Alma
Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know
When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Well maybe i'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh... lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Well I feel too young to hold on
And i'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well i'm waiting for you
Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Lover, You Should've Come Over, Jeff Buckley
"Meu, isto é alma!" O dvd passava e nós, sentados por ali e por aqui, um bocado de álcool a mais uns, something else outros, ouvíamos. ... e ele inclinava a cabeça para trás, passava a mão nos cabelos, olhava-o no écran e semicerrava os olhos, já pequeninos... "Isto é alma, pá." Exacto, meu, alma em estado puro.
7 comentários:
...Ganda buba!
(if this friend of yours, besides from your grandmother or any other member of your family should die whilst in the shelter,
Put them outside, but remember to tag them first for identification purposes.)
Antonymous
You mean the garage...?! Not the shelter, the garage!
Ai Maria, chovem private jokes a torto e a direito.
O homem da casa sempre gostou muito daquela tirada do Two Tribes dos Frankie Goes to Hollywood... só que neste caso, não era um shelter, era uma garagem mesmo... e por aqui me fico antes que os esqueletos saltem do armário.
Bjinhos
Finalmente. O Maior.
Depois deste gajo cantar, a música devia tornar-se silenciosa, no mínimo.
:) Foi dos primeiros comentários que fizeste lá no blog, a propósito do Grace. Lembras-te? Adoro adoro. <3 **
desculpa visitar-te tão pouco.
a vida nã mo permite
um ganda beijo
anjo
Ah Tyler, não diria melhor!
Beijos
Joanie :)... como compreendo esse "adoro".
Jinhos
Anjo, bom ver-te aqui e NÃO pede desculpa.
Ganda beijo nessas asas todas.
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