Fading in the grass...

We are but a moment's sunlight, fading in the grass...

Into Wild Road.

 

"I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road."

King Of The Road, Roger Miller, 1964.

MYM

Você vai para o céu? Ok, pode ser! Mas não faça a vida dos outros um inferno.

Mind Your Manners: Pearl Jam em sua essência.

Contra o mundo.

Son House: Um homem, e sua guitarra, contra o mundo.

Jazz...

The Jazz 100.

Noites em São Francisco.

"I wasn't born there
Perhaps I'll die there
There's no place left to go
San Francisco

A cop's face is filled with hate
Heavens above he's on a street called love
When will they ever learn?
Young cop, old cop feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night"

Na minha árvore.

In My Tree

Up here in my tree, yeah

Newspapers matter not to me, no

No more crowbars to my head, yeah

I'm trading stories with the leaves instead, yeah

Wave to all my friends, yeah

They don't seem to notice me, no

All their eyes trained on the street, yo, oh

Sidewalk cigarettes and scenes, (tem-pted)

Up here so high I start to shake

Up here so high the sky I scrape

I'm so high I hold just one breath here within my chest

Just like innocence

(Eddie's down in his home)

(Oh, the blue sky it's his home)

(Eddie's blue sky home)

(Oh, the blue sky it's his home)

I remember when, yeah

I swore I knew everything, oh yeah

Let's say knowledge is a tree, yeah

It's growing up just like me, yeah

I'm so light the wind he shakes

I'm so high the sky I scrape

I'm so light I hold just one breath and go back to my nest

Sleep with innocence...

Up here so high the boughs they break

Up here so high the sky I scrape

Had my eyes peeled both wide open, and I got a glimpse

Of my innocence... got back my inner sense...

Baby got it, still got it