Música da Semana

A semana começa cheio de expectativas e de trabalhos desafiadores, por isso a música da semana vai ser para inspirar a criação, Iron & Wine uma banda de Folk Rock americana, para quem gosta de baladas como a de Neil Young, vale a pena conferir. Bem, então vamos sentar e criar, por que a semana está apenas começando.

Grace Dor Saints And Ramblers
Iron & Wine

But it all came down to you and I
But it all came down to you and I

There were banged up hens (?) stealing first base
Underneath the tables so we never sang grace
Falling out of bed for the workday week
There was kissing in the cracks of the flash flood streets
There were button blossoms and merry johnny rottens (?)
Chewed up and swallowed by the profit they were trying to follow
Bit too green (?) and we paid no tax on our quick romantic cul de sac

But it all came down to you and I
But it all came down to you and I

There were washed out cars in our bark-old clothes
They were rubbing on each other rubbing ghost on ghost
There were jonesed-up punks and Jesus freaks
Weaving in and out of trouble wrapping round and round a leash
There were sleepless dreamers, blues day preachers
The message and the messenger, gum beneath the register
The sweet gum tree by the dug dunk tank (?)
We could never give enough to the bad-luck bank
There were hopeless sinners, sweepstake winners
They danced with the farmer’s daughter, capered with the corporate lawyers

But it all came down to you and I
But it all came down to you and I
But it all came down to you and I
But it all came down to you and I

There was laughing in the night, sugar in the shade
There were backstab handshakes made on faith
We were never out of time and we never entertained
Anybody said out of habit that the wind was going to change
There were restless misfits, teething biscuits
Bodies full of penny wishes, parties full of pretty dishes
Side by side with the birds and bees
And we never sang grace and never ever took a knee
With the saints and ramblers, movie star handlers
High above the aviary, underneath the cemetery
And we never wondered why, ‘cause the sun was in our eyes
There was seed for the field, there was grease for the wheel
We were drinking with the luminaries, eating with the visionaries

But it all came down to you and I
But it all came down to you and I
But it all came down to you and I
But it all came down to you and I

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