quinta-feira, 29 de julho de 2010

Thick As A Brick - Part I

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.


5 comentários:

Bruno disse...

clamando por mais, isso sim!!


Letícia Fiorotto disse...

Seu blog é um dos melhores, sem mais. Adoro os desenhos, as histórias, poemas, música tudo o que complementa os desenhos.

Pedro disse...

Achava que seu blog era uma coisa estranha, mas depois que resolvi prestar a atenção em tudo, percebi que estava enganado.


Macaco Pipi disse...

cade seu outro blog?

Guilherme Lombardi disse...

demais essas ilustrações