segunda-feira, 30 de agosto de 2010

'Spectacial' toast

In that little bottle, wine was soft and cold
I was only waiting to find out the world
Then I saw my father, he was happy and fat
Drank a little more wine, told me, just like that:

'Boy, it’s "spectacial" to feel all this glee
– Knew he was just trying to get along with me –
Know the things that, on Earth, we’ve got to see
If there’s none, come on!, invent, my boy, you’re free!'

Dad, I love you and I love the way we’re fine
Despite all the troubles, after so much time
Nice to see what life can bring us all to do
Nice to share this cup of red dry wine with you

Nice to share this cup of red dry wine with you
But now I have got to see what I am through

Got to find my way and hold what I can reach
Thanks for all the pretty things you tried to teach
Now my time has come to be put on the line
Let me share with you another cup of wine

There’s no need to run, oh!, there’s no need to flee
But I am just a 21 old boy, you see
And if I left to San Fran, if I left to coastland?
You’d not say a thing but guess you’d understand

Even though you never took me by the hand
You’d not say a thing but guess you’d understand

Yes, it’d be 'spectacial' to live by the sea
Fucking all the mess up, kicking with the knee
Big fat California, when I get to see
Life will be the same, but so will not be me

Dirt is in the rubbish bin, we’re now so rich
Life is just so nice, oh God!, life is a bitch!
There’s no home at home, the road goes ever on
Take a cup of wine with your 'spectacial' son

'Boy, it’s "spectacial" to feel all this glee
– Knew he was just trying to get along with me –
Know the things that, on Earth, we’ve got to see
If there’s none, come on!, invent, my boy, you’re free!'

Yes, it’d be 'spectacial' to live by the sea
Fucking all the mess up, kicking with the knee
Big fat California, when I get to see
Life will be the same, but so will not be me

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