sexta-feira, agosto 05, 2005

baú

fui buscar esta música ao fundo do meu baú interno, por causa desta e desta conversas e também porque queria dizer-te que esta era a que o roger me dedicava lá de dentro do vinil q o meu irmão tinha comprado:

"and if i show you my dark side

will you still hold me tonight

and if i open my heart to you

and show you my weak side

what would you do

would you sell your story to rolling stone

would you take the children away

and leave me alone

and smile in reassurance

as you whisper down the phone

would you send me packing

or would you take me home?

thought i oughta bare my naked feelings

thought i oughta tear the curtain down

i held the blade in trembling hands

prepared to make it but

just then the phone rang

i never had the nerve to make the final cut"

pink floyd

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anónimo said...

Este é um pecado por omissão. Na verdade, devias ter posto roger waters, que é o autor destas palavras. :)

E a propósito: could anybody love him or is it just a crazy dream?

agosto 05, 2005  
Blogger ana said...

hum... sabes que não me deixei escrever essa parte por pudor... por ser demasiado sentida na altura...

a resposta é sim!

agosto 05, 2005  
Anonymous Anónimo said...

Tu conheces o Every stranger's eyes? Não sei porquê mas acho que o roger podia ter escrito esta também para ti.

In truck stops and hamburger joints
In Cadillac limousines
In the company of has-beens
And bent-backs and sleeping forms
On pavement steps
In libraries and railway stations
In books and banks
In the pages of history
In suicidal cavalry attacks
I recognize
Myself in every stranger's eyes

And in wheelchairs by monuments
Under tube trains and commuter accidents
In council care and county courts
At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts
In drawing rooms and city morgues
In award winning photographs
Of life rafts on the China seas
In transit camps, under arc lamps
On unloading ramps
In faces blurred by rubber stamps
I recognise
Myself in every stranger's eyes

And now, from where I stand
Upon this hill I plundered from the pool
I look around, I search the skies
I shade my eyes, so nearly blind
And I see signs of half remembered days
I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways
I recognise
The hope you kindle in your eyes

It's oh so easy now
As we lie here in the dark
Nothing interferes, it's obvious
How to beat the tears
That threaten to snuff out
The spark of our love

agosto 05, 2005  
Blogger ana said...

não conheço.
gosto muito da letra

agosto 05, 2005  

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