Praying for time

Fazia milênios que eu não houvia essa música e quando ouvi (e re-ouvi milhõõõõõões de vezes esta semana quando toquei sem parar a final do American Idol 7) me impressionei não só com a performance emocionante (let's say que não foi só a Paula Abdul que chorou quando assistiu essa versão... :P) do George Michael - well, o GM é o GM! - mas com a letra da música. É demais, lindíssima mesmo. Uma reflexão, quase uma prece, para os tempos modernos.

Como diria o Randy Jackson, "Check it out, baby!" (as duas, letra e música)

Praying for time

(Do you think we have time? Do you think we have time?)

These are the days of the open hand

They will not be the last

Look around you now

These are the days of the beggars and the choosers

This is the year of the hungry man

Whose place is in the past

Hand in hand with ignorance

And legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves poor

And most of us are not sure

If we have too much

But we'll take our chances

'Cause God stopped keeping score

I guess that somewhere along the way

He must have let us all out to play

Turned his back and all God's children

Crept out the back door

Chorus

//And it's hard to love,

There's so much to hate

Hanging on to hope

When there is no hope to speak of

And the wounded skies above

Say it's much too late

Well, maybe we should all be

Praying for time//

These are the days of the empty hand

Oh, you hold on to what you can

And charity is a coat you wear

Twice a year

This is the year of the guilty man

Your television takes a stand

And you find

That what was over there

Is over here

So you scream from behind your door

Say what's mine is mine and not yours

I may have too much

But I'll take my chances

'Cause God stopped keeping score

And you lying on the things they sold you

Did you cover your eyes when they told you

That He cant come back

Because He has no children

To come back for

Chorus

(Do you think we have time? Do you think we have time?)

Please, give us time