"I want to be where the talk of the town
Is about last night when the sun went down
And the trees all dance
And the warm wind blows in that same old sound
And the water below gives a gift to the sky
And the clouds give back every time they cry
And make the grass grow green beneath my toes
And if the sun comes out
I'll paint a picture all about
The colors I've been dreaming of
The hours just don't seem enough
To put it all together
Maybe it's as strange as it seems
And the trouble I find is that the trouble finds me
It's a part of my mind it begins with a dream
And a feeling I get when I look and I see
That this world is a puzzle, I'll find all of the pieces
And put it all together, and then I'll rearrange it
I'll follow it forever
Always be as strange as it seems
Nobody ever told me not to try
And the water below gives a gift to the sky
And the clouds give back every time they cry
And make the grass grow green beneath my toes
And if the sun comes out
I'm going to paint a picture all about
The colors I've been dreaming of
The hours just don't seem enough
To put it all together
Always be as strange as it seems"
Jack Jonhson - Talk of the Town
Is about last night when the sun went down
And the trees all dance
And the warm wind blows in that same old sound
And the water below gives a gift to the sky
And the clouds give back every time they cry
And make the grass grow green beneath my toes
And if the sun comes out
I'll paint a picture all about
The colors I've been dreaming of
The hours just don't seem enough
To put it all together
Maybe it's as strange as it seems
And the trouble I find is that the trouble finds me
It's a part of my mind it begins with a dream
And a feeling I get when I look and I see
That this world is a puzzle, I'll find all of the pieces
And put it all together, and then I'll rearrange it
I'll follow it forever
Always be as strange as it seems
Nobody ever told me not to try
And the water below gives a gift to the sky
And the clouds give back every time they cry
And make the grass grow green beneath my toes
And if the sun comes out
I'm going to paint a picture all about
The colors I've been dreaming of
The hours just don't seem enough
To put it all together
Always be as strange as it seems"
Jack Jonhson - Talk of the Town
O pai que vai buscar o filho à escola,
A senhora que compra o seu jantar
o apressado,
Aquele que parece pensar que o rebuliço não é consigo..
A chuva a cair, o assobio do vento,
A senhora que se empoleira na janela...
Desculpe, com licença,
Um jeitinho, por favor...
E a multidão lá vai apertando...
O céu negro ameaça o bom humor,
Os carros amontoam-se nas estradas...
As ruas apinham-se de pessoas,
Desculpe, foi sem crer,
Tenha mais cuidado, jovem...
E o som de uma musquinha banal permanece,
O som que entra pelos ouvidos e torna este quadro
Um pouquinho melhor
Ficamos alienados, extasiados
E continuamos o caminho com um sorriso...
Só assim...
O sonho ganha forma...
