segunda-feira, setembro 08, 2008

Roads

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

Storm,
In the morning light,
I feel,
No more can I say,
Frozen to myself.

I got nobody on my side,
And surely that ain't right,
Surely that ain't right.

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

How can it feel this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

(Portishead)




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2 Comments:

Blogger Patricia said...

Apesar de a mensagem não ser das mais doces, é assim que gosto de Portishead, a um ritmo mais calmo e sereno.

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9:54 da tarde  
Blogger Nuno Guronsan said...

Pois a mim o que realmente me atrai nos Portishead é essa mesma contradição, ambientes éteros em contraste com as letras melancólicas na voz grave da Beth...

Como alguém diria, assustadoramente belo, não é, Olavo?

7:52 da tarde  

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