Sunday, December 7, 2008

Accidental babies....

Mais uma vez aqui vos deixo Damien Rice, com uma das suas letras de dor de cotovelo (?), de desespero patente ou patenteado na sua música em geral. O som do piano acalma-me, a voz conforta-me e mais uma vez tenho de tirar o chapéu a este senhor. Consegue ter um registo intimista sem cair em muitos clichés :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5SZShwyAPk

"Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands, your elbow in the appropriate place
And we ignored our others' happy plans
For that delicate look upon your face
Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done
Do you come
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?

Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place
We use cushions to cover happy glands
In the mild issue of our disgrace
Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space for the light-hearted
In the boom that beats our drum
Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
For we are in love

Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
What about me?
What about...?"

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