He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door
Oh, what a lucky man he was
White lace and feathers
They made up his bed
A gold covered mattress
On which he was laid
Oh, what a lucky man he was
He went to fight wars
For his country and his king
Of his honor and his glory
The people would sing:
Oh, what a lucky man he was
A bullet had found him
His blood ran as he cried
No money could save him
So he laid down and he died
Oh, what a lucky man he was
(Emerson, Lake & Palmer)
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4 comentários:
Ondinha má, Carlos?
Oh, what a lucky man you are
Only some "things" could save you
Não conhecia... quase uma versão seventies de "O menino da sua mãe" ... ;)
A letra é simples e a msg tb: não o levarás contigo! ;)
E a onda n é nada má, mas um texto é um texto, e quando se apresenta está aí, para que se leia ou se despreze.
ai que o Barthes está aí a dar voltas...
Happy feelings !
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