ATENÇÃO

Se o motociclismo é o seu hobby favorito; se ao menos uma vez por semana você precisa reunir-se com seus amigos para um passeio de moto; se você já carregou nas costas o peso dos brasões de vários clubes ou está seriamente pré disposto a arcar com a responsabilidade de formar um novo motoclube; se você passa a semana inteira não aguentando esperar até o sábado para vestir seu colete, ou passa a semana indo trabalhar de carro e não vê a hora de pegar a sua moto no fim de semana; se você é consciente o suficiente para não pegar a estrada com mau tempo ou para não rodar sob efeito de álcool ou entorpecentes; se você exige ser rotulado de "motociclista" ou se você passa mais tempo em frente ao computador do que sobre duas rodas, e isso te incomoda... desculpe, seu lugar definitivamente não é aqui e talvez você se sinta desconfortável sabendo que para nós você não passa de um elo fraco dessa corrente. Portanto, meu conselho... IGNORE ESTE BLOG!

Dan

05/12/2009

Like a Rolling Stone

Em minha opinião, todas as letras que foram escritas depois desta são mera vaidade artística, porque tudo o que precisa ser dito está dito ai e não há mais nada a dizer... e Dylan tem que ser lembrado para todo o sempre por ter escrito esta letra...



Like A Rolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

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