The gathering - Travel - 2005
Melodic stanzas
are symphonizing their way
through your weary head
To feed your distrust
And fill it's mouth with the desire
to soulfully be one with your creation
Not a subject to control
you call upon a higer power
for help and inspiration
The crowd waits
and turns their faces
towards you expectantly
you give them what they need
But their useless criticism
makes you die
a bit more inside
Not a subject to control
you call upon a higer power
for help and inspiration
Oh, I swoon
while loudspeakers play soft music
Leaning
over your fourtieth masterpiece
You must have loved
the colour of these violins
I wish I knew you
Your fit of insanity makes me sad
I wish you knew
your music was to stay forever
And I hope....
I have no clue
if you know how much it matters
And i hope....
Não pude deixar de colocar a Travel, uma versão mais recente e para quem leu o último post, foi nesta música que eu deitei uma lagrimitas, pior que as pitas a ouvir o filho do Carreira...mas por motivos diferentes.
O que é que querem? Eu sou parva, não há remédio, eu vibro e pronto!
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