domingo, 13 de julho de 2008
sexta-feira, 11 de julho de 2008
We both know what memories can bring...
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
Joan Baez, Diamonds and Rust
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
Joan Baez, Diamonds and Rust
segunda-feira, 7 de julho de 2008
domingo, 6 de julho de 2008
sexta-feira, 4 de julho de 2008
segunda-feira, 30 de junho de 2008
segunda-feira, 16 de junho de 2008
I will never be a stepping stone
Alea jacta est...
Felicidades.
E ainda amigos que prometem nunca mais "meter-se" em nada entre nós mas quando chega a hora são sempre incapazes de guardar para si as suas opiniões mesmo sabendo que essas opiniões são o mesmo que dar força a um para fazer algo que afecta, directa ou indirectamente, o outro. Se é isto o conceito de "não se meter"... I hope you're happy to... (ainda assim, quero acreditar que não seja por mal... enfim...).
Felicidades.
E ainda amigos que prometem nunca mais "meter-se" em nada entre nós mas quando chega a hora são sempre incapazes de guardar para si as suas opiniões mesmo sabendo que essas opiniões são o mesmo que dar força a um para fazer algo que afecta, directa ou indirectamente, o outro. Se é isto o conceito de "não se meter"... I hope you're happy to... (ainda assim, quero acreditar que não seja por mal... enfim...).
ADENDA EM 20-06-2008 2:36 - Mas cada vez mais começo a acreditar no que várias pessoas vão dizendo: que muito do que nos acontece ou aconteceu tem sempre o mesmo dedo no meio... Intencionalmente ou não... Até com incitamento a convites para saídas...
E há sites de música por aí cuja principal finalidade é tão-somente a mesma que de muitos outros: conhecer pessoas e fazer aproximações, vulgo engate. Curioso como hoje em dia é sempre tudo feito com um pretexto inocente, tudo é sempre dissimulado...
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