FMI
O menino é mal criado, o menino é ‘pequeno burguês’, o menino pertence a uma classe sem futuro histórico…
Cripple and the Starfish
I am very very happy
So please hurt me
Quando ouço isto também eu ganho asas e vou para lá.
Birdland
I'm going up, I'm going up
Take me up, I'm going up, I'll go up there
Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up
Up, up to the belly of a ship.
Let the ship slide open and we'll go inside of it
Where we are not human, we're not human.
Well, there was sand, there were tiles,
The sun had melted the sand and it coagulated
Like a river of glass
When it hardened he looked at the surface
He saw his face
And where there were eyes were just two white opals, two white opals,
Where there were eyes there were just two white opals
And he looked up and the rays shot
And he saw raven comin' in
And he crawled on his back and he went up
Up up up up up up
