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segunda-feira, 13 de junho de 2011

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Paper bag

(Fiona Apple)


I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality i knew, was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And i believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag

Hunger hurts, and i want him so bad, oh it kills
Cuz I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works
When it costs too much to love

And I went crazy again today,
Looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope

Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine,
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope

I said, "honey, i don't feel so good, don't feel justified

Come on put a little love here in my void"

He said "it's all in your head", and I said "so's everything"

But he didn't get it I thought he was a man

But he was just a little dang boy


Hunger hurts, and i want him so bad, oh it kills
Cuz i know i'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works
When it costs too much to love

Hunger hurts, but i want him so bad, oh it kills
Cuz i know i'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold cuz these hands are just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works
When it costs too much to love

Hunger hurts, but i want him so bad it kills
Cuz i know i'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works,
When it cost too much to love.



(Imagem Terry Rodgers)

sábado, 12 de março de 2011

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Sleep to dream
(Fiona Apple)

I tell you how I feel, but you don't care
I say: "Tell me the truth.", but you don't dare
You say love is a hell you cannot bear
And I say: "Give me mine back and then go there, for all I care."

I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body, and this voice
Cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you, don't come around
I got my own hell to raise

I have never been so insulted in all my life
I could swallow the seas to wash down all this pride
First you run like a fool just to be at my side
And now you run like a fool, but you just run to hide, and I can't abide

I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body, and this voice
Cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you, don't come around
I got my own hell to raise

Don't make it a big deal, don't be so sensitive
We're not playing a game anymore
You don't have to be so defensive

Don't you plead me your case, don't bother to explain
Don't even show me your face, 'cause it's a crying shame
Just go back to the rock from under which you came
Take the sorrow you gave and all the stakes you claim
And don't forget the blame

I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body, and this voice
Cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you, don't come around
I got my own hell to raise


(imagens Conrad Roset)