terça-feira, janeiro 08, 2008
segunda-feira, janeiro 07, 2008
The End
friend of mine
it's the end
it's the end
friend of mine
time is over where we could
time is over where we could
simply say i love you
now you opened the door
leave me crying
trying to embrace you again
trying to face this damn situation man
i can't
it's the end, friend of mine
it's the end
now you opened the door
leave me crying
trying to embrace you again
trying to face this damn situation man
i can't
it's the end, friend of mine
it's the end
sweet friend of mine
dear friend
dear friend
i cannot tell the reasons
why we started well
good time
good time
give me some wine
when you open the door
you seem hurt
you seem hurt
don't try to speak a word to me
what on earth could really go wrong
what on earth could really go wrong
with you and me?
yet its the end, friend of mine
it's the end
yet its the end, friend of mine
it's the end
sweet friend of mine
time seems to be over
time seems to be over
where we could simply say i love you
now you opened the door
i feel cold
wakened, i hold you in my arms
told you that life is short
now you opened the door
i feel cold
wakened, i hold you in my arms
told you that life is short
but love is old
it's the end
it's the end
friend of mine
it's the end
it's the end
sweet friend
Publicada por FLY à(s) 22:48
Etiquetas: Sibylle Baier
Tonight

tonight when i came home from work, hurttonight when i came home from work
there he unforeseen sat in the kitchen
buttering himself a bread
and the cat was on his knee
and smiled at me
there he unforeseen passed the guitar
and said
"i battered my car right now
won't you please give me your chair"
we had a change of the moon
tonight when i came home from work
there he unforeseen changed in the lazy chair
and said
we had a change of the moon
tonight when i came home from work
there he unforeseen changed in the lazy chair
and said
"what's that sorrow you bear?"
and i could tell him
and i could tell him
he understood
he gently took my arm
he listened to my tears till dawn
i dedicate this song to you
tonight we had change of the moon
we had change of the moon
tonight when i came home from work
tonight tonight tonight
he gently took my arm
he listened to my tears till dawn
i dedicate this song to you
tonight we had change of the moon
we had change of the moon
tonight when i came home from work
tonight tonight tonight
Publicada por FLY à(s) 22:45
Etiquetas: Sibylle Baier
domingo, janeiro 06, 2008
Who
who by water
who in the sunshine
who in the sunshine
who in the night time
who by high ordeal
who by high ordeal
who by common trial
who in your merry
who in your merry
merry month of may
who by very slow decay
and who shall i say is calling?
and who in her lonely slip
who by very slow decay
and who shall i say is calling?
and who in her lonely slip
who by barbiturate
who in these realms of love
who in these realms of love
who by something blunt
and who by avalanche
and who by avalanche
who by powder
who for his greed
who for his greed
who for his hunger
and who shall i say is calling?
and who shall i say is calling?
Publicada por FLY à(s) 23:22
Etiquetas: The House Of Love
By Fire

and who by brave assent who by accident
who in solitude
who in solitude
who in this mirror
who by his lady's command
who by his lady's command
who by his own hand
who in mortal chains
who in mortal chains
who in power
and who shall i say is calling?
and who shall i say is calling?
.
(Leonard Cohen)
Publicada por FLY à(s) 23:21
Etiquetas: The House Of Love
sábado, janeiro 05, 2008
These

a cigarette that bears a lipstick's tracesan airline ticket to romantic places
and still my heart has wings
these foolish things remind me of you
a tinkling piano in the next apartment
those stumblin' words that told you what my heart meant
a fairground's painted swings
these foolish things remind me of you
you came, you saw, you conquered me
when you did that to me
i knew somehow this had to be
Publicada por FLY à(s) 03:07
Etiquetas: Jane Birkin, Jimmy Rowles
Foolish

the winds of march that make my heart a dancera telephone that rings but who's to answer?
oh, how the ghost of you clings
these foolish things remind me of you
the scent of smouldering leaves the wail of steamers
two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers
oh how the ghost of you clings
these foolish things
remind me of you
Publicada por FLY à(s) 03:06
Etiquetas: Jane Birkin, Jimmy Rowles
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