sexta-feira, agosto 31, 2007
Cat Power /// City Of Angels /// *
diz-me o teu nome
escreve-o, com os teus dedos, na minha mão
sopra-mo no ouvido
pousa-o nos meus lábios
esquece o corpo que tens nos braços
fecha os olhos
e, para sempre, dá-me a mão
Fly, inspirado em Maria do Rosário Pedreira
quinta-feira, agosto 30, 2007
Green
hold the earth above me
lay down in the green grass
remember when you loved me
come closer don't be shy
stand beneath a rainy sky
the moon is over the rise
think of me as a train goes by
clear the thistles and brambles
whisper 'didn't he ramble
'now there's a bubble of me
and it's floating in thee
Grass
things are now made of me
the weather vane will say
it smells like rain today
god took the stars and he tossed them
can't tell the birds from the blossoms
you'll never be free of me
he'll make a tree from me
don't say good bye to me
describe the sky to me
and if the sky falls, mark my words
we'll catch mocking birds
lay your head where my heart used to be
hold the earth above me
lay down in the green grass
remember when you loved me
.
"Green Grass" Tom Waits
quarta-feira, agosto 29, 2007
Debaixo
debaixo d'água tudo era mais bonitomais azul, mais colorido
só faltava respirar
mas tinha que respirar
debaixo d'água se formando como um feto
sereno, confortável, amado, completo
sem chão, sem teto
sem contato com o ar
mas tinha que respirar
todo dia
todo dia, todo dia
todo dia
debaixo d'água por encanto
sem sorriso e sem pranto
sem lamento e sem saber o quanto
esse momento poderia durar
mas tinha que respirar
D' Água
ficaria contente
longe de toda gente, para sempre
no fundo do mar
mas tinha que respirar
todo dia
todo dia, todo dia
todo dia
debaixo d'água protegido
salvo, fora de perigo
aliviado, sem perdão e sem pecado
sem fome, sem frio, sem medo
sem vontade de voltar
mas tinha que respirar
debaixo d'água tudo era mais bonito
mais azul mais colorido
só faltava respirar
mas tinha que respirar
todo dia
todo dia, todo dia
todo dia
Washington
it's been raining for days
rain beats down
it covers the streets
with its sparkling skin
in the deli purple light
a woman in a party dress
pays for some milk
yellow cab stops for a light
two men in black hats are running
a messenger on a bike
pile drivers pounding
they've set up some lights
they're digging a hole
it's filling up with black water
rainy days, rainy nights
steam rises, covers the city
Street
float like paper boats
they slide along the rushing water
in the gutter
rainy days, rainy nights
rain falls down and covers the city
it falls from fabulous heights
covers the streets
with its sparkling skin
and over on jane street
they're shooting that movie again
they just can't seem to get it right
behind a warehouse
in a burned out building
a man is sleeping in a cardboard box
on a pile of salt
rainy days, rainy nights
rain falls down and covers the city
a man on a park bench
he sits in the pouring rain
terça-feira, agosto 28, 2007
The Sound
hello, darkness, my old friendi've come to talk with you again
because a vision softly creeping
left its seeds while i was sleeping
and the vision
that was planted in my brain
still remains
within the sound of silence
in restless dreams i walked alone
narrow streets of cobblestone
beneath the halo of a street lamp
i turned my collar to the cold and damp
when my eyes were stabbed
by the flash of a neon light
that split the night
and touched the sound of silence
Of Silence
and in the naked light i sawten thousand people, maybe more
people talking without speaking
people hearing without listening
people writing songs that voices never share
and no one dare
disturb the sound of silence
"fools" said i, "you do not know
silence like a cancer grows"
"hear my words that i might teach you
take my arms that i might reach you"
but my words like silent raindrops fell
and echoed in the wells of silence
and the people bowed and prayed
to the neon god they made
and the sign flashed out its warning
in the words that it was forming
and the signs said:
the words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
and tenement halls
and whisper'd in the sound of silence
segunda-feira, agosto 27, 2007
Fugitive
side of the road
melt in a memory
slide in a solitude
not 'til i can read by the moon
am i going anywhere
not 'til i can read by the moon
i blow you a kiss
it should reach you tomorrow
as it flies from the other side of the world
from my room in my fugitive motel
somewhere in the dust bowl
it flies from the other side of the world
Motel
'you always look tired', she said
'i'm admired', i said
'you always look tired', she said
not 'til i can read by the moon
am i going anywhere
not 'til i can read by the moon
curtains stay closed
but everyone knows
you hear through the walls in this place
cigarette holes for every lost soul
to give up the ghost in this place
give me strength
give me wings
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