Há dias que esta música não me sai da cabeça. E, logo pela manhã, procuro-a no iPod e oiço-a com um inexplicável prazer.
"Going
To A Town"
(Rufus Wainwright)
I'm going
to a town that has already been burnt down
I'm going
to a place that has already been disgraced
I'm gonna
see some folks who have already been let down
I'm so
tired of America
I'm gonna
make it up for all of The Sunday Times
I'm gonna
make it up for all of the nursery rhymes
They never
really seem to want to tell the truth
I'm so
tired of you, America
Making my
own way home, ain't gonna be alone
I've got a
life to lead, America
I've got a
life to lead
Tell me, do
you really think you go to hell for having loved?
Tell me,
enough of thinking everything that you've done is good
I really
need to know, after soaking the body of Jesus Christ in blood
I'm so
tired of America
I really
need to know
I may just
never see you again, or might as well
You took
advantage of a world that loved you well
I'm going
to a town that has already been burnt down
I'm so
tired of you, America
Making my
own way home, ain't gonna be alone
I've got a
life to lead, America
I've got a
life to lead
I got a
soul to feed
I got a
dream to heed
And that's
all I need
Making my
own way home, ain't gonna be alone
I'm going to a town
That has
already been burnt down