All day staring at the ceiling Making friends with shadows on my wall All night hearing voices telling me That I should get some sleep Because tomorrow might be good for something Hold on Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown And I don't know why But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell I know right now you can't tell But stay a while and maybe then you'll see A different side of me I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired I know right now you don't care But soon enough you're gonna think of me And how I used to be...me I'm talking to myself in public Dodging glances on the train And I know, I know they've all been talking about me I can hear them whisper And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me Out of all the hours thinking Somehow I've lost my mind But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell I know right now you can't tell But stay a while and maybe then you'll see A different side of me I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired I know right now you don't care But soon enough you're gonna think of me And how I used to be I've been talking in my sleep Pretty soon they'll come to get me Yeah, they're taking me away I'm just a little unwellMatchbox 20
-Ah, a música... Uma mágica que transcende todas que fazemos aqui! (Dumbledore - J.K. Rowling) Sempre vai haver uma canção contando tudo de mim, Sempre vai haver uma voz cantando tudo de nós (Paula Toller) Toda a poesia - e a canção é uma poesia ajudada - reflecte o que a alma não tem. Por isso a canção dos povos tristes é alegre e a canção dos povos alegres é triste. (Fernando Pessoa - O Banqueiro Anarquista E Outras Prosas)
sexta-feira, 6 de julho de 2007
Unwell
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