Someone from Galeria Fantasma by Them Old Crap

She's looking at me, with your sovereign look
My shelf is enriched by the books
One million instruments on the ground
And my hope is written as scrawl
My beer is getting warm by my side
People look at me, and I don’t know why
Are the only who like my songs
Because I really don’t like anyone, or someone
Everyday I go to sleep, after 3 am
All that I do gladly, you complain
Try to blame me with your anchor chain, of words
Try the pain off my sins, all in someone
Why don’t you let me think?
Why don’t you let me live?
Cause everything is for you too
I struggle with what I do, to someone

by Eduardo Ribeiro

• Country
• bluegrass
• folk
• hillbilly
• outlaw country
• Londrina