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GREEN GRASS - Cibelle

(Tom Waits Cover)

Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down in the green grass
Remember when you loved me

Come closer don't be shy
Stand beneath a rainy sky
The moon is over the rise
Think of me as a train goes by

Clear the thistles and brambles
Whistle 'Didn't He Ramble'
Now there's a bubble of me
And it's floating in thee

Stand in the shade of me
Things are now made of me
The weather vane will say
It smells like rain today

God took the stars and he tossed them
Can't tell the birds from the blossoms
You'll never be free of me
He'll make a tree from me

Don't say good bye to me
Describe the sky to me
And if the sky falls, mark my words
We'll catch mocking birds

Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down in the green grass
Remember when you loved me
Remember when you loved me
Remember when you loved me

Into My Arms

era disto que ontem te falava...

by Nick Cave

Para ti

Voltei à escrita. Voltei com uma homenagem.
Para alguém que me "abanou" com a verdade da sua história. Arrancou-me daquele estado de letargia atroz que de vez em quando assume os comandos da nossa vidinha feita de sequências que a todo o custo queremos que sejam lógicas . É um estado de letargia de tal forma subtil que nem sentimos a sua cáustica presença.
Bem, a verdade de uma história pode abanar o trilho. Imaginem-se a delinear um caminho. É certo que nesse "desenho" evitamos sempre fazer riscos que nos possam desorientar, a questão latente e crucial é: e se esses riscos nos levam a um estado superior?
Para ti, a dona da história, deixo uma grande música. Ouve com atenção e recusa-te sempre a senti-la na primeira pessoa. (Grande música esta).



This is our last goodbye I hate to feel the love between us die
But it's over
Just hear this and then I'll go: you gave me more to live for, more than you'll ever know.

This is our last embrace, must I dream and always see your face
Why can't we overcome this wall
Baby, maybe it is just because I didn't know you at all.

Kiss me, please, kiss me
But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation
You know, it makes me so angry 'cause I know that in time
I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye

Did you say \"no, this can't happen to me,\"and did you rush to your phone to call?
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind saying,\"Maybe...you didn't know him at all.\"Well, the bells out in the church tower chime
Burning clues into this heart of mine
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memory Of her sighs that, \"It's over...it's over...\"