Funeral

Eles ganham fácil o título de melhor cd do ano passado (Funeral é incrível!); melhor show que eu já vi na vida (ninguém venha me dizer que eu mudo de idéia todas as semanas :/); melhor live performance; melhores letras; melhores músicas. Ou seja, os caras estão me assustando, eles estão roubando o lugar que sempre pertenceu a Wilco.


[wake up]
Somethin' filled up
my heart with nothin',
someone told me not to cry.

But now that I'm older,
my heart's colder,
and I can see that it's a lie.

Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.

If the children don't grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We're just a million little god's causin rain storms turnin' every good thing to
rust.

I guess we'll just have to adjust.

With my lighnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am goin' to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.

With my lighnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am goin’
With my lighnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am go-goin’

You'd better look out below