Songbird...

...three, four
Talkin to the songbird yesterday
Flew me to a place not far away
She's a little pilot in my mind
Singin songs of love to pass the time
Gonna write a song so she can see
Give her all the love she gives to me
Talk of better days that have yet to come
Never felt this love from anyone

She's not anyone
She's not anyone
She's not anyone

A man can never dream these kind of things
Especially when she came and spread her wings
Whisper in my ear the things I'd like
Then she flew away into the night
Gonna write a song so she can see
Give her all the love she gives to me
Talk of better days that have yet to come
Never felt this love from anyone

She's not anyone
She's not anyone
She's not anyone

Gosto de ti como quem gosta do sábado,
Gosto de ti como quem abraça o fogo,
Gosto de ti como quem vence o espaço,
Como quem abre o regaço,
Como quem salta o vazio,
Um barco aporta no rio,
Um homem morre no esforço,
Sete colinas no dorso
E uma cidade p’ra mim.

Gosto de ti como quem mata o degredo,
Gosto de ti como quem finta o futuro,
Gosto de ti como quem diz não ter medo,
Como quem mente em segredo,
Como quem baila na estrada,
Vestido feito de nada,
As mãos fartas do corpo,
Um beijo louco no porto
E uma cidade p’ra ti.

Enquanto não há amanhã,
Ilumina-me, Ilumina-me.
Enquanto não há amanhã,
Ilumina-me, Ilumina-me.

Gosto de ti como uma estrela no dia,
Gosto de ti quando uma nuvem começa,
Gosto de ti quando o teu corpo pedia,
Quando nas mãos me ardia,
Como silêncio na guerra,
Beijos de luz e de terra,
E num passado imperfeito,
Um fogo farto no peito
E um mundo longe de nós.

Enquanto não há amanhã,
Ilumina-me, Ilumina-me.
Enquanto não há amanhã,
Ilumina-me, Ilumina-me.


Pedro Abrunhosa

chuva

Numa manhã de julho, chuva no corpo, paisagem urbana no horizonte.... simples e com a música certa... assim tudo fica mais fácil... a beleza está no banal.... e neste sorriso que hoje esbocei.... por vezes é simples e basta isso, pelo menos hoje....

9 Crimes

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I'd do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse

Is that alright with you?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright with you?
If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright with you?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright with you?
With you

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I'd do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It's the wrong time
but she's pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse

Is that alright with you?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright with you?
If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright with you?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?

Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?

No...

Damien Rice

Black Star

i get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown
well what am i to do?
i know all the things around your head and what they do to you.
what are we coming to?
what are we gonna do?

blame it on the black star
blame it on the falling sky
blame it on the satellite that beams me home.

the troubled words of a troubled mind i try to understand what is eating you.
i try to stay awake but its 58hours since that i last slept with you.
what are we coming to?
i just don't know anymore.

i get on the train and i just stand about now that i don't think of you.
i keep falling over i keep passing out when i see a face like you.
what am i coming to?
i'm gonna melt down

Radiohead


Por diversos motivos não tenho escrito neste blog mas cá fica uma letra que faz parte dos meus dias.