dava o meu braço direito para ter escrito qualquer uma destas músicas...

diamonds and rust

em 1975 joan baez escreveu e dedicou esta música ao bob dylan e à sua filha-da-putice... agora o filho da puta fui (mais uma vez...) eu. podes dedicá-la a mim... alguns versos até são directamente aplicáveis...

well I'll be damned
here comes your ghost again
but that's not unusual
it's just that the moon is full
and you happened to call
and here I sit
hand on the telephone
hearing a voice I'd known
a couple of light years ago
heading straight for a fall

as I remember your eyes
were bluer than robin's eggs
my poetry was lousy you said
where are you calling from?
a booth in the midwest
ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
you brought me something
we both know what memories can bring
they bring diamonds and rust

well you burst on the scene
already a legend
the unwashed phenomenon
the original vagabond
you strayed into my arms
and there you stayed
temporarily lost at sea
the madonna was yours for free
yes the girl on the half-shell
would keep you unharmed

now I see you standing
with brown leaves falling around
and snow in your hair
now you're smiling out the window
of that crummy hotel
over washington square
our breath comes out white clouds
mingles and hangs in the air
speaking strictly for me
we both could have died then and there

now you're telling me
you're not nostalgic
then give me another word for it
you who are so good with words
and at keeping things vague
because I need some of that vagueness now
it's all come back too clearly
yes I loved you dearly
and if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid

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a melhor música de todos os tempos. hoje.

sara



I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky,
when the children were babies and played on the beach.
you came up behind me, I saw you go by,
you were always so close and still within reach.

sara, sara,
whatever made you want to change your mind?
sara, sara,
so easy to look at, so hard to define.

I can still see them playin' with their pails in the sand,
they run to the water their buckets to fill.
I can still see the shells fallin' out of their hands
as they follow each other back up the hill.

sara, sara,
sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life,
sara, sara,
radiant jewel, mystical wife.

sleepin' in the woods by a fire in the night,
drinkin' white rum in a portugal bar,
them playin' leapfrog and hearin' about snow white,
you in the marketplace in savanna-la-mar.

sara, sara,
it's all so clear, I could never forget,
sara, sara,
lovin' you is the one thing I'll never regret.

I can still hear the sounds of those methodist bells,
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through,
stayin' up for days in the chelsea Hotel,
writin' "sad-eyed lady of the lowlands" for you.

sara, sara,
wherever we travel we're never apart.
sara, oh sara,
beautiful lady, so dear to my heart.

how did I meet you? I don't know.
a messenger sent me in a tropical storm.
you were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow
and on lily pond lane when the weather was warm.

sara, oh sara,
scorpio sphinx in a calico dress,
sara, sara,
you must forgive me my unworthiness.

now the beach is deserted except for some kelp
and a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore.
you always responded when I needed your help,
you gimme a map and a key to your door.

sara, oh sara,
glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow,
sara, oh sara,
don't ever leave me, don't ever go.

bob dylan - desire (1975)