Letra da Música Shores Of Ithaka de Boomerang

things fall apart the centre cannot hold
mere anarchy is loosed upon this world
the blood-dimmed tide is loosed - and everywhere
the ceremony of innocence drowned

the best lack all conviction, while the worst
are full of passionate intensity

a woundress lesson in thy silent face
makes a god of me
oh bright elixier peerless I had drunk
and so become - immortal

real shadows of the indignant desert birds
the darkness drops again but now I know
that twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle

and what rough beast it’s hour comes round at last
slouches towards Bethlehem to be born

a woundress lesson in thy silent face
makes a god of me
oh bright elixier peerless I had drunk

majestic, sovran voices
agonies names and deeds
creations and destroyings all at once pour into my brain
and deify - me

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By Mementrax