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Tuesday, October 11, 2005

i don't wanna grow up

a verdadeira razão porque eu não desisto da ideia do amor é porque acredito que este é a verdadeira máquina de brincar.

I DON'T WANNA GROW UP

(tom Waits/k. Brennan)
When I'm Lyin' In My Bed At Night
I Don't Wanna Grow Up
Nothin' Ever Seems To Turn Out Right
I Don't Wanna Grow Up
How Do You Move In A World Of Fog
That's Always Changing Things
Makes Me Wish That I Could Be A Dog
When I See The Price That You Pay
I Don't Wanna Grow Up
I Don't Ever Wanna Be That Way
I Don't Wanna Grow Up

Seems Like Folks Turn Into Things
That They'd Never Want
The Only Thing To Live For
Is Today...
I'm Gonna Put A Hole In My Tv Set
I Don't Wanna Grow Up
Open Up The Medicine Chest
And I Don't Wanna Grow Up
I Don't Wanna Have To Shout It Out
I Don't Want My Hair To Fall Out
I Don't Wanna Be Filled With Doubt
I Don't Wanna Be A Good Boy Scout
I Don't Wanna Have To Learn To Count
I Don't Wanna Have The Biggest Amount
I Don't Wanna Grow Up

Well When I See My Parents Fight
I Don't Wanna Grow Up
They All Go Out And Drinking All Night
And I Don't Wanna Grow Up
I'd Rather Stay Here In My Room
Nothin' Out There But Sad And Gloom
I Don't Wanna Live In A Big Old Tomb
On Grand Street

When I See The 5 O'clock News
I Don't Wanna Grow Up
Comb Their Hair And Shine Their Shoes
I Don't Wanna Grow Up
Stay Around In My Old Hometown
I Don't Wanna Put No Money Down
I Don't Wanna Get Me A Big Old Loan
Work Them Fingers To The Bone
I Don't Wanna Float A Broom
Fall In Love And Get Married Then Boom
How The Hell Did I Get Here So Soon
I Don't Wanna Grow Up

GOSTO DO AMOR PORQUE AMO A IDEIA DA CO-ARQUITECTURA DA CARNE E DO DISCURSO

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

ciao onan. Mi dispiace, non parlo la tua lingua. Sono finita nel tuo blog perchè cercavo un dipinto di chagall, e...pluf! Eccomi qui. Mi sono emozionata perchè sai, la verità è che stavo leggendo Pessoa, e così ho letto una poesia che mi ha pensare a quel quadro e l'ho cercato su google perchè volevo trascrivere la poesia sul dipinto e regalarla al mio amato. Che caso strano ritrovarmi qui. Ho amato tanto Lisbona, ed invero nessun altra città ha saputo emozionarmi tanto. Salutala per me, dille che l'amo. p.s. ho letto che ti piace Pasolini, e mi hai reso felice.
Buona vita onan, è stato bello capitare qui, anche se per sbaglio!

Anonymous said...

sono tornata per vedere se mi avevi risposto, invece no...ciao onan, a volte ti vengo a trovare...