18 whiskies
Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles
while writing Das Kapital
And Gaugin, he buggered off, man,
and went all tropical
While Philip Larkin stuck it out
in a library in Hull
And Dylan Thomas died drunk in
St. Vincent's hospital
I will kneel at your feet
I will lie at your door
I will rock you to sleep
I will roll on the floor
And I'll ask for nothing
Nothing in this life
I'll ask for nothing
Just give me ever-lasting life
- Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds "There she goes my beautiful world" in Abattoir Blues/The lyre of Orpheus(2005)
Eu sabia que tinha ouvido a história dos 18 whiskies em qualquer lado.
Sintomático.
Zé Gato
while writing Das Kapital
And Gaugin, he buggered off, man,
and went all tropical
While Philip Larkin stuck it out
in a library in Hull
And Dylan Thomas died drunk in
St. Vincent's hospital
I will kneel at your feet
I will lie at your door
I will rock you to sleep
I will roll on the floor
And I'll ask for nothing
Nothing in this life
I'll ask for nothing
Just give me ever-lasting life
- Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds "There she goes my beautiful world" in Abattoir Blues/The lyre of Orpheus(2005)
Eu sabia que tinha ouvido a história dos 18 whiskies em qualquer lado.
Sintomático.
Zé Gato
18? xiiiii!
eu cá nem aos 3 gins consigo chegar mais. humpf. velhice.
Posted by
ana |
5:58 da tarde
Eu só tenho 24 e estaria muito certamente morto com 18 whiskies.
Posted by
Zé Gato |
12:43 da manhã