40 anos, ontem

De cabeça erguida

Louco é quando escrevem tudo aquilo que vocẽ sente, que você queria escrever, dizer, gritar.

And the world could die in pain
And I wouldn’t feel no shame
And there’s nothing holding me to blame
Makes you want to feel makes you want to try
Makes you want to blow the stars from the sky
I’m taking myself to the dirty part of town
Where all my troubles can’t be found