sexta-feira, janeiro 04, 2013

Something More Beautiful


Catch your eye with a flame
You know I'll be near
You know I'll be near
Take your time
In the morning light
There's nobody here
There's nobody here

When you feel too much to ever let it show
You turn it up, turn it down, turn it on, turn it round, and leave
When you just don't concede
With what you believe

You want to learn the trick to turn
What's not so pretty
Into something more beautiful
It's the same place
That I learned to turn
What could be sorrow
Into some kind of mercy

When you feel too much to ever let it show
You turn it up, turn it down, tum it off, tum around, and leave
And then I just don't concede
With what to believe

(Beth Orton)





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quinta-feira, dezembro 18, 2008

Stolen Car

You walked into my house last night
I couldn't help but notice
A light that was long gone still burning strong
You were sitting
Your fingers like fuses
Your eyes were cinnamon

You said you stand for every known abuse
That was ever threatened to anyone but you
And why should I know better by now
When I'm old enough not to?

While every line speaks the language of love
It never held the meaning I was thinking of
And I can't decide over right or wrong
I guess sometimes you need the place where you belong

Some may sing the wrong words to the wrong melodies
It's little things like this that matter to me
Others feel that you should stand
For every known abuse to hand
And all the things that they could never see

You said you stood for every known abuse
That was ever promised to anyone like you
Don't you wish you knew better by now
When you're old enough not to?

When every line speaks the language of love
It never held the meaning I was thinking of
And I can't decide over right or wrong
You left the feeling that I just do not belong

(Do not belong, do not belong, do not belong)

One drink too many
And a joke gone too far
I see a face drive like a stolen car
Gets harder to hide
When you're hitching your ride
Harder to hide what you really saw

Oh yeah, you stand for every known abuse
That I've ever seen my way through
Don't I wish I knew better by now?
Well I think I'm starting to

When every line speaks the language of love
It never held the meaning I was thinking of
And I've lost the line between right or wrong
I just want to find the place where I belong

Why should you know better by now
When you're old enough not to?
I wish I knew better by now
When I'm old enough not to

(Beth Orton)



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sexta-feira, fevereiro 08, 2008

Comfort of Strangers


I know the stars that shine on me,
Are brighter than you or I could ever be.
I know there's an answer to your question,
But I don't if I could word it right.

Say what you mean,
Don't tell it like it could be,
I'm not sure that I should say it out loud,
Say what you mean,
Don't tell it like it could be,
Right at this time, I'm gonna keep that in mind

One love, is better than not enough
I'd rather have no love, than messing with the wrong stuff

Just the comfort of strangers
Always the comfort of strangers
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.

I know the sun that shines on me,
Has better times than you or I could ever be,
I know there's an answer to the question,
and I'm not sure that I should word it right,

Say what you mean,
Don't tell it like it could be,
Everytime your gonna set me free,
Say what you mean,
Don't tell it like it could be,
Right this time, let's take it right home to see

One love is better than not enough
I'd rather have no love, than messing with the wrong stuff,
It's just the comfort of strangers
Oh it's the comfort of strangers

Why, some of those are like best friends, best friends,
Ones that keep you coming round again.

(Beth Orton)

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