Nascido em Brooklyn, New York a 2 de Março de 1942 é um cantor, guitarrista e compositor norte-americano.
É por alguns considerado o pai da música alternativa, poeta das esquinas de Nova Iorque. Foi um dos vocais do The Velvet Underground, influenciando Iggy Pop, New York Dolls e David Bowie. Mais tarde toda a cena pós-punk inglesa. Reed já dividiu escovas de dentes com travesti, descoloriu o cabelo, foi internado e deu a volta por cima. Admirador de Poe e Raymond Chandler, além de James Joyce, a quem faz referências em Blue Mask.
Give blood But you may find that blood is enough Give blood And there are some who'll say it's not enough Give blood But don't expect too ever see reward Give blood You can give it all but still asked for more
Give blood But it could cost more than your dignity Give blood Parade your pallor in iniquity Give blood They will cry and say they're in our debt Give blood But then they'll sigh and they will soon forget
[man in background] where heading for the day of blessings i'm telling ya, Its all building up to something, Something that's opening beginning with fire
So give love and keep blood between brothers Give love and keep blood between brothers Give love and keep blood between brothers Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give blood But you may find that blood is not enough Give blood And there are some who'll say it's not enough Give blood But don't expect too ever see reward Give blood You can give it all but still asked for more
So give love and keep blood between brothers Give love and keep blood between brothers Give love and keep blood between brothers Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give your love and keep blood between brothers Give your love and keep blood between brothers Give love and keep blood between brothers Give love and keep blood between brothers Give love and keep blood between brothers
Aqui estou eu de novo nesta maldita cidade e tu estás tão longe de mim e onde estás tu quando o Sol se põe? estás tão longe de mim estás tão longe de mim tão longe que eu nem te vejo estás tão longe de mim estás tão longe de mim é isso aí estou cansado de estar te amando e sozinho quando tu estás tão longe de mim estou cansado de namorar pelo telefone porque tu estás tão longe de mim estás tão longe de mim tão longe que eu nem te vejo tão longe de mim estás tão longe de mim é isso aí e eu fico cansado quando tenho que explicar que tu estás tão longe de mim tu estás ao sol e eu estou á chuva e tu estás tão longe de mim tão longe de mim tão longe que eu nem te estás tão longe de mim estás tão longe de mim saca só estás tão longe de mim estás tão longe é isso aí estás tão longe estás tão longe de mim
Another saturday night and I ain't got nobody I've got some money 'cause I just got paid Now how I wish I had someone to talk to I'm in an awful way.
I got in town a month ago I've seen a lot of girls since then, If I could meet 'em I could get 'em But as yet I haven't met 'em Thats how I'm in the state I'm in.
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Another fella told me He had a sister who looked just fine Instead of bein' my deliverance She had a strange resemblance To a cat named Frankenstein.
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Its hard on a fella When he don't know his way around If I don't find me a honey To help me spend my money I'm gonna have to blow this town.
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Another saturday night and I ain't got nobody I've got some money 'cause I just got paid How I wish I had someone to talk to I'm in an awful, ooh, I'm in an awful way, He's in an awful way, I'm in an awful ooh, I'm in an awful way, He's in an awful way.
At dead of night, when strangers roam The streets in search of anyone wholl take them home I lie alone, the clock strikes three And anyone who wanted to could contact me At dead of night, till break of day Endless thoughts and questions keep me awake Its much too late
Whereve you been? Whove you seen? You didnt phone when you said you would! Do you lie? Do you try To keep in touch? you know you could Ive tried to see your point of view But could not hear or see For jealousy
I never knew time passed so slow I wish Id never met you, or that I could bear to let you go At dead of night, till break of day Endless thoughts and questions keep me awake Its much too late
Whereve you been? Whove you seen? You didnt phone when you said you would! Do you lie? Do you try To keep in touch? you know you could Ive tried to see your point of view But could not hear or see For jealousy Whereve you been? Whove you seen? You didnt phone when you said you would! Do you lie? Do you try To keep in touch? you know you could Ive tried to see your point of view But could not hear or see For jealousy
Whereve you been? Whove you seen? You didnt phone when you said you would! Do you lie? Do you try To keep in touch? you know you could Ive tried to see your point of view But could not hear or see For jealousy Whereve you been? Whove you seen? You didnt phone when you said you would! Do you lie? Do you try To keep in touch? you know you could Ive tried to see your point of view But could not hear or see For jealousy
Don Mac Lean escreveu esta canção dedicada a Vincent Van Gogh em 1971 depois de ler um Livro sobre o pintor, a canção descreve alguns dos quadros de Van Gogh
Starry starry night paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land. And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. They would not listen they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry starry night flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue. Colors changing hue morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night. You took your life as lovers often do; But I could have told you Vincent this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Starry starry night portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free. They would not listen they're not list'ning still perhaps they never will.
Esta não bem a minha céna mas como é de Olhão e tem qualidade não quero deixar de divulgar
Girassol
Sócrates aparece rodeado por uma autêntica corola de mulheres, 6 delas. São as pétalas de um Primeiro-Ministro. França teve o seu Rei-Sol e a nós, subliminarmente, dão-nos o girassol, metáfora que vem acrescida de uma dimensão gravitacional de significado profundo - tudo gira em torno de Sócrates.
