I wish I was a fisherman Tumblin’ on the seas Far away from dry land And it’s bitter memories Casting out my sweet line With abandonment and love No ceiling bearin’ down on me ’cept the starry sky above With light in my head You in my arms Woohoo!
I wish I was the brakeman On a hurtlin’ fevered train Crashing a-headlong into the heartland Like a cannon in the rain With the beating of the sleepers And the burnin’ of the coal Counting the towns flashing by In a night that’s full of soul With light in my head You in my arms Woohoo!
Well I know I will be loosened From bonds that hold me fast That the chains all hung around me Will fall away at last And on that fine and fateful day I will take me in my hands I will ride on the train I will be the fisherman With light in my head You in my arms
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Fisherman´s blues.
I wish I was a fisherman
Tumblin’ on the seas
Far away from dry land
And it’s bitter memories
Casting out my sweet line
With abandonment and love
No ceiling bearin’ down on me
’cept the starry sky above
With light in my head
You in my arms
Woohoo!
I wish I was the brakeman
On a hurtlin’ fevered train
Crashing a-headlong into the heartland
Like a cannon in the rain
With the beating of the sleepers
And the burnin’ of the coal
Counting the towns flashing by
In a night that’s full of soul
With light in my head
You in my arms
Woohoo!
Well I know I will be loosened
From bonds that hold me fast
That the chains all hung around me
Will fall away at last
And on that fine and fateful day
I will take me in my hands
I will ride on the train
I will be the fisherman
With light in my head
You in my arms
The Waterboys
Tinhas razão, são brutais os quadros dele. Afinal já conhecia, mas vale sempre a pena ;)
been there, done that...
não há melhor conhecedor de tempestades...!
Mesmo assim, os quadros do museu gulbenkian conseguem transmitir outra...espiritualidade :)
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