E achei. É esta a música do Jorge.
(sabem, tinha o sorriso mais bonito que já conheci. Infelizmente sorria pouco...)
I Know It's Over
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Oh ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(Though she needs you
More than she loves you)
And I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Over and over and over and over
Over and over, la ...
I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :
";If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know ...
'Cause tonight is just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they're in each other's arms...";
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...
The Smiths
Tenho pena de ser uma naba e não saber por a música que acompanha estes lyrics! Ou nem por isso.
11 comentários:
Smiths?
Boa, por acaso também gosto e ouvi muito há uns belos anos... naquela fase dos vanguardas e quando os grupos de jovens se diferenciavam bem uns dos outros pela roupa... metálicos, góticos, punks, vanguardas, hippy's (era eu tb), etc, etc, etc.
Smiths forever!
Bjs mixed by Jameson 12 anos!
Bom dia!
Como pediste, tenho pensado em ti e feito força para tudo dar certo... espero que resulte! Pelo sim pelo não, vou continuar...
Bjos!
Rosário, thanks :)
Bacardi, também eu era hippie, nos idos anos 80 (ou achava que era, por tocar viola e cantar Bob Dylan), mas no fundo era uma burguesa tótó de 16 anos!
Bom Fim de Semana!
Ai o meu inglês anda mesmo pelas ruas da amargura!!!
Bom fim de semana!!!!!
" nos idos anos 80... , mas no fundo era uma burguesa tótó de 16 anos!
Parafraseando-te :
Podeçe rir ?
:p
Bjs
Sem música não vou lá...
Ela diz burguesa poruqe na altura ainda se usava tia...
A música está aqui
Obrigada André ;)
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