Friday, May 8, 2009

Hoje faz mesmo escuro

Faz-se um castelo de areia a dois quando se deixam os amigos noutro lado.

Esconde-se fragilidades, levanto-me, preciso de ir `a casa de banho.

Pergunto o que há aí para mim.

Nao sou eu a falar, é a noite. Deixa-a falar. Ouve-a mas não lhe dês ouvidos.

Quando os dias te largam exausto, não há espaço para senão silêncio.

Ainda assim, talvez se esconda um braço no escuro.



The Tallest Man in the World - Where do my Bluebird Fly


Oh, well I knew you shook the set-up baby, of all the leaves up in the ground
And I know our song is over and heavy as I see dry leaves fallin' down, oh
With all this fever in my mind, I could drown in your kerosene eyes
Oh, you're just a riddle in the sky
Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?

And as the early sign of dawn of thunder I see you stir the fog around
And when you find the boys and gears of sunset we'll hear that high and lonesome sound, oh
And I will question every wind if they gone through the glow of your eyes
Oh, you're just a riddle in the sky
Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?
I say where do my bluebirds fly?

Oh, well I know you soak your feathers baby upon the ghosts along my trail
And I know well I was sole and buried before I knew it was for sale, oh
With all this fever in my mind I could aim for your kerosene eyes
Oh, you're just a target in the sky
I say where do my bluebirds fly?
I say where do my bluebirds fly?

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