Coming back to you

Maybe I'm still hurting
I can't turn the other cheek
But you know that I still love you
It's just that I can't speak
I looked for you in everyone
And they called me on that too
I lived alone but I was only
Coming back to you
Ah they're shutting down the factory now
Just when all the bills are due
And the fields they're under lock and key
Tho' the rain and the sun come through
And springtime starts but then it stops
In the name of something new
And all the senses rise against this
Coming back to you

And they're handing down my sentence now
And I know what I must do
Another mile of silence while
I'm Coming back to you

There are many in your life
And many still to be
Since you are a shining light
There's many that you'll see
But I have to deal with envy
When you choose the precious few
Who've left their pride on the other side of
Coming back to you

Even in your arms I know
I'll never get it right
Even when you bend to give me
Comfort in the night
I've got to have your word on this
Or none of it is true
And all I've said was just instead of
Coming back to you

by Leonard Cohen

hoje estou numa de revivalismos..
e funerais, luto, lágrimas..
coming back to me..
needing to feel something besides pain..

One of these things first

I could have been a sailor, could have
been a cook
A real live lover, could have been a
book.
I could have been a signpost, could have been
a clock
As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I could be
Here and now
I would be, I should be
But how?
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.

I could have been your pillar, could
have been your door
I could have stayed beside you, could
have stayed for more.
Could have been your statue, could
have been your friend,
A whole long lifetime could have been
the end.
I could be yours so true
I would be, I should be through and
through
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.

I could have been a whistle, could have
been a flute
A real live giver, could have been a
boot.
I could have been a signpost, could
have been a clock
As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I could be even here
I would be, I should be so near
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.

by Nick Drake

porque hoje acordei com necessidade de música..
e com vontade de ser algo diferente..
podia ter sido tudo..
podia ter sido nada..
podis transformar-me.. ou reinventar-me..
podia..
posso..
e o senhor Drake diz-me isso..
ouço e desejo ser mais..

Fly

Please give me a second grace
Please give me a second face
I've fallen far down
The first time around
Now I just sit on the ground in your way

Now if it's time to recompense for what's done
Come, come sit down on the fence in the sun
And the clouds will roll by
And we'll never deny
It's really too hard for to fly.

Please tell me your second name
Please play me your second game
I've fallen so far
For the people you are
I just need your star for a day.

So come, come ride in my my street-
car by the bay
For now I must know how fine you are
in your way
And the sea sure as I
But she won't need to cry
For it's really too hard for to fly.

by Nick Drake

sinto um desejo de voar..
de saber mais..
de ti.. de mim..
dá-me um outro nome..
o segundo, o primeiro, o que reinventaste na tua solidão..
ou não dês nada..
e em sossego deixa-me continuar..

Hurt

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real

The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end

You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of shit
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end

You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

by Johnny Cash

Porque me falaram da letra e tive um impulso irresistivel de a ler..
porque hoje acordei hurt..
embora hoje seja só mais um dia..

solidão..
triste insistente solidão..
disprazer..
euforias ébrias do que não se é..
mentira..ilusão..abafo..
desabafo num copo as questões não levantadas..
por medo, receio de mais e mais solidão..
que já a inerente à condição da vida humana é dificil..
não vamos provocar ainda mais..
mansidão..
lânguida e arrepiante inquietude..
medos..
medos..
medos..
de não conseguir ser..
o meu eu..
o eu dos outros..
o eu desejado..
de não conseguir estar..
comigo..
com alguém..
só..
perdição..
mares de destruição..
marés que vêem e vão..
criação..
perdidas vontades..
tempos..
distâncias..
ausências..
as presenças incertas..
ir..
estar..
fazer..
acontecer..
no final?
há sempre résteas de sol..
e solidão..