People Ain't No Good

 

 

People just ain't no good
I think that's well understood
You can see it everywhere you look
People just ain't no good

We were married under cherry trees
Under blossom we made our vows
All the blossoms come sailing down
Through the streets and through the playgrounds

The sun would stream on the sheets
Awoken by the morning bird
We'd buy the Sunday newspapers
And never read a single word

People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good

Seasons came, seasons went
The winter stripped the blossoms bare
A different tree now lines the streets
Shaking its fists in the air

The winter slammed us like a fist
The windows rattling in the gales
To which she drew the curtains
Made out of her wedding veils

People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good

To our love send a dozen white lilies
To our love send a coffin of wood
To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo
That people they just ain't no good
To our love send back all the letters
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry
That people they just ain't no good

It ain't in their hearts they're bad
They can comfort you, some even try
They nurse you when you're ill of health
They bury you when you go and die
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They'd stick by you if they could
But that's just bullshit
People just ain't no good

People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good

Ponto de Fuga

Acho q isso não faz bem pra mim...
Tô pensativo e escutando Pink Floyd
Com as luzes apagadas e o PC em auto-contraste

Se eu começar a girar na cadeira, pode ser q me prendam por uso de drogas

Só faltaria um caleidoscópio p eu entrar em êxtase

Por que apenas em girar na cadeira, já me esqueceria do mundo e vomitaria

Talvez seja apenas isso que eu queira: esquecer do mundo

…

Mas como poderia me desprender do mundo

Se nem desse português com mínimos erros consigo me livrar?

Bom dia; Boa tarde; Boa noite;

Will the misty master break me?
 Will the key unlock my mind?
 Will the following footsteps catch me?
 Am I really dying?
(Julia Dream - Pink Floyd)