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La force des choses
8.4.07
 
Fool's Overture


History recalls how great the fall can be
While everybody's sleeping, the boats put out to sea
Borne on the wings of time
It seemed the answers were so easy to find
"Too late" the prophets cry
The island's sinking, let's take to the sky

Called the man a fool, striped him of his pride
Everyone was laughing up until the day he died
And though the wound went deep
Still he's calling us out of our sleep

My friends, we're not alone
He waits in silence to lead us all home


Comments:
Há muitos anos que não ouvia esta canção, foi uma das minhas preferidas a começos dos anos 80. Lembro perfeitamente que, tinha chegado a Portugal no ano 1981, e fui a uma loja de discos, (loja que já não existe) e comprei os Supertramp e the Best of "The Doors".

Lindo recordar.

Abraço
 
great song! cheers
 
a música é a intemporal arte do tempo.
aqui o espaço fica calado.
é só o fluir do élan vital

cheers Porfirio
Abraço LuisEnrique
 
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