Darrera cançó del més

Abans de que s'acabi, publico la lletra de la tercera peça del més. I avui toca un himne dels anys setanta. Parla alhora d'esperança i d'una nació que va morint. Dedicada a la situació que are estem vivint. Que en puc fer? Doncs no caure en la seva dinàmica d'odi, de fanatisme, de crispació. Del musical "Hair":

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The Flesh Failures/Let the Sunshine In

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We starve-look

At one another

Short of breath

Walking proudly in our winter coats

Wearing smells from laboratories

Facing a dying nation

Of moving paper fantasy

Listening for the new told lies

With supreme visions of lonely tunes

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Somewhere

Inside something there is a rush of

Greatness

Who knows what stands in front of

Our livesI fashion my future on films in space

Silence

Tells me secretly

Everything

Everything

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Manchester, England, England

Manchester, England, England

Eyes look your last

Across the Atlantic Sea

Arms take your last embrace

And I'm a genius genius

And lips oh you thedoors of breath

I believe in God Seal with a righteous kiss

And I believe that God believes in Claude

Seal with a righteous kiss

That's me, that's me, that's me

The rest is silence

The rest is silence

The rest is silence

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[Singing]

Our space songs on a spider web sitar

Life is around you and in you

Answer for Timothy Leary, dearie

Let the sunshine

Let the sunshine in

The sunshine in

Let the sunshine

Let the sunshine in

The sunshine in

Let the sunshine

Let the sunshine in

The sun shine in...