As canções dos meus dias: julho 2013

Rainy Night In Soho

I've been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I've cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways
We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell
I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys
Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
But there's a light I hold before me
And you're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams
Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The gingerlady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you in my head
I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the fist time
I never think about the last
Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

(The Pogues)

Etiquetas: The Pogues

I Used To Know How To Walk On Water

I used to know how to walk on water
I used to be so unafraid
I could save the weakest tyrant
And I could knight the proudest slave
I could give riches to the beggars
And give love to the one who hates
I could tempt a whore so frozen
And I could torture the strength of fate

I used to know how to walk on water
A king of kings they knew me well
I could give sight to every blind man
And I make the mute sing in hell
But now
I watch with awe and wonder
Doubt has now befallen me
I ask the lord
To show me mercy
And to give me sympathy

Forgive me now
My useless thunder
When I was such a dynamo
I am here
And I am humble
For I know not
Which way to go

I used to know how to walk on water
I could give a dead heart life
I could murder the joy of satan
And make his mistress
Be my wife
I would be a dream of cowards
And they would never resemble me
I could see them
Doubt me under
As I set
Each one free

Now I just
Sit and wonder
What illness has befallen me
A sicker mind
Makes me surrender
To this world
Of vacancy

Forgive me now
My useless thunder
When I was such a dynamo
I am here
And I am humble
For I know not
Which way to go

I used to know how to walk on water
Now I sink in the dirt
No kind sun or holy laughter
Seems to reach beyond the hurt
I used to know how to walk on water
I used to be at peace with love
And all its strength and all its power
Would lift me up so high above

A burning star
A holy wonder
Women would rush to be with me
But now I'm lost
Inside the thunder
Of pain which holds insanity

Forgive me now
My useless thunder
When I was such a dynamo
I am here
And I am humble
For I know not
Which way to go

(Joseph Arthur)

Etiquetas: Joseph Arthur

The Thrill Is Gone

the thrill is gone
the thrill is gone
i can see it in your eyes
i can hear it in your sighs
feel your touch and realize
the thrill is gone

the nights are cold
for love is old
love was grand when love was new
birds were singing, skies were blue
now it don't appeal to you
the thrill is gone

this is the end
so why pretend
and let it linger on
the thrill is gone
the thrill is gone...

(Chet Baker)

Etiquetas: Chet Baker

Myrtle And Rose

You would be the one to come a' knocking at my door
And I would be the one to let you in and nothing more
You would break the bread and we would drink the blood of Christ
Blessed are the lovers for theirs shall be the night
And in the morning you'd be lying by my side
And you would want for more
And I would give you more

You would be the one to lay the blanket on the ground
And I would come to you but you'd be nowhere to be found
So I would turn to her for she was always, always there
Lost will be the souls of the wanton and the weak
And in the morning she'd be lying next to me
And I would want for more
And she would give me more

So then it was for me to come a' calling at your window
But you were never there. She doesn't live here - just the thin girl
The elevator operator told me so
So I would lay the table and I'd wait for you to call
Staring at the Myrtle and the Rose
And I would want for more

I became the one who sits and watches from afar
You became the woman in the German Car
I constructed characters in Quark and Photoshop
The longer you were gone the less the longing
The longer you were gone the less the longing
The longer you were gone
The less the longing

Now, who should be the one to come a' striding down my street?
To what do we owe this apparent sense of urgency?
And I should be the one touched by your very presence, dear?
The longer you were gone the less the longing
The longer you were gone the less the longing
And now you come for more
But I've no more to give
This has been enough for me

(Lloyd Cole)

Etiquetas: Lloyd Cole

Machineries of Joy

We're of primitive abolution
Like a hobbyist of deranged proportion
Or the wait is yours and we’ve failed again
The fleshy existance you keep to yourself,
Is secure

We are magnificent machineries of joy
We are magnificent machineries of joy
Machines of joy, and then some
Machines of joy, and then some

You are a vision of extraordinary contortion
An athletic form of warm distortion
And the triumph's yours, we lose again
The fleshy existence you keep to yourself,
Is secure

We are magnificent machineries of joy
We are magnificent machineries of joy
Machines of joy, and then some
Machines of joy, and then some

You are a vision, you are a vision, a vision
Tell me what he said, it doesn’t really matter
Just tell me what he said, and I don’t really care
It’s only what he said,
We can make it better
Tell me what he said, no I don’t really care

Help is on the way, help is on the way
Help is on the way, we all know

It's a kind of vision, it's a kind of
it's a kind of vision.

We are magnificent machineries of joy
We are magnificent machineries of joy
Machines of joy, we meant some
Machines of joy, we meant some.

(British Sea Power)