quinta-feira, 7 de junho de 2007

#5 - I was so much older then, i'm younger than that now

"Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row"

"Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying."

2 comentários:

nina maria disse...

Eu estou tentando focar a atenção no bigode dele, mas as unhas dessa última foto merecem um blog à parte. Que horror!

Defunto Autor disse...

Only one thing I did wrong.
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long.