quinta-feira, março 22, 2007

Dia mundial da poesia. Fim de festa.

Maybe someday

Maybe someday you'll be satisfied
When you've lost everything you'll have nothing left
to hide.
When you're through running over things like you're
walking 'cross the tracks,
Maybe you'll beg me to take you back.
Maybe someday you'll find out everybody's somebody's
Maybe then you'll realize what it would have taken
to keep me cool.
Maybe someday when you're by yourself alone
You'll know the love that I had for you was never my

Maybe someday you'll have nowhere to turn,
You'll look back and wonder 'bout the bridges you
have burned.
You'll look back sometime when the lights grow dim
And you'll see you look much better with me than you
do with him.
Through hostile cities and unfriendly towns,
Thirty pieces of silver, no money down.
Maybe someday, you will understand
That something for nothing is everybody's plan.

Maybe someday you'll remember what you felt
When there was blood on the moon in the cotton belt.
When both of us, baby, were going though some sort
of a test
Neither one of us could do what we do best.
I should have known better, baby, I should have
called your bluff.
I guess I was too off the handle, not sentimental
Maybe someday, you'll believe me when I say
That I wanted you, baby, in every kind of way.

Maybe someday you'll hear a voice from on high
Sayin' "For whose sake did you live, for whose sake
did you die?"
Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do
For not breakin' down no bedroom door to get at you.
Always was a sucker for the right cross.
Never wanted to go home 'til the last cent was lost.
Maybe someday you will look back and see
That I made it so easy for you to follow me.

Maybe someday there'll be nothing to tell.
I'm just as happy as you, baby, I just can't say it
so well.
Never slumbered or slept or waited for lightning to
There's no excuse for you to say that we don't think
alike.You said you were going' to Frisco, stay a couple of
I always liked San Francisco, I was there for a
party once.
Maybe someday you'll see that it's true
There was no greater love than what I had for you.

Bob Dylan, in Knocked out loaded, 1986.


Blogger samgs said...

eu queria tanto ser como o sr. dylan ;)

o homem é um génio... e dizer isto é pouco... enfim...

7:26 da tarde  

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