Ray LaMontagne

 

  

 Queridinho da vez: Ray LaMontagne.

Não sei o que houve, mas estou muito musical esses dias :)

Essa música aí embaixo me pegou pelo laço: tão atual, tão verdadeira, tão ingênua. 

How Come

People on the street now 

Faces long and grim 

Souls are feeling heavy 

And faith is growing thin 

Fears are getting stronger 

You can Feel them on the rise 

Hopelessness got some by the throat 

you can see it in their eyes 

I said how come 

How come 

Everybody on a shoestring 

Everybody in a hole 

Everybody crossing their fingers and toes 

Government man spin his politics till he got you pinned 

Everybody trying to reach out to each other 

But they don't know where to begin

I said how come 

I can't tell the free world from living hell 

I said how come 

How come 

all I see is a child of god in misery 

I said how come the pistol now as profit 

The bullet some kind of lord and king 

But pain is the only promise that this so called savior is going to bring 

Love can be a liar 

And justice can be a thief 

And freedom can be an empty cup from which everybody want to drink 

I said how come 

I can't tell the free world from living hell 

I said how come 

How come all i see is a child of god in misery 

I said how come 

Its just man killing man 

Killing man Killing man 

Killing man Killing man 

I don't understand 

Its just man killing man