When I walk beside her 
i am the better man 
when I look to leave her 
I always stagger back again 
once I built an ivory tower 
so I could worship from above 
and when I climbed down to be set free 
she took me in again 
there's a big 
a big hard sun 
beaten on the big people 
in the big hard world 
when she comes to greet me 
she is mercy at my feet 
when I see her pin her charm 
she just throws it back again 
once I sought an early grave 
to find a better land 
she just smiled and laughed at me 
and took her blues back again 
there's a big 
a big hard sun 
beaten on the big people 
in the big hard world 
there's a big 
a big hard sun 
beaten on the big people 
in the big hard world 
when I go to cross that river 
she is comfort by my side 
when I try to understand 
she just opens up her eyes 
there's a big 
a big hard sun 
beaten on the big people 
in the big hard world 
once I stood to lose her 
when I saw what I had done 
bound down and flew away the hours 
of her garden and her sun 
so I tried to warn her 
i'll turn to see her weep 
40 days and 40 nights 
and it's still coming down on me 
there's a big 
a big hard sun 
beaten on the big people 
in the big hard world 
there's a big 
a big hard sun 
beaten on the big people 
in the big hard world 
there's a big 
a big hard sun 
beaten on the big people 
in the big hard world 
there's a big 
a big hard sun 
beaten on the big people 
in the big hard world 
                             [Eddie Vedder]
Speriamo bene.
AS HIMSELF
- the Rob's
- Roma, Italy
- He was born in a lazy tuesday.Just purple flowers around his cradle.Silence and purple flowers.The ancient Fathers whisper their secrets in his ears, before he went away, stolen by the wind, blessed by the moon."You are a travelling man" they said him.The roads of his life were just placed in the other side of our world, but when he became a man he felt the emptiness of the desert,and the acrid smell of the asphalt from the streets of the unknown. So he began writing poetry, singing against the night walls, searching for his home, taking his bag. He was a travelling man. And that's just a chosen destiny tale.
lunedì 14 aprile 2008
Into The Wild - Hard Sun
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