posted August 04, 2015 03:41 PM
Well I went to see the protest
Of some friends round Chile street
And the drunken old man he’s moaning
“We used to roam free in the night”
And we were freer than you would ever be
Well old man, I said to him
Tell that to the thousands
Without them dearest who did it wrong
As someone is writing now
The farewell songNow you’re hearing Da Vinci
Repeating to no one but himself
Lamentations of the sins he made
Confessing every misadventure
As he speaks to his dying maid
And the dying maid she speaks to him
“Better late than never my friend”
“Why it took you so long?”
Da vinci said, I travelled the world
Making the farewell song
And alberto, an indian soldier
Born in a local tribe
He prays for his forgotten family
Cause they will turn into slaves
And they’ll be deprived from their lands
He said to me “I’d be ready to fight“
“If I didn’t land here for a job”
Well everybody there stop fighting
Just send your last goodbye
With a farewell song
And Bob Dylan, he’s now wealthy
He lives near villa morra you know
After stealing a bit from everybody
Some verses and some ancient melodies
And forbidding to follow his path
Nobody steals now these days
You can’t emulate the mercury sound
Well I’ll dare to and I’ll be writing
When his last breath comes
My farewell song
Well now I talk with a junkie
Desperate to stay alive
He’s sniffing his last taste of glue
Saying that Jesus will pay his dues
Looking like a martyr the skies above
He’s not alone but doesn’t know it
Many more have forsaken their youth
You can’t tell how many are suffering
But some of em are thinking now
Of a farewell song
Then Roa Bastos on the corner
Smoking his Cuban cigar
Told me all of his stories
Reciting novels in the bars
To a few who preferred to sleep
Well I gave him a postcard
From Cortazar who’s in France
Saying he won’t be coming
Cause in Paris he found his grave
So he sends a farewell song
In the midnight I heard them playing
Some bluesmen from the port
Repeating the classic patterns
Lacking the feel from the heart
As the applauses rise with every note
No, I’m not that envious
I’m another heartless snob
But I’ll try and start singing
And introduce me to the show
With the farewell song
Then some messengers from the Vatican
Came in our town
Saying that the pope is disappointed
And that we had let him down
Cause the madness here never stopped
Well he knew it from the beginning
That we don’t have any cure
Some people will try to answer
But his words were very clear
With his farewell song
Dostoyevsky, he’s celebrating
His latest column in the news
Saying that the end of the world
Is coming very soon
And he’s going to Russia once again
He misses his dearest brothers
Alexei and Raskolnikov
So he rambles for the last time
And he spits on every sinner
With a farewell song
And I’m finishing a love letter
To a girl with a German name
I’m confessing every delusion
And every one of my flaws
Hoping that she’ll answer me
All this people and their manners
They came from whatever I feel
Maybe it’s hidden or it is rising
She’ll find out anyhow what’s on my mind
With this farewell song