domingo, 2 de setembro de 2012

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.

2 comentários:

SurpriseBox disse...

Feliz BirthdaY!
e mix umas coisas modernas and mais happys :)

Já tens uma cria de cuca legal.
Aconselho um rock rural:
http://youtu.be/7zcdfojUAYQ

Bjs,

memyselfandi disse...

You remembered my birthday... what can I say? =)
obrigada, SurpriseBox!
(gostei que gostei do "rock rural", no próximo fim de semana publico, ok?)

"A espantosa realidade das coisas é a minha descoberta de todos os dias"...

speechless!