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@andre-wemans
Com pouco de interesse para dizer e muito para ouvir. Docente em Engenharia Física, estudante em Engenharia Informática Membro do LIVRE Devorador de livros Também em: @awemans@masto.pt 🚫 Crypto 🚫 Get-Rich schemes #barsofarhyme
Because you don’t get to do it again
Let me tell ya
You don’t get to do it again.
Because you don’t get to do it again
Let me tell ya
You don’t get to do it, do it again.
You don’t get to do it again.
You don’t get to do it again.
If I could carve it on a stone
If I could display it in a square
I would choose it every time
Be aware.
#Music #CowboyJunkies #barsofarhyme
Cowboy Junkies - [You Don't Get To] Do It Again
If I could put it in a box
If I could find it on a shelf
I would pick it every time
Know yourself.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8zCo...
Bom dia, Sara
Bom dia, Sónia
Beyond faith. Beyond love.
Beyond this all, Grace descends.
Beyond longing, beyond reason.
Beyond all the wounds that you poke and tend
and cradle in those cupped hands.
Beyond this all, Grace descends.
Beyond meaning, beyond grasp.
Beyond the hours that you fret and spend
staring at your empty hands.
Beyond this all, Grace descends.
Beyond heartache, beyond grief
Beyond the guilt with which your heart contends
and gathers in those folded hands.
Beyond this all, Grace descends.
#Music #CowboyJunkies #barsofarhyme
Cowboy Junkies - Grace Descends
Beyond mercy, beyond judgement
Beyond anything that you can pretend
to offer in that outstretched hand.
Beyond this all, Grace descends.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcgW...
#Music #Coldplay #barsofarhyme
Coldplay - A Sky Full Of Stars
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#Music #Coldplay #barsofarhyme
Coldplay - Oceans
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Come home in the evening, can't get the smell from my hands
Lay my head down on the pillow and
Go drifting off into foreign lands
I got a cold mind to go tripping across that thin line
I'm sick of doing straight time
In the basement hunting gun and a hacksaw
Sip a beer and thirteen inches of barrel drop to the floor
Kitchen floor in the evening tossing my little babies high
Mary's smiling but she's watching me out of the corner of her eye
Seems you can't get any more than half free
I step out onto the front porch and suck the cold air deep inside of me
I got a cold mind to go tripping across that thin line
I'm sick of doing straight time
Eight years in it feels like you're going to die
You get used to anything
Sooner or later it just becomes your life
I got a cold mind to go tripping across that thin line
I'm sick of doing straight time
My uncle's at the evening table
Makes his living running hot cars
Slips me a hundred dollar bill says
"Charlie you best remember who your friends are"
Got a job at the rendering plant, it isn't going to make me rich
In the darkness before dinner comes
Sometimes I can feel the itch
#Music #BruceSpringsteen #barsofarhyme
Bruce Springsteen - Straight Time
Got out of prison back in '86 and I found a wife
Walked the clean and narrow
Just trying to stay out and stay alive
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Here's our 🎶 parody version of Barry McGuire's 1965 "Eve of Destruction" that we've modernised to turn to current US adventurism. We're calling it: "Grief and Destruction" 🚀
youtu.be/QLBjeM53iBI
Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kidding nobody about where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad
Wherever somebody's fighting for a place to stand
Or a decent job or a helping hand
Wherever somebody's struggling to be free
Look in their eyes, Ma, and you'll see me"
Now Tom said, "Mom, wherever there's a cop beating a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me, Mom, I'll be there
Well the highway is alive tonight
Where it's headed, everybody knows
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Waiting on the ghost of Tom Joad
You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathing in the city's aqueduct
He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and he takes a drag
Waiting for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box beneath the underpass
You got a one-way ticket to the promised land