sábado, maio 24, 2008
quinta-feira, maio 22, 2008
terça-feira, maio 20, 2008
Revolution
to the marxists and the police
to the junkies in the streets
to the gangsters in our towns
and the others underground
to the prostitutes and whores
to the self-admiring bores
to the drinkers in a drought
and the writers steeped in doubt
to the bailiffs and their bills
to the child whose thoughts could kill
to the veteran who fights
all his demons late at night
to the bloody and unbowed
fanatics and their vows
all the taxes we don't want
to the idiot savant
there's a revolution in my heart
to the junkies in the streets
to the gangsters in our towns
and the others underground
to the prostitutes and whores
to the self-admiring bores
to the drinkers in a drought
and the writers steeped in doubt
to the bailiffs and their bills
to the child whose thoughts could kill
to the veteran who fights
all his demons late at night
to the bloody and unbowed
fanatics and their vows
all the taxes we don't want
to the idiot savant
there's a revolution in my heart
Publicada por FLY à(s) 23:42
Etiquetas: Ed Harcourt
In The Heart
to the indier than thou
to the stadiums of crowds
to the vultures circling near
a new kingdom of fear
to the skinheads and the Sikhs
to the rich and the elite
to the serious dilettante
to the idiot savant
there's a revolution in my heart
to the stadiums of crowds
to the vultures circling near
a new kingdom of fear
to the skinheads and the Sikhs
to the rich and the elite
to the serious dilettante
to the idiot savant
there's a revolution in my heart
Publicada por FLY à(s) 23:39
Etiquetas: Ed Harcourt
domingo, maio 18, 2008
This One's
i feel so far away from love
'cause i can never get enough
like a kid with his hand in the highest jar
and if i came back from the grave for a while
would you, could you make a dead man smile
i'd wear you on my arm like a brand new scar
my oh my oh my i've had a few
my oh my oh my this one's for you
my heart is on its sleeve
i need you to believe
that the dark times will fade
'cause i can never get enough
like a kid with his hand in the highest jar
and if i came back from the grave for a while
would you, could you make a dead man smile
i'd wear you on my arm like a brand new scar
my oh my oh my i've had a few
my oh my oh my this one's for you
my heart is on its sleeve
i need you to believe
that the dark times will fade
Publicada por FLY à(s) 15:09
Etiquetas: Ed Harcourt
For You
so crack the shell of the hardest heart
slip inside when they're caught off guard
kill all the urgent lies that stain their blood
and if you think that you know everything
don't give me this chance to sing
i'm not a fool, a fool to lighten up
my oh my oh my i've had a few
my oh my oh my this one's for you
my heart is on it's sleeve
i need you to believe that
the dark times will fade
and i can't stop staring at you
and your expression looks a little confused
this little story will end so well
slip inside when they're caught off guard
kill all the urgent lies that stain their blood
and if you think that you know everything
don't give me this chance to sing
i'm not a fool, a fool to lighten up
my oh my oh my i've had a few
my oh my oh my this one's for you
my heart is on it's sleeve
i need you to believe that
the dark times will fade
and i can't stop staring at you
and your expression looks a little confused
this little story will end so well
Publicada por FLY à(s) 15:05
Etiquetas: Ed Harcourt
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