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Isto não é blog, serve de principalmente de blogroll e para arquivar posts de outros blogs que de alguma forma me interessam.

Todos os posts: têm o título colocado por mim; têm uma referência ao blog, blogger e data de publicação do post de origem; estão linkados para o blog em que foram publicados. A quem, por azar do destino, aqui cair, aconselho que siga o link e leia a versão original; têm também tags para o blog e blogger; se por acaso o post conter o tag "comentário(s)", é porque achei que a caixa de comentários é também bastante relevante para o assunto tratado.

O porquê do link e também a transcrição? Porque gostava de manter o texto se por algum motivo o blog original for encerrado, ou o post apagado.



sábado, 13 de setembro de 2014

Tom Waits - Jockey Full of Bourbon





Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I'm stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
And through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
Admire the view from up on top of the mast
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone
I said hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone
Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
"To the carnival" is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone