Waters of March (Águas de Março)

Waters of March (Águas de Março)

Michael Anthony Lahue

24/04/2015 12:00AM

Sinopse do Episódio "Waters of March (Águas de Março)"

Michael Anthony Lahue (Voice & Piano) The Healing Power of Jazz (Memorial Concert for Louise Montello, 1956-2014): Recorded live at The Cooperage Project in Honesdale, PA on May 2, 2015. Michael Anthony Lahue (Voz & Piano) O Poder de Cura do Jazz (Show em Homenagem à Louise Montello, 1956-2014): Gravado ao vivo na "The Cooperage Project" em Honesdale, PA, EUA no dia 2 de maio de 2015. Lyric A stick, a stone It’s the end of the road It’s the rest of a stump It’s a little alone It’s a sliver of glass It is life, it’s the sun It is night, it is death It’s a trap a gun The oak when it blooms A fox in the brush The knot in the wood The song of a thrush The wood of the wind A cliff, a fall A scratch, a lump It is nothing at all It’s the wind blowing free It’s the end of the slope It’s a beam, it’s a void It’s a hunch, it’s a hope And the riverbank talks Of the waters of March It’s the end of the strain It’s the joy in your heart The foot, the ground The flesh and the bone The beat of the road A slingshot stone A fish, a flash A silvery glow A fight, a bet The range of a bow The bed of the well The end of the line The dismay in the face It’s a loss, it’s a find A spear, a spike A point, a nail A drip, a drop The end of the tale A truckload of bricks In the soft morning light The shot of a gun In the dead of the night A mile, a must A thrust, a bump It’s a girl, it’s a rhyme It’s a cold, it’s the mumps The plan of the house The body in bed And the car that got stuck It’s the mud, it’s the mud Afloat, adrift Aflight, awing A hawk, a quail The promise of spring And the riverbank talks of the waters of March It’s the promise of life It’s the joy in your heart É uma cobra, é um pau É João, é José É um espinho na mão É um corte no pé São as águas de março fechando o verão É a promessa de vida no teu coração É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho É um passo, é uma ponte É um sapo, é uma rã É um belo horizonte, é uma febre terçã São as águas de março fechando o verão É a promessa de vida no teu coração A stick, a stone The end of the load The rest of a stump A lonesome road A sliver of glass A life, the sun A night, a death The end of the run And the riverbank talks of the waters of March It’s the end of all strain It’s the joy in your heart São as águas de março fechando o verão É a promessa de vida no teu coração Apoie [Support]: https://www.patreon.com/michaelanthonylahue Cadastre-se [Sign Up]: http://eepurl.com/bxxdr5 Contato [Contact]: [email protected] Site: http://michaelanthonylahue.com Twitter: http://twitter.com/michaelalahue Facebook: http://facebook.com/michaelanthonylahue YouTube: http://youtube.com/michaelanthonylahuemusic Google +: https://plus.google.com/+michaelanthonylahuemusic MySpace: http://myspace.com/michaelanthonylahue Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5Vk8syPblGQpjdA112lHCB iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/artist/michael-a.-lahue/id30884237

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