Back in Town

Every night my dream’s the same
Same old city with a different name
They’re not coming to take me away
I don’t know why but I know I can’t stay

There’s a weight that’s pressing down
Late at night you can hear the sound
Even the noise you make when you sleep
Can’t swim across a river so deep

They know my name 'cause I told it to them
But they don’t know where and they don’t know when
It’s coming
When it’s coming

There’s this fear I keep so deep
Knew its name since before I could speak
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh

They know my name 'cause I told it to them
But they don’t know where and they don’t know when
It’s coming or when
But it’s coming, keep the car running

If some night I don’t come home
Please don’t think I’ve left you alone
The same place that I must go when they die
You can’t climb across a mountain so high
The same city where I go when I sleep
Can’t swim across a river so deep

They know my name 'cause I told it to them
But they don’t know where and they don’t know when
It’s coming or when
Is it coming? Keep the car running
Keep the car running
Keep the car running

Keep the Car Running
by The Arcade Fire.

Ode à Ferraz Egreja MT

We know a place where no planes go
We know a place where no ships go

(Hey!) No cars go
(Hey!) No cars go
Where we know

We know a place no space ships go
We know a place where no subs go

(Hey!) No cars go
(Hey!) No cars go
Where we know

(Hey!)
(Hey!)
(Cars go!)

(Hey!) Us kids know
(Hey!) No cars go
Where we know

Between the click of the light and the start of the dream
Between the click of the light and the start of the dream
Between the click of the light and the start of the dream
Between the click of the light and the start of the dream

I don’t want any pushing, and I don’t want any shoving.
We’re gonna do this in an orderly manner.
Women and children!
Women and children!
Women and children, let’s go!
Old folks, let’s go!
Babies needing cribs, let’s go!

No Cars Go
By The Arcade Fire.

As quatro estações

Vivaldi, além de violinista e compositor, era pisciano e ruivo.

Retrato

Eu não tinha este rosto de hoje,
assim calmo, assim triste, assim magro,
nem estes olhos tão vazios,
nem o lábio amargo.

Eu não tinha estas mãos sem força,
tão paradas e frias e mortas;
eu não tinha este coração
que nem se mostra.

Eu não dei por esta mudança,
tão simples, tão certa, tão fácil:
- Em que espelho ficou perdida
a minha face?

Cecília Meireles.

- Oh esperança, onde foi que te meteste?
Ao que uma voz abafada replica:
- A caixa de Pandora é mais segura.

Nicotina

Minha vida cheira a alcatrão.

Surra com cetro de ouro.

- Ó Odisseu! Tu me apiedas. Ao ler tuas agruras me pergunto: por quê?
Ao quê ele responde:
- Isso foi praga de Tersites!