sábado, janeiro 21, 2006

something I wish to say long ago

Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Ah, look at all the lonely people!

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church
Where a wedding has been,
Lives in a dream,
Waits at the window, wearing a face
That she keeps in a jar by the door,
Who is it for?

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon
That no one will hear.
No one comes near.
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night
When there's nobody there, what does he care?

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Ah, look at all the lonely people!

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried
Along with her name.
Nobody came.
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the grave
No one was saved.

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
John Lennon and Paul McCartney

3 comentários:

frosado disse...

Bela musiquinha!

Olho Pineal disse...

uma das canções da minha vida
tenho para aí umas 50 versões diferentes em casa
a minha preferida, por acaso, até é instrumental: é a do stanley jordan


hmbf

Vítor Leal Barros disse...

ainda bem que gostaram... não sei se concordam comigo, mas esta música é a ironia perfeita à solidão... ou melhor, não é à solidão, é antes a ironia perfeita àqueles cuja a arrogância impede de saber o que é partilhar a vida com os outros... (interessante, mas acho que sem querer este post e o último publicado combinam perfeitamente)