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(poema criado em maio)
Hoje eu iniciei
uma nova etapa
é o início do mês
ainda sei a data
em que eu quero constar
no seu diário
tirei os fantasmas
e monstros do seu armário
E olhando lá
eu vi as fotos
e aquelas cartas
de amores mortos
(mas não)
Não se esqueça de tentar
uma nova história
não procure se fechar
viva o agora
Eu não digo por dizer
o que é bom de ouvir
eu disse pela tarde
o que tu me faz sentir
(quando estou)
contigo
e mais ninguém
vivendo
tudo muito bem
sem pensar no que pode te trazer dor
A: If i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me
B: i did before and had my share
it didn’t lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn’t matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through
Young Folks – Peter, Bjorn and John.
(The Kooks)
So at my show on Monday
I was hoping someday
You’d be on your way to better things
It’s not about your make-up
Or how you try to shape up
To these tiresome paper dreams
Paper dreams, honey
So now you pour your heart out
You’re telling me you’re far out
You’re not about to lie down for your cause
But you don’t pull my strings
‘Cos I’m a better man
Moving on to better things
Well uh oh, oh I love her because she moves in her own way
Well uh oh, oh she came to my show just to hear about my day
And at the show on Tuesday
She was in her mindset
Tempered furs and spangled boots
Looks are deceiving
Make me believe it
And these tiresome paper dreams
Paper dreams, honey
Yeah
So wont you go far
Tell me you’re a keeper
Not about to lie down for your cause
And you don’t pull my strings
‘Cos I’m a better man
Moving on to better things
Well oh oh, oh I love her because she moves in her own way
Well oh oh, oh she came to my show just to hear about my day
yes I wish that we never made it
Through all the summers
They’re keeping us instead of
Kicking us back
Down through the suburbs
yes I wish that we never made it
Through all the summers
They’re keeping us instead of
Kicking us back
Down through the suburbs
But uh oh, I love her because she moves in her own way
But uh oh, she came to my show just to hear about my day
But uh oh, oh I love her because she moves in her own way
But uh oh, oh she came to my show just to hear about my day
(Basia Bulat)
There are two things I will carry in my pockets at the end
oh, my darling,
you are one of them
the way you look when you have a story to begin,
oh, my darling,
that’s the other half
and I will never lose them,
no i’ll never never show them like a prize
I will keep them out of sight
and I will never give them up to any ceiling
promise or a lie,
they are mine until I die, until I die
