As guitarras sao um dom de Deus As guitarras dao som a vida E as que encantam todos os coracoes Ficam mais bonitas As guitarras sao amores meus Sons
No meu deserto de aguas Nao havia luz para te olhar Tibe que roubar a lua Para te poder iluminar Quando iluminei o teu rosto Fez-se dia no meu corpo
Ondas sagradas do Tejo Deixa-me beijar as tuas aguas Deixa-me dar-te um beijo Um beijo de magoa Um beijo de saudade Para levar ao mar e o mar a minha
Harold Land, with a wave of his hand Said goodbye to all that He paid his bills and stopped the milk Then put on his hat He tried to say his last farewells
When a room becomes an altar and what beast that must exist it flies with music from our lips and steals a kiss and blows it out into the mist where castles
I had nine lives but I lost all of them And I've been searching in the night And I've been searching in the rain I tried to find them But they disappeared
To the gods in the sky there's one thing you can do you can send us some sun and we'll play you this tune because sitting in our room lying down with
I've got a key And a piece of paper in my pocket deep In my pocket piece of paper and a key As i wander through the street War is there a war or is there
And when it happens it's like honey and pain horns in the rain misty seas and mysteries a dog with no name it's that time again not sure if I'm sleeping
The weekend is the weekend And it's sunny in the park I'll stay here with my beer and fish and chips till it gets dark I've got a lot of homework But
And for all of the sweet loving that I have received in the sun in the rain by the moon by the sea there is one time that I'm thinking of one time
Song and melodies change and change and sway but they still stay the same the songs that we sung when the dark days come are the songs that we sung
This is a song that came upon me one night when the news it had been telling me about one more war and one more fight and 'aeh' I sighed but then I
If frisy hair was a metaphor for festival time then this woman is a goddess of that festival shrine, met her - at a jam in that garden of sorts I must
One day one woman asked him 'what do you to survive?' he said 'oh my dear listen here' and this is what he cried On my feet I wear two shoes for dancing
Walking down the street with some evil in my eye and some thoughts in my head that were making me feel high on my head was a hoodi in my ears was
Well, I grew up in silence From silence I became my history They fed me fear and violence They hooked me up to this reality Now I'm not cursing anyone
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia California on my mind Straddled that Greyhound, it rode me past Raleigh And on across Caroline Stopped in Charlotte