medo!

... a guy knock the door of my house...

 

... e é isto a vida...

... a lei das coisas...

 

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