LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL

A blogoesfera local ou foi a banhos ou entrou em fase de «silly season» ! Aproveitando a maré aqui vai um post light já a pensar nos prazeres do «dolce fare niente». As férias estão para breve e antecipando-as entro na onda de projectos e ambições para o tempo livre. No Verão fico sempre em São Miguel ( com algumas passagens por Santa Maria ) e não concebo razões ou paixões que demandem outras paragens em época estival ! Assim, porventura a maior viagem que farei nestas férias será um «tour» ao Nordeste seguindo pelo Norte e regressando pelo Sul.

Claro que um «cruzeiro» desta natureza apenas vale a pena em dia solarengo e com várias paragens para banhos. Não abdico desta volta à Ilha a bordo da minha «Kawa» e de preferência sem a companhia de outros «motards»...A banda sonora para este filme trilharia seguramente «New Sensations» de «Lou Reed»...aqui fica a letra e quanto ao resto como anuncia a publicidade da KawasaKi : «Let the Good Times Roll»

I don't like guilt be it stoned or stupid
drunk and disorderly I ain't no cupid
Two years ago today I was arrested on Christmas Eve

I don't want pain, I want to walk not be carried
I don't want to give it up, I want to stay married
I ain't no dog tied to a parked car

Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations

Talkin' 'bout some new sensations
Talkin' 'bout some new sensations

I want the principles of a timeless muse
I want to eradicate my negative views
And get rid of those people who are always on a down

It's easy enough to tell what is wrong
but that's not what I want to hear all night long
Some people are like human toulinols

Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations

Talkin' 'bout some new sensations
Talkin' a new sensations

I took my GPZ out for a ride
the engine felt good between my thighs
The air felt cool, it's was forty degrees outside

I rode to Pennsylvania near the Delaware Gap
sometimes I got lost and had to check the map
I stopped at a roadside diner for a burger and a coke

There were some country folk and some hunters inside
somebody got themselves married and somebody died
I went to the juke box and played a hillbilly song

They was arguing about football as I waved and went outside
and I headed for the mountains feeling warm inside
I love that GPZ so much, you know that I could kiss her

Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations

Talkin' 'bout your new sensations
Talkin' new sensations

Ooohhh, new sensations
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