Terça-feira, 25 de Setembro de 2007
O que as mãos já não suam quando tento ler as suas mensagens, sua agora o coração quando ele liga. Não são nervos, não é esforço. Mas a ansiedade de estreitar a distância que o telefone impõe.
The Thought Which Sees, 1965
PHONE CALL FROM YOU
Khonnor
Did you call me on the phone?
'Cause I have the feeling, I'm never home.
But I can try to be here,
Catching my sleep; shed some tears.
Please leave your name and your number,
and you'll be surprised how much you'll discover.
I'll call back tomorrow,
When I find some worth I can borrow.
De Anónimo a 25 de Setembro de 2007 às 12:46
I'm gonna tell you something, you're better than fake-wild.
I see the future.
In it, they try to kill your style, your manner, and your motives.
I've seen the way it goes.
So memorize my number, that's why I got a phone.
Call me after dark.
I can make the sun rise daily right up from your landscape painting.
I will be in the front row later when your brush becomes a mic.
Maybe we could change this game forever.
Shapes our breath makes in cold weather.
They might say we're both crazy...I'm just glad I found you, baby.
I don't want someone telling me no-oh-oh, "you're out of time"
I don't mind being debated as long as you're with me tonight.
I'm not gonna give up easy, we were made to cross the line.
I don't want the things that we do...I don't want to let them die.
:-)
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