Uma ao fim de semana (17)

"Ugliness you have to learn, beauty you can't teach"

"Like a womb night was all around

Someone somewhere must have talked some sense

I could feel it moving underground

So many things I still don't understand

The dream I was having took on an ugly face

I don't know if I was walking through heaven

It could have been any place

Skipping 'cross the water wading through the sand

Awake to find you gone emptiness is where you lay

Well I just had to smile for all the things you'll never hear me say

Oh I know I could never get that near

What do you expect me to do disappear?

You and me we're as free as we can be

Can't you see (can't you see) like the trees so obviously

The message disturbs me so I throw it to the wind

And after all the hellos good-byes

We can't start this thing again

It's like the fog you walk towards but never seem to reach

Every morning now I hear that same old song

And though the singer is long dead his voice goes on and on...

Ugliness you have to learn beauty you can't teach

Awake to find you gone a note pinned to my sleeve

Well it wasn't just the things you took

It was the things you had to leave

Now it seems you were never here

What do you expect me to do disappear?

You and me we're as free as we can be

Can't you see (can't you see) like the trees so obviously

Disappear?, The Church

'Uma ao fim de semana' é a rubrica d'O Quinto Andar da qual consta uma musica que se ajusta, por uma razão ou por outra, ao estado de espírito da minha pessoa nesse momento. Sugestões são bem-vindas (embora sujeitas a apreciação). Podem enviá-las para lp.going.80s@gmail.com.