Carta Para Amy

There goes the ragged well-dressed, perfumed bum
Makes another hole in the belt, makes more sense
Flowing on instinct, skinny and drugged
Listen to the lesson, lesson without red wine, thousand degrees
Sixty and blau the alcohol content of absinthe
Smell of good flower in the room and such
Also smells of envy
Floating on the subject like a water lily
And what rules the plan, God laughs
But admires my strategy
Until the meaning of the word dilutes
I'm still Gustavo, son of Dona Gizelda and Seu Rui
Good idea for the delight of the audience
Go ahead, I went
I grab the clouds in my hands and twist the rain from them
Hold it from below, my dear
It's the mess, get your umbrellas ready
To overcome myself is the question
A question that doesn't defeat me
My talking head talks a lot
And then my talking head stops making sense
I come from where everything is immediate
I'm barefoot and in shoes
When they legalize the plant
What will be your subject? Boring guy
I inhabit the borders of the mirror crossing
Point of no return
In confinement, the walls are
My cement pages, Babylon burn
I swore to God that I would settle the scores
And then I remembered that it is God who settles the scores
He settles at the beginning, in the middle, and at the end of the scores
Who are we in this complicated world?
Danger zone, I'm just another one
Feel the sound and the weight of the pirate's paw
Without a bottle of rum

Show me a sane man and I will cure him
You're running and you're running and you're running away
I can't run from myself
I know, never again is too long
Baby, time is king
In constant fever and the gift of healing
Not another moment without sound and fury
I can't run from myself
I know, never again is too long
Baby, time is king

If one day courage was liquid
Now it's solid, brother
I not only have to deal with life
I deal with it without powder and without mercy
Alone I'm in bad company, you know
I don't sleep as much anymore
Line by line, with coffee and water
Always hydrated for the next cry
The sun rises and I work, I work and the sun sets
Bum thinks it's easy, doesn't work and just supposes
That if I don't change, nothing changes
Several embers holes in the shorts
Insomniac
The year flies, I nap in May
I dream of the rehearsal, and there's already panettone
Sonic youth, one percent chance
Ninety-nine of faith
My trajectory is organic like my coffee
At five sharp I meet you
I have an aneurysm marked for six, punctual
Addicted to chaos, tomorrow everything again
Ritual of the habitual
And what I want and what I need
Don't even recognize each other when they meet on the street
I do what is necessary, you know me
My corner finds you on the street
Where Kurt is king, Rakim is God, Nina Simone commands
Extrapunk is law, so play Black Flag on the balcony

Show me a sane man and I will cure him
You're running and you're running and you're running away
I can't run from myself
I know, never again is too long
Baby, time is king
In constant fever and the gift of healing
Not another moment without sound and fury
I can't run from myself
I know, never again is too long
Baby, time is king

Show me a sane man and I will cure him
You're running and you're running and you're running away
I can't run from myself
I know, never again is too long
Baby, time is king
In constant fever and the gift of healing
Not another moment without sound and fury
I can't run from myself
I know, never again is too long
Baby, time is king