Meus sentimentos estão confusos neste início de semana.
A caminho do trabalho eu estava vindo tranquilo na estradinha e, logo após uma curva de velocidade moderada, está um trator parado. Ali, no meio da estrada, logo depois da curva.
Por um feliz acaso eu estava com o carro que tem freio ABS, e levando em conta que havia um pouco de terra na curva, só posso afirmar que foi por pouco, e graças ao ABS.
Com o nervosismo, liguei o rádio no talo. Estava começando a música do vídeo abaixo.
Afinal, o que me aconteceu foi bom ou ruim? Aumenta aí o volume e play, que essa vale a pena (letra no vídeo)!
Bom início de semana!
They say Taylor was a good girl, never want to be late
complain, express ideas in her brain.
Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets,
You’re gonna have to pay her if you want to park here.
Well mommy’s little dancer is quite a little secret
Working on the streets now, never gonna keep it.
It’s quite an imposition and now she’s only wishin
That she would have listened to the words they say…Poor Taylor.
She just wanders around, unaffected by,
the winter winds yeah, she’ll pretend that
She’s somewhere else, so far and clear
about two thousand miles, from here.
Well Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window,
but Sunny’s silhouette won’t let him in.
Poor old Pete’s got nothing cuz he’s been falling,
And somehow Sunny knows just where he’s been.
He thinks that singin on Sunday’s gonna save his soul,
now that Saturday’s gone.
And sometimes he thinks that he’s on his way,
but i can see, that his brake lights ARE on.
He just wanders around, unaffected by,
the winter winds yeah, and he’ll pretend that,
he’s somewhere else, so far and clear,
about two thousand miles…from here
Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada,
givin what you gotta give to get a dollar bill.
Used to be a limber chick n’ times have been a tickin,
now she’s finger lickin to the man,
With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket,
only stopping by on his way to a better world.
If Taylor finds a better world, then Taylor’s gonna run away.
E vejam no vídeo abaixo o Hugh Laurie (Dr. House – House M.D.) tocando piano e cantando uma música de sua autoria, chamada “Mistery”. Letra da música após o vídeo.
Mystery
All my life has been a mystery
You and I were never ever meant to be
It’s why I call my love for you a mystery
Different country
You and I have always lived in a different country
And I know that airline tickets don’t grow on-a-tree
So what kept us apart is plain for me to see
That much at least is not really a mystery
Estuary
I live in a houseboat on an estuary
Which is handy for my work with the Port Authority
But I know you would have found it insanitary
Hated me
I’d be foolish to ignore the possibility
That if we ever actually met, you might have taken a violent dislike to me
Still, that’s not the only problem that I can see…
Dead since 1993
You’ve been dead now . . . wait a minute, let me see
Fifteen years come next Jan-yoo-a-ree
As a human being you are history
So why do why I still long for you?
Why is my love so strong for you?
Why did I write this song for you?
Well, I guess it’s just… a mystery
ela pára
e fica ali parada
olha-se para nada
(paraná)
fica parecida
(paraguaia)
pára-raios em dia de sol
para mim
prenda minha parabólica
princesinha parabólica
o pecado mora ao lado
o paraíso… paira no ar
… pecados no paraíso …
se a TV estiver fora do ar
quando passarem
os melhores momentos da sua vida
pela janela alguém estará
de olho em você
(paranóica)
prenda minha parabólica
princesinha clarabólica
paralelas que se cruzam
em Belém do Pará
longe, longe, longe (aqui do lado)
(paradoxo: nada nos separa)
eu paro
e fico aqui parado
olho-me para longe
a distância não separabólica
flicka flicka flicka!
here you are
cata cata cata!
caterpillar girl
flowing in
and filling up my hopeless heart
oh never never go
I’ll dust my levellers
with powder pink and sweet
the day i stop
is the day you change
and fly away from me
you flicker
and you’re beautiful
you glow inside my head
you hold me hypnotized
i’m mesmerized…
your flames
the flames that kiss me dead
dust my lemon lies
with powder pink and sweet
the day i stop
is the day you change
and fly away from me
