sussurros de lullaby

Entre o kitsch e o cliché, ao som imaginário de I Love You… Nor Do I de Nick Cave e Anita Lane

quarta-feira, fevereiro 22, 2006

Hoje sonhei assim

(canto baixo)
I hurt myself today

To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

(começo a gritar)
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

(e grito cada vez mais)
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find (sussurro) a way

Hurt, de Johnny Cash

Isto é o subconsciente a pedir por “walk the line”

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