Um é pouco!!!

Um vídeo me pareceu muito pouco para honrar a memória e expressar meu pesar pela morte do grande Ronnie James Dio.

Stargazer sempre me passou uma sensação de grandeza e deslumbramento, seguida do mais profundo sentimento de fracasso escorado na imagem da pequenez humana, constantemente em busca de falsos sonhos, mas talvez a questão da adoração cega seja ainda o ponto mais forte nesta música.

High noon
Oh I’d sell my soul for water
Nine years’ worth
Of breakin’ my back
There’s no sun in the shadow of the wizard
See how he glides
Why he’s lighter than air
Oh I see his face

Where is your star
Is it far, Is it far, is it far
When do we leave
I believe, yes, I believe

* In the heat and the rain
With whips and chains
Just to see him fly
So many die

We built a tower of stone
With our flesh and bone
Just to see him fly
Don’t know why
Now where do we go

Hot wind moving fast across the desert
We feel that our time has arrived
The world spins while we put his wing together
A tower of stone to take him straight to the sky
Oh I see his face

Where is your star
It is far, is it far, is it far
When do we leave, yeah
I believe, I believe

*

All eyes see the figure of the wizard
As he climbs to the top of the world
No sound as he falls instead of rising
Time standing still
Then there’s blood on the sand
Oh I see his face

Where was your star
Was it far, was it far
When did we leave
We believe, we believe, we believe

In the heat and rain
With whips and chains
To see him fly
So many die
We built a tower of stone
With out flesh and bone
To see him fly
But why, it don’t rain
With all our chains,
Did so many die
Just to see him fly
Look at my flesh and bone
Now look, look, look, look
Look at this tower of stone
I see a rainbow rising
Look there on the horizon
And I’m coming home
Coming home, I’m coming home

Time is standing still
He gave me back my will
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Going home
I’m going home
My eyes are bleeding
And my heart is weeping
We still hope, we still hope, oh
Take me back
He gave me back my will
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Going home
I’m going home
My eyes are bleeding
And my heart is weeping
We still hope, we still hope, oh

Take me back, take me back
Back to my home, oh, oh…

Nunca os contos de fada e cenários de fantasia pareceram tão humanos.

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I'm a biologist and science writer who loves philosophy and sciences.
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