As flores nunca desabrocham ao contrário

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As canções alegres desabrocham como flores grandes e cobrem as dores mudas que o tempo não cura. É o caso de 'Up Around the Bend' dos Creedence Clearwater Revival, de 1970. O velho riff, os acordes e o ritmo de John Fogerty. 'There's a place up ahead and I'm goin', just as fast as my feet can fly. Come away, come away if you're goin', leave the sinkin' ship behind. Come on the risin' wind, we're goin' up around the bend. Ooh! Bring a song and a smile for the banjo, better get while the gettin's good, hitch a ride to the end of the highway where the neons turn to wood. Come on the risin' wind, we're goin' up around the bend. Ooh! You can ponder perpetual motion, fix your mind on a crystal day, always time for a good conversation, there's an ear for what you say. Come on the risin' wind, we're goin' up around the bend. Ooh! Catch a ride to the end of the highway. And we'll meet by the big red tree, there's a place up ahead and I'm goin', come along, come along with me.' As flores nunca desabrocham ao contrário.

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