that’s what it’s all about

These are groovy records

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Busted flat in baton rouge, headin for the trains,
Feelin nearly faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
Took us all the way to new orleans.
Took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowin sad while bobby sang the blues,
With them windshield wipers slappin time and
Bobby clappin hands we finally sang up every song
That driver knew.

Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose,
And nothin aint worth nothin but its free,
Feelin good was easy, lord, when bobby sang the blues,
And buddy, that was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my bobby mcgee.

‘e vverdade, ‘e o grande road movie. E ela era bonita e foi-se tao cedo

«If I wanted to bother, I could suck you right up my tailpipe.»
Grande GTO!

É sempre bom ver Two-Lane Blacktop citado, mencionado, desejado, seja lá onde for. Abençoado Monte Hellman.


Seja bem-vinda

Sempre a conhecer,
a assimilar,
a engrandecer.

Vira Vento.

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