A batida ritual inaugura a cerimónia. A guitarra rasga o ar. O baixo é o precursor. O hábito negro, muito negro, tão negro que se confunde com a noite. A voz é enlameada. A voz é bêbeda. A voz roga por nós, pecadores. Não existem caminhos fáceis. Existem Bestas por ali e por aqui. Existe muita alma pelo arrastar das décadas.
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Diz o letreiro.
Parem e oiçam. Olhem para um lado e para o outro...
The ritual beat opens the ceremony. The guitar rips the air. Bass is the harbinger. The cloth is black, very black, so black that it’s mistook with the night. The voice is muddy. The voice is drunk. The voice prays for us, sinners. There are no easy roads. There are Beasts here and there. There is a lot of soul in the dragging of the decades.
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Says the sign.
Stop and listen. Look to your left and to your right...
Do álbum Howl.
From the LP Howl.
Spread your love like a fever
And don't you ever come down
Spread your love like a fever
And don't you ever come down
I spread my love like a fever
I ain't ever coming down
She gave me love like a big fire
I only saw it once
She spread her love like a fever
She's bad, but not enough
(I'm so low)
Spread your love like a fever
(I'm so low)
And don't you ever come down
(I'm so low)
Spread your love like a fever
(I'm so low)
And don't you ever come down
I spread my love like a fever
I ain't ever coming down
She spread her love like a big fire
I only saw it once
She gave me love like a sister
She's bad, but not enough
(I'm so low)
Spread your love like a fever
(I'm so low)
And don't you ever come down
(I'm so low)
Spread your love like a fever
(I'm so low)
And don't you ever come down
I spread my love like a fever
I ain't ever coming down
Spread your love like a fever
And don't you ever come down
Spread your love like a fever
And don't you ever come down
Spread your love like a fever
Spread your love like a fever
Spread your love like a fever
Spread your love like a fever
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