Baixar Mais Tocadas: ouvir Emerson Lake And Palmer

I’ve tried to mend / The love that ended / Long ago although we still pretend / Our love is surely coming to an end

There might have been things I missed / But don’t be unkind / It don’t mean I’m blind / Perhaps there’s a thing or two

Just a step, cried the sad man / Take a look down at the madman / Bearded kings on silver wings / Fly beyond reason

Do you want to be an angel / Do you want to be a star / Do you want to play some magic on my guitar? / Do you want to be a poet

C’est la vieHave your leaves all turned to brownWill you scatter them around youC’est la vieDo you loveAnd then how am I to knowIf you dont let your love show for meC’est la vieOh c’est la vieOh c’est la vieWho knows, who cares, for meC’est la vieIn the nightDo you light a lover’s fireDo the ashes of desire for you remainLike the seaThere’s a love to deep to showTook a storm before my loveFlowed for youC’est la vieOh c’est la vieOh c’est la vieWho knows, who cares, for meC’est la vieLike a songOut of tune and out of timeAll I needed was a rhyme for youC’est la vieDo you giveDo you live from day to dayIs there no song I can play for youC’est la vieOh c’est la vieOh c’est la vieWho knows, who cares, for meC’est la vie

Has the dawn ever seen your eyes? / Have the days made you so unwise? / Realize, you are / Had you talked to the winds of time?

Why do you stare? / Do you think that I care? / You’ve been mislead / By the thoughts in your head

Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, / Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, / My face spill so gently into your eyes, / Disturbing the waters of our lives.

He had white horses / And ladies by the score / All dressed in satin / And waiting by the door

And did those feet in ancient time / Walk upon England’s mountains green? / And was the Holy Lamb of God / On England’s pleasant pastures seen?