They'll look you in the eyes and stone you,
then turn and disown you.
Don't you let em take the fight outta you.
They'll walk all over your name
till they find someone else to blame.
Don't let it take the fight outta you.
Secrets hide their lies
inside hidden allibies.
Don't let it take the fight outta you.
They put the world on a hook,
it's worse every time I look.
Don't let em take the fight outta you.
I would rather take your punch
than not give you a shot.
I'd rather find out who you are
than who you're not.
Should've known better than to mistake business for love.
Should've known better than to mistake a fist for love.
It will be in your honor until you're not
needed any longer.
Don't let it take the fight outta you.
Don't believe the headlines,
check for yourself sometimes.
Don't let it take the fight outta you.
The lies you live become you,
the love you lose, it numbs you.
Don't let it take the fight outta you.
You say that you've arrived,
that's just a high class bribe.
Don't let it take the fight outta you.
I would rather take your punch
than not give you a shot.
I'd rather find out who you are,
than who you're not.
Should've known better than to mistake business for love.
Should've known better than to mistake a fist for love.
There's always someone younger,
Someone with more hunger.
Don't let it take the fight outta you.
They'll say you're one and only
They'll straight up leave you lonely.
Don't let it take the fight outta you.
Like a transplant patient
waiting for a donor.
Don't let it take the fight outta you.
Like a half empty balloon
after a party in the corner.
Don't let it take the fight outta you.
BEN HARPER
Written by J. H. "Red" Hayes & Jack Rhodes
How many times have you heard someone say,
"If I had his money, I could do things my way."
But little they know that it's so hard to find
One rich man in Ten with a satisfied mind.
Once I was winning in fortune and fame;
Everything that I dreamed of to get a start in lifes game.
But suddenly it happened, I lost every dime,
But I'm richer by far with a satisfied mind.
Money can't buy back your youth when you're old
Or a friend when you're lonesome or a love that's grown cold;
The wealthiest person is a pauper at times
Compared to the man with a satisfied mind.
When life is over, my time has run out,
My friends and my loved ones I'll leave, there's no doubt.
But one thing for certain, when it comes my time,
I'll leave this old world with a satisfied mind.
By Bob Dylan (audio below)
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
LEONARD COHEN
(thank you for reminding me...
and for making me put on my dancing shoes!)
Não posso adiar o amor para outro século
não posso
ainda que o grito sufoque na garganta
ainda que o ódio estale e crepite e arda
sob montanhas cinzentas
e montanhas cinzentas
Não posso adiar este abraço
que é uma arma de dois gumes
amor e ódio
não posso adiar
ainda que a noite pese séculos sobre as costas
e a aurora indecisa demore
não posso adiar para outro século a minha vida
nem o meu amor
nem o meu grito de libertação
não posso adiar o coração
Poema de António Ramos Rosa, musicado pelo projecto Linha da Frente
(também a propósito da partida do João Aguardela... - aos 39 é sempre muito cedo - ...
vale a pena visitar A Naifa)
nota: eu sei, o vídeo é de gosto gráfico muito duvidoso, mas foi o único que encontrei!