Not Going Anywhere
sábado, maio 19, 2007
Lay Your Head Down
it seems like every story toldabout us isn't meant to be
you fly on wings of gold
all the way back home to me
but what i'm thinking of just this time
why don't you lay your head down
in my arms, in my arms
lay your head down in my arms
in my arms
you know my love
this is no dream of mine
but the way you ride those waves
makes me want to follow you blind
and what i'm thinking of just this time
why don't you lay your head down
in my arms, in my arms
lay your head down in my arms
in my arms
Gone Away
far away you've gone, and left me hereso cold without you, so lonely dear
may june july i count the time
every minute i go takes the smell of your clothes
further away
'cause you've gone away
where there isn't a telephone wire
still i wait by the phone
you don't even write to say goodbye
goodbye
i have saved every piece of paper
like grocery lists and note cards
to do lists and race scores
so just in case you change your mind
and come back, i've kept everything safe
while you're gone away
where there isn't a telephone wire
still i wait by the phone
you don't even write to say goodbye
get me out get me off
oh this is a ride going nowhere
but somewhere that i despise
going nowhere to end up with a tearful
i don't wanna go on with these pieces of paper
that you left behind.this is a ride going nowhere
but somewhere that i despise
going nowhere to end up with a tearful
i don't wanna go on with these pieces of paper
to keep me company in my old age
while you're gone away
where there isn't a telephone wire
still i wait by the phone
why don't you write to say goodbye
goodbye
sexta-feira, maio 18, 2007
Parabéns / Adoro-te / Saudades, Saudades e Mais Saudades
tanto mar, tanto mar
-
e por vezes as noites duram mesese por vezes os meses oceanos
e por vezes, por vezes, ah por vezes
num segundo se envolam tantos anos
David Mourão Ferreira
quinta-feira, maio 17, 2007
Pop History / CD 10 / Ballads I / by Fly
Jim Reeves - Am I Losing YouElvis Presley - Are You Lonesome Tonight
The Beatles - Yesterday
The Moody Blues - Nigths In White Satin
Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade of Pale
Righteous Brothers - Unchained Melody
Bee Gees - I Started a Joke
Elvis Presley - Love Letters
The Beatles - Michelle
Rolling Stones - As Tears Go By
Gerry & the Pacemakers - Don't Let The Sun Catch You Crying
John Denver - Mr. Bojangles
Elvis Presley - Love Me Tender
John Lennon - Imagine
James Taylor - You've Got A Friend
The Hollies - He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother
The Beatles - Girl
Elvis Presley - Can't Help Falling In Love
Patsy Cline - Crazy
Moris Albert - Feelings
The Hollies - The Air That I Breath
Mort Schuman - Sorrow
Eric Carmen - All By Myself
Pop History / CD 10 / Ballads I
The Moody Blues / Nights In White Satin
Procol Harum / A Whiter Shade Of Pale
quarta-feira, maio 16, 2007
Creep
when you were here beforecouldn't look you in the eye
you're just like an angel
your skin makes me cry
you float like a feather
in a beautiful world
i wish i was special
you're so fucking special
but i'm a creep
i'm a weirdo
what the hell am i doing here?
i don't belong here
i don't care if it hurts
i want to have control
i want a perfect body
i want a perfect soul
i want you to notice when i'm not around
you're so fucking special
i wish i was special
but i'm a creep
i'm a weirdo
what the hell i'm doing here?
i don't belong here
she's running out again
she's running out
she runs runs runs
whatever makes you happy
whatever you want
you're so fucking special
i wish i was special
but i'm a creep
i'm a weirdo
what the hell am i doing here?
i don't belong here
i don't belong here
terça-feira, maio 15, 2007
domingo, maio 13, 2007
La Falaise
on était au bord du videon ne voyait que nous deux
je te connaissais à peine
sous la pluie, on roulait
et on accrochait les bords
des falaises
ca nous secouait un peu
on roulait
on roulait l'âme pleine
celles des hommes
celles des hommes courageux
et nos coeurs
battaient fort
c'était comme un jeu
on se promettait alors
de ne pas, de ne pas
mourir trop vieux
et tu disais
que tu ne m'aimais pas
moi je sais
qu'il y avait de ça
les voix, les voix
ne chantent pas
ne chantent pas si bas
et nos coeurs
battaient fort
c'était comme un jeu
on se promettait alors
de ne pas, de ne pas
mourir trop vieux
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