Maninho, eis a intro, os versos e a sabedoria doentia tal como prometido :) Theres a man in the theatre with girlish eyes Whos holding my childhood to ransom On the screen theres a death, theres a rustle of cloth And a sickly voice calling me handsome Theres a man in the theatre with sly girlish eyes On the screen theres an ape, a gorilla Theres a groan, theres a cough, theres a rustle of cloth And a voice that stinks of death and vanilla This city is an ogre squatting by the river It gives life but it takes it away, my youth There comes a time when you just cannot deliver This is a fact. This is a stone cold truth. Do you love me? - I love you, handsome. But do you love me? - Yes, I love you, you are handsome Amongst the cogs and the wires, my youth Vanilla breath and handsome apes with girlish eyes Dreams that roam between truth and untruth Memories that become monstrous lies So onward! And Onward! And Onward I go! Onward! And Upward! And Im off to find love With blue-black bracelets on my wrists and my ankles And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 14:10:47 +0000