setembro 29, 2008

Eleanor Rigby

Estátua de Eleanor Rigby - Liverpool


Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been,
Lives in a dream.
Waits at the window,
wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door,
Who is it for?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no-one will hear,
No-one comes near
Look at him working,
darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there,
What does he care? }
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name.
Nobody came.
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave.
No-one was saved.
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

Beatles

3 comentários:

Leo|mascaro disse...

Estava devendo uma visitinha faz tempo!! Quanta novidade bacana por aqui!!

bjao! =D

Vinícius Rocha disse...

nossa! Eu adoro essa música!

:-D

Guilherme Cristofani disse...

Que estátua louca, essa... não sabia que existia