domingo, 25 de marzo de 2007
I walked into such a sad time at the station
In the white room with black curtains near the station. / Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. / Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes. / Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment
Ill wait in this place where the sun never shines; / Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves
You said no strings could secure you at the station. / Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. / I walked into such a sad time at the station. / As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.
Ill wait in the queue when the trains come back; / Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd. / Consolation for the old wound now forgotten. / Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. / Shes just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings
Ill sleep in this place with the lonely crowd; / Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.
CREAM (1968) – WHITE ROOM
miércoles, 7 de marzo de 2007
Way across some cold neurotic sea
For you dear, I was born / For you I was raised up / For you I've lived and for you I will die / For you I am dying now / You were my mad little lover / In a world where everybody fucks everybody else over / You who are so far from me / Far from me / So far from me / Way across some cold neurotic sea / Far from me
I would talk to you of all matter of things / With a smile you would reply / Then the sun would leave your pretty face / And you'd retreat from the front of your eyes / I keep hearing that you're doing best / I hope your heart beats happy in your infant breast / You are so far from me / Far from me / Far from me
There is no knowledge but i know it / There's nothing to learn from that vacant voice /That sails to me across the line / From the ridiculous to the sublime / It's good to hear you're doing so well / But really can't you find somebody else that you can ring and tell / Did you ever / Care for me? / Were you ever / There for me? / So far from me
You told me you'd stick by me / Through the thick and through the thin / Those were your very words / My fair-weather friend / You were my brave-hearted lover / At the first taste of trouble went running back to mother / So far from me / Far from me / Suspended in your bleak and fishless sea / Far from me / Far from me.
NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS (1997) - FAR FROM ME