Porque os meus dias necessitam de uma banda-sonora que faça suportar algumas das angústias que os atravessam. Ou simplesmente porque o meu dia foi um daqueles dias que irei recordar mais tarde, e me lembrarei da música que estava a passar naquele infímo momento de felicidade inocente.
terça-feira, junho 07, 2016
Daydreaming
Dreamers
They never learn
They never learn
Beyond the point
Of no return
Of no return
And it's too late
The damage is done
The damage is done
This goes
Beyond me
Beyond you
The white room
By window
Where the sun goes
Through
We are
Just happy to serve
Just happy to serve
You
damn all the judges who once thought they knew
those free of grudges i fear are too few
and less still is many and some far too much
limping along on a gold plated crutch
god knows what’s in your heart
so you can stay home from church
who will survive the end of the world
how does one listen when deafened by you
how does one wisen in the absence of truth
how does on strengthen in the age of the meek
when the dams and the walls that you build
start to leak
god knows what’s in your heart
so you can stay home from church
who will survive the end of the world
we have a way of finding our way
Home!
let every moment be filled with grace
don’t let tomorrow just be another day
we’ve come too far to suffering fools
and we’re much too young for these old rules
god knows what’s in your heart
so you can stay home from church
who will survive the end of the world
we have a way of finding our way home
I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Maybe just happy
Think I'm just happy
My heart is broke
But I have some glue
Help me inhale
And mend it with you
We'll float around
And hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down
And have a hangover ...
Have a hangover
Skin the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
The soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up
I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Maybe just happy
I don't believe everything happens for a reason
To us romantics out here, that amounts to high treason
I don't go in for your star-crossed lovers
In the heart of a skeptic
There's a question that still hovers near
For it begs the question
How did I ever find you
Now you got me writing love songs
With a common refrain like this one here, baby
And all your left handed kisses
Were just prelude to another
Prelude to your backhanded love song, baby
But it begs a question
How did I ever find you
Drifting gently through the gyre
Of the great Sargasso sea, Atlantic Ocean
Got me writing love songs
With a common refrain like this one here
The point your song here misses
Is that if you really loved me
You'd risk more than a few 50 cent
Words in your backhanded love song
For it begs the question
How did I ever find you
Drifting gently through the gyre
Of the great Sargasso sea, Atlantic Ocean
The point your song here misses
You got me writing love songs
Is that you really love me
With a common refrain like this one here, baby
Is prelude to another of your backhanded love songs
Now it's time for a handsome little bookend
Now it's time to tie up all the loose ends
Am I still a skeptic or did you make me a believer?
If you hesitate, you'll hear the click of the receiver
No revolution, the dead on the street
More dead than alive
War in the east and your office suite
Spectacle spirals, twist and unwind
Tigers of wrath, dark energy
The horse of instruction, a mystery to me
Every soul alive burns bright in this life
(Baby) Make them crawl to you, make them beg for you
It'll come to life, let it come to life
Hey
Skull full of roses, breath of life
Steal the breath of life
Heart is a mountain, a movement of ghosts
Tribes are all dancing, tribes are all dancing
Tigers of wrath, dark energy
Horse of instruction, a mystery to me
Every soul alive burns bright in this life
Baby make them crawl to you, make them beg for you
Baby baby let it come to life, baby come to life
Every soul alive burns bright in this life
Baby make them crawl to you, make them beg for you
It'll come to life, let it come to life
Crawl out of caves, monuments to the sun
The stars own our names
Constellations all gone
Defend the magic
Defend the beauty
The death of the species
Crush black tears
Every
(You admire yourself)
Soul alive
(You worship nothing)
Burns bright
(Everything empty)
In this life
(Chewing on dirt)
Baby make them crawl to you, make them beg for you
Baby make it come to life, baby come to life
Every soul alive yea burns bright in this life
Baby make them crawl to you, make them beg for you
It'll come to life, let it come to life
Took you so long to understand
That your misbehaviour was out of hand
When you were gone I had to stay
Getting along with the mess you’ve made.
So much time has passed
But you haven’t changed yet
Now that I know what you’re made of
I won’t look back…
Collecting the pieces you left behind
That endless chaos that I had to fight
Made me stronger than I’ve realised
You’ve tried to erase me but I’ve survived.
So much time has passed
But you haven’t changed yet
Now that I know what you’re made of
I won’t look back…
Oh boy this was too much
And I had, I had enough
I can’t even handle myself
I won’t handle anyone else
Oh boy you’ve got it wrong
You won’t play me no more
Believe me when I say
That I want you miles away.
Take the worst situations
Make a worse situation
Follow me home, pretend you
Found somebody to mend you
I feel numb
I feel numb in this kingdom
I feel numb
I feel numb in this kingdom
Chemically enlaced faces
Black out nights and tight spaces
We'll feel distant embraces
Scratching hands 'round my waist, yeah
I'll wash my mouth but still taste you
I feel numb
I feel numb in this kingdom
I feel numb
I feel numb in this kingdom
You better, you better, you better
You better make me
Me better, me better
You better make me better
I feel numb, make me better
I feel numb in this kingdom
I feel numb, make me better
I feel numb in this kingdom
There will be no end soon
If I've seen things right that have come
People will be scared
They never will see anything
Meanwhile all of my friends have been struck dumb
How can no final thing come
When our faces are pulled from us
How can someone blame
Who they refuse to name
For pulling other people down with them
Some have risen, they are lucky
To have their fall delayed by people
What they have is threaded
Grafted, and plotted
Played out and bad
Some have made mistakes for us
Waiting by the door for us
We told them to go ahead
Their support is just a weight
Better to sever the weighted limb
Where is it hanging tonight
It is not looming to propel us along
We move ourselves to it
One year to sit in dirt
One cycle with which to comment upon the dirt