Bob Marley - Natural Mystic

There's a natural mystic blowing through the air
If you listen carefully now you will hear
This could be the first trumpet
Might as well be the last
Many more will have to suffer
Many more will have to die
Don't ask me why

Things are not the way they used to be
I won't tell no lie
One and all got to face reality now

Though I try to find the answer
To all the questions they ask
Though I know it's impossible
To go living through the past
Don't tell no lie
There's a natural mystic blowing through the air

Can't keep them down
If you listen carefully now you will hear
Such a natural mystic
Blowing through the air

Postado em: 11/05/2007 09:11 - publicado por mOx
                   
                 Bob Marley - War

Sem instopeccao especies naum passam tempos consigo... chamam o contrario de egotrip...

Mudando de assunto, sem mais palavras!

Pink Floyd - Echoes

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no-one called us to the land
And no-one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can

And no-one calls us to move on
And no-one forces down our eyes
And no-one speaks and no-one tries
And no-one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky

Invariantemente sob o dominio do tempo restamos entre milhoes em nossa vida simples, espinhenta e...

Pois quando rebatemos desaforos, ninguem entre muitos controla o sentir das proximas inalacoes de ar... Gostaria-se que nada perdido no mundo fosse uma ou outra hora despertado.. Mas pq entaum naum tomara satisfacao? O descontrole fanfarrou a partir de entaum, como se no meio do nada fosse a caravela da real sociedade nos salvar perante tal.

Aos bem concebidos, como se nada na relva fosse sentido, como se nossas vidas estivessem a fio, ou por ele... Deixamos de lado preocupacoes, pensamentos tem meios multiformes de se avaliar... Descontrole? Soh quando passam-nos a perna em vao...

Aos eventos, desde a retomada do controle as coisas vaum profetizar o acontecido anteriormente, mas quando se trata da criacao eventual profissionalmente lidamos sempre com vida. Nas formas interpessoais, nosso consolo de ver o lado etc do humano.

Sob as arvores ha fumaca, sob o vento ha beneficios...