...anunciou-se a morte da poesia nestes tempos da pós modernidade... mas a poesia voltou simplesmente ao seu início, à origem mais remota, ao canto, à música...
Widdin' your way down on Baker Street Light in your head and dead on your feet Well another crazy day You'll drink the night away And forget about everything This city desert makes you feel so cold. It's got so many people but it's got no soul And it's taking you so long To find out you were wrong When you thought it had everything
You used to think that it was so easy You used to say that it was so easy But you're tryin' You're tryin' now Another year and then you'll be happy Just one more year and then you'll be happy But you're cryin' You're cryin' now
Way down the street there's a lad in his place He opens the door he's got that look on his face And he asks you where you've been You tell him who you've seen And you talk about anything
He's got this dream about buyin' some land He's gonna give up the booze and the one night stands And then he'll settle down there's a quiet little town And forget about everything
But you know he'll always keep movin' You know he's never gonna stop movin Cus he's rollin' He's the rollin' stone
And when you wake up it's a new mornin' The sun is shinin' it's a new morning You're goin' You're goin' home.
And if one day i should become A singer with a spanish bum Who sings for women of great virtue I'd sing to them with a guitar I borrowed from a coffee bar Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you My name would be antonio And all my bridges i would burn And when i gave them some they'd know I'd expect something in return I'd have to get drunk every night And talk about virility With some old grandmother That might be decked out like a christmas tree And no pink elephant i'd see Though i'd be drunk as i could be Still i would sing my song to me About the time they called me "jacky"
If i could be for only an hour If i could be for an hour every day If i could be for just one little hour Cute in a stupid ass way
And if i joined the social whirl Became procurer of young girls Then i could have my own bordellos My record would be number one And i'd sell records by the ton All sung by many other fellows My name would then be handsome jack And i'd sell boats of opium Whisky that came from twickenham Authentic queens And phoney virgins I'd have a bank on every finger A finger in every country And every country ruled by me I'd still know where i'd want to be Locked up inside my opium den Surrounded by some china men I'd sing the song that i sang then About the time they called me "jacky"
If i could be for only an hour If i could be for an hour every day If i could be for just one little hour Cute in a stupid ass way
Now, tell me, wouldn't it be nice That if one day in paradise I'd sing for all the ladies up there And they would sing along with me And we be so happy there to be 'cos down below is really nowhere My name would then be "jupiter" Then i would know where i was going Become all knowing My beard so very long and flowing If i could play deaf, dumb and blind Because i pitied all mankind And broke my heart to make things right I know that every single night When my angelic work was through The angels and the devil too Could sing my childhood song to me About the time they called me "jacky"
If i could be for only an hour If i could be for an hour every day If i could be for just one little hour Cute in a stupid ass way