Burning Song X [Simple Twist of Fate – Bob Dylan]

Ontem fui na bienal e sai bem tarde da feira, comprei bastante coisa e fiquei bem feliz com o que comprei.

Mas cansou os pés, então acabei não fazendo o Post da Bienal, preciso separar as fotos e organizar as ideias, mas segunda vai estar tudo no ar, como prometido. Tenho boas dicas, aguarde.

Mas não vou deixar o dia sem Post, vou colocar no ar uma das minhas músicas favoritas do mestre Bob Dylan.

Simples Twist of fate

They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark.
She looked at him and he felt a spark
Tingle to his bones.
It was then he felt alone
And wished that he’d gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.

They walked alone by the old canal.
A little confused, I remember well,
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burning bright.
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.

A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walking on by the arcade
As the light bust through a beat up shade
Where he was waking up.
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.

He woke up; the room was bare.
He didn’t see her anywhere.
He told himself he didn’t care ;pushed the window open wide;
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.

He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks.
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks
Where the sailers all come in.
Maybe she’ll pick him out again. How long must he wait
One more time for a simple twist of fate.

People tell me it’s a sin
To know and feel too much within.
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
She was born in spring, but I was born too late.
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.