12 de setembro de 2005

angels that walk

Polly Paulusma
I Was Made To Love You

In the sky I see angels
Flying all over town
they've got names in their pockets
Of lovers lost and found
If I send you my angel
Would you send yours to me
If our angels collide in the sky
You'll say it was meant to be

And days blank like they bleached them
And nights outline air like static on the phone
And you say that you feel them
But the words you picked so carefully keep coming out all wrong
So I'll write them in light
And I'll carve them in stone
I was made for loving you
I was put on this sweet earth too
I was made to love you

In the air I hear gunfire, going off in the hills
Clocks are ticking, the battle is nearing
I'm fending them off with these pills
If you're stuck in the front line
Would you charm your way out
You might like the idea of the kill
But you don't know what dying's about

In the sky I see angels
Flying all over town
They've got drugs in their pockets
To keep us all on the ground
I won't send you my angel
Angels only deceive
Spit the pills out
Feed fuel to your fear
And fly away with me




vozes que não me vêm do ar mas do cabo que me traz o mundo, outras cidades, à superfície do écran... e novas cores que se pintam por aqui, como vozes que regressam, devorando o "humilde sossego do coração"... ou que sempre tinham faltado na palete e, agora que as encontrámos, parece quase impossível que algum dia, pudessemos ter pintado sem aquela cor...
dias que passam no compasso vagaroso do fim de verão...


my angel won't fly. but he'll walk to you...
even if he has to walk to the nearest city to catch a train to be with you...

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