Fisherman´s blues.I wish I was a fishermanTumblin’ on the seasFar away from dry landAnd it’s bitter memoriesCasting out my sweet lineWith abandonment and loveNo ceiling bearin’ down on me’cept the starry sky aboveWith light in my headYou in my armsWoohoo!I wish I was the brakemanOn a hurtlin’ fevered trainCrashing a-headlong into the heartlandLike a cannon in the rainWith the beating of the sleepersAnd the burnin’ of the coalCounting the towns flashing byIn a night that’s full of soulWith light in my headYou in my armsWoohoo!Well I know I will be loosenedFrom bonds that hold me fastThat the chains all hung around meWill fall away at lastAnd on that fine and fateful dayI will take me in my handsI will ride on the trainI will be the fishermanWith light in my headYou in my armsThe 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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