INNISFREE IX

Outra pérola do grupo, composição do garanhão do Soho, o Marajá do Rock and Roll, ROY “SKIP” RAO. Sonhem ao lado de suas damas. Grande ROY…

SPRING BREEZE

ROY “SKIP” RAO

I want to write a letter I want
for the giant of cedar of my childhood
for the streets and for the fragrances
I want to write a letter for my heart

I want to write a letter for the nights
I want the Saturday nights

I want the excitement I want
I want my old house´s wheeze
the promises brought for the spring breeze

I want to write a letter
for the oak in the street of my childhood
I want the green girl
and its pretty and pitiless face
I want the cold days and windy
I want the adventure and the joy I want

I want to write a letter for the nights
I want the Saturday nights

I want the excitement I want
I want my old house´s wheeze
the promises brought for the spring breeze

Finalmente, a verdade: eu nasci há dez mil anos atrás.

Na verdade, quinze mil anos atrás. Sim, me lembro como se fosse hoje, eu fazia da tribo dos ESPREMEDORES-DE-URSO. Ah que saudades que eu tenho da minha infância querida, que os anos não trazem mais. Tempo bom, em que eu na inocência de minha pouca idade “estuporava” mamutes, tigres dente-de-sabre, megatérios. Não havia maldade em minh´alma, só “estoporamento” de animais de grande porte. Eu era feliz e não sabia…

Dom Beto – letra "fake"

Dom Beto,

não consegui acessar vosso e-mail (incompetência minha). Mesmo assim, vai aí o “fake”. Vê o que dá prá fazer.

CORINTIANO VOADOR

Never fight an inanimate object

It never fights against the moon
It never fights against the sun
It walks for safe streets and it keeps its thoughts of the passer-bys
Fatally as dawns Fatally as twilights
love waits behind each wall
Your love to you waits befall
the girl with iridescent eyes
in the dark room say goodbye

and Walks and walks and walks

the city nor distrusts of that afternoon
only Looks at it dreams of sun
But we are in the winter Solitary with our small loves

Never fights against the cold afternoons
Never fights against the cold streets
Never fights against the black moon
promises of the love that will come refract
Never fight an inanimate object