i started out in search of ordinary things
how much of a tree bends in the wind
i started telling the story without knowing the end

i used to be darker, then i got lighter, then i got dark again
something to be seen was passing over and over me
well it seemed like the routine case at first
with the death of the shadow came a lightness of verse
but the darkest of nights, in truth, still dazzles
and i woke myself until i'm frazzled

i ended up in search of ordinary things
like how can a wave possibly be?
i started running, and the concrete turned to sand
i started running, and things didn't pan out as planned

in case things go poorly and i not return
remember the good things i've done
in case things go poorly and i not return
remember the good things i've done
done me in

bill callahan (aka smog)


[às vezes, como dizer, somos fulminados por uma canção. notem que fulminados é uma palavra composta por aglutinação e, subsequentemente, limada por contracção e, finalmente, polida por interpolação: vem de 'fatalmente' + 'iluminados'..]