Rusted brandy in a diamond glass
everything is made from dreams
time is made from honey slow and sweet
only the fools know what it means
temptation, temptation, temptation
oh, temptation, temptation,
I can't resist
I know that she is made of smoke
but I've lost my way
she knows that I am broke
so that I must play
temptation, temptation, temptation
oh, woah, temptation, temptation,
I can resist
Dutch pink and Italian blue
she is there waiting for you
my will his disappeared now
my confusion's oh so clear
temptation, temptation, temptation
woah, woah, temptation, temptation
I can't resist
& ride with us young bonny lass
with the angels of the night.
Crack wind clatter flesh rein bite on an out-size unicorn.
Rough-shod winging sky blue flight on a cold wind to Valhalla.
& join with us please Valkyrie maidens cry above the cold wind to Valhalla. Break fast with the gods. Night angels serve
with ice-bound majesty.
Frozen flaking fish raw nerve
in a cup of silver liquid fire.
Moon jet brave beam split ceiling swerve & light the old Valhalla.
Come join with us pleaseValkyrie maidens cry
above the cold wind to Valhalla.
The heroes rest upon the sighs of Thor's trusty hand maidens.
Midnight lonely whisper cries,
``We're getting a bit short on heroes lately.''
Sword snap fright white pale goodbyes in the desolation of Valhalla.
& join with us please Valkyrie maidens ride
empty-handed on the cold wind to Valhalla...
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake
consciência maior arma
mapa pra qualquer lugar
to na área,
deslizando,
num concreto a recortar
o horizonte ali adiante
tomou forma geométrica
e o que era importante
tive que memorizar
sem problema,
to ligeira
já bem sei remediar
minha voz é o que me resta e rapidinho
vai ecoar
pelo vale, na Pompéia
de Caymmi eu ouço o mar
Villa Lobos, a floresta
hoje eu vou sacolejar
caiu na roda,
ou acorda,
ou vai rodar!
consciência, a maior arma
mapa pra qualquer lugar
to na área deslizando
num concreto a recortar
o horizonte ali adiante
tomou forma geométrica
e o que era importante
tive que memorizar
sem problema,
to ligeira
já bem sei remediar
minha voz é o que me resta e rapidinho
vai ecoar
pelo vale, na Pompéia
de Caymmi eu ouço o mar
Villa Lobos, a floresta
hoje eu vou sacolejar
caiu na roda,
ou acorda,
ou vai rodar!
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