terça-feira, 14 de fevereiro de 2012

Abstrato.

Até mais que eu, mais que dois.
Chego a pensar no sentido desse abstrato.
E não adianta falar, nega, nega, nega.

Até quando? Mais que dois?
Forças me faltam ao lutar contra o abstrato.
E não adianta tentar, cair, cair, cair.

Até parece que não se vê, claro.
Perde-se a noção do quanto isso vai durar.
E de nada adianta eu falar, não falo, não falo.

quarta-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2012

TMTCBM

Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move.
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hands,
saying: If you see this girl, can you tell her where I am...
Some tried to hand me money, they don't understand.
I'm not broke, I'm just a broken hearted man.
I know it makes no sense, what else can I do?
How can I move on, when I'm still in love with you?

Cause if oneday you wake up and find that you're missing me,
and your heart starts to wonder, where on this earth I could be,
thinking maybe you'd come back here, to the place where we met.
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving...

Police men says 'Oh you can't stay here.' I said 'It's someone I'm waiting for.
If it's a day, a month, a year.'
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
if she changes her mind, this is the first place she would go.

People will talk about the guy, who's waiting on a girl,
There are no holes in his shoes, but a big hole in his world.
And maybe I get famous as the man who can't be moved,
and maybe you won't mean to, but you'll see me on the news...
And you'll come running to the corner cause you know it's just for you.

The script.


I'm yours

You touched this tired eyes of mine
and maped my face out line by line,
and somehow growing old feels fine.
I listen close for 'I'm no smart'
you wrap your thoughts in works of art,
and their hanging on the walls of my heart.

I may not have the softest touch,
I may not say the words as such
and though I may not look like much,
I'm yours.

And though my egdes may be rough,
I never feel like I'm quite enough.
It may not seem like very much,
but I'm yours.

You heal the scars over time
you embraced my soul, you loved my mind.
You're the only angel in my life.
The daily news came, my best friend died,
my knees went weak and you saw me cry,
say I'm still the soldier in your eyes.

I know I don't fit in that much,
but I'm yours.