Tim Buckley,
Blue Afternoon
Rel. date: 1969 Straight Records
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I was just a curly-haired mountain boy
On my way
Passing thru I heard a voice
Whisper good evening
I turned to a shadow
And saw her there
So all alone
She had those sad china eyes
That sang each time she smiled
Ah, but the song
It seemed to linger
So long it deepened
My love for her
Until she called me near
And then we waltzed to our heart beat
All around
The sea was swaying
The breeze was praying
Never to leave her alone
Alone
Oh, the time just slipped on by
And with the time
So did our love
Ah, her every move
Just like a fever
Just like a fever
Burnin' inside would not leave me
“O meu nome é João Raposão. Mais precisamente, João Raposão do Audiovisual. E estou aqui sentado como o adivinho Tirésius à espera que me cresçam as mamas.”
Look at me
John Lennon,
John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band,
1970
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Look at me,
Who am I supposed to be?
Who am I supposed to be?
Look at me,
What am I supposed to be?
What am I supposed to be?
Look at me,
Oh my love, oh my love.
Here I am,
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do?
Here I am,
What can I do for you?
What can I do for you?
Here I am,
Oh my love, oh my love.
Look at me, oh please look at me, my love,
Here I am - Oh my love.
Who am I?
Nobody knows but me,
Nobody knows but me,
Who am I?
Nobody else can see,
Just you and me,
Who are we?
Oh my love, oh my love.
Oh my love...