Teach them what is blues, Mr. King. Teach them a lesson or two.

Uma das letras mais lindas do mundo:

Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do as prophets say?
And if I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?

A life is time, they teach us growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall
You ride the waves and don’t ask where they go
You swim like lions through the crest
And bathe yourself on zebra flesh

*Standing outside a broken phonebooth with money in my hand, Primitive Radio Gods