«I'm, so tired of you, America»

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