(Lennon/McCartney)
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Father McKenzie, writing the words
of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Para exorcizar o espírito do Cazuza que me acompanhou na saída silenciosa e lacrimosa do cinema, Cássia Eller rasga:
(Frejat/Cazuza)
Eu quero a sorte de um amor tranqüilo
Com sabor de fruta mordida
Nós na batida, no embalo da rede
Matando a sede na saliva
Ser teu pão, ser tua comida
Todo amor que houver nessa vida
E algum trocado pra dar garantia
Que ser artista no nosso convívio
Pelo inferno e céu de todo dia
Pra poesia que a gente não vive
Transformar o tédio em melodia
Ser teu pão, ser tua comida
Todo amor que houver nessa vida
E algum veneno antimonotonia
E se eu achar a tua fonte escondida
Te alcanço em cheio, o mel e a ferida
E o corpo inteiro como um furacão
Boca, nuca, mão e a tua mente não
Ser teu pão, ser tua comida
Todo amor que houver nessa vida
E algum remédio pra dar alegria
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