Once there were mountains on mountains
And once there were sunbirds to soar with
And once I could never be down
Got to keep searching and searching
Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love?
Wonderful, wonderful, wonder when
Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?
Drink to the men who protect you and i
Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high
Its not the side-effects of the cocaine
Im thinking that it must be love
Its too late - to be grateful
Its too late - to be late again
Its too late - to be hateful
David Bowie, Station to Station
Este Bowie e atribuido a todos os que passam a vida de estacao em estacao... Nao servira de nada ler sem escutar, therefore, liebe frauen und herren, introducing YouTube in diese blog!: Here we are!
(3 minutes of boredom is worth it till you get to the mountains!!)
1 comment:
Station to Station, essa M.... é racismo pá!
Então tu discriminas os manos apeadeiros!
Tu vai ver, quando lá fores ò "brow" Bowie, vais conhecer uma "fusca"!!
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