Letras:
Tempos Modernos

De gente fina, elegante e sincera Com habilidade pra dizer mais sim do que nao Hoje o tempo voa amor Escorre pelas maos Mesmo sem se sentir E nao ha tempo

era De gente fina, elegante e sincera Com habilidade pra dizer mais sim do que nao Hoje o tempo voa amor Escorre pelas maos Mesmo sem se sentir E nao ha tempo

exactly what they tell you to They're the modern day catastrophists Modern day catastrophists Modern day catastrophists Modern day catastrophists Modern day catastrophists Modern day catastrophists Modern day catastrophists Modern

As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden The wounded flowers were dangling from the vine I was passing by yon cool crystal fountain Someone hit me

Spirit on the water Darkness on the face of the deep I keep thinkin' about you, baby And I can't hardly sleep I'm travelin' by land Travelin' through

Thunder on the mountain, and there's fires on the moon A ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon Today's the day, gonna grab my trombone and

Lost John's sittin' on a railroad track Something's out of whack Blues this mornin' fallin' down like hail Gonna leave a greasy trail Gonna travel the

Up in smoke, pop goes the culture, the tension blew it up We're choking from a bleeding ulcer, we eventually threw it out So what went wrong? Where's

New York City" "Oh, oh, it seems you just don't know And you just don't understand me I've got no use for the tricks of modern times They tangle all