As sure as eggs is eggs

0 comments | sexta-feira, julho 20, 2007

Será esta circunstância de, ao fim de anos e anos, ser capaz de ouvir com deleite os longos 22.52 minutos de "Supper's ready", dos Genesis, um sinal de "cotagem"? Não. É uma excelente forma de concentração no trabalho, distraindo das notícias de mesquinhez humana que se vão conhecendo. Deixo-vos os versos da sequência final ("As sure as eggs is eggs"):


And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue,
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true,
I've been so far from here,
Far from your loving arms,
Now I'm back again, and babe it's gonna work out fine.


Can't you feel our souls ignite
Shedding ever changing colours, in the darkness of the fading night,
Like the river joins the ocean, as the germ in a seed grows
We have finally been freed to get back home.


There's an angel standing in the sun, and he's crying with a loud voice,
"This is the supper of the mighty one",
The Lord of Lords,
King of Kings,
Has returned to lead his children home,
To take them to the new Jerusalem.

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