terça-feira, 30 de novembro de 2004


Is there anybody out there?

Faz hoje 25 anos que foi lançado um dos melhores álbuns de sempre da história do Rock’n Roll.

I got a little black book with my poems in
I’ve got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hands blues
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from
I got electric light
And I’ve got second sight
I’ve got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home
I got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt
I’ve got nicotine stains on my fingers
I’ve got a silver spoon on a chain
I’ve got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I've got wild, staring eyes
And I’ve got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to
Ooooo Babe
When I pick up the phone
There's still nobody home
I’ve got a pair of Gohill boots
But I got fading roots…

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