Música Perdida

Bem.. deixando parcialmente os meus desabafos demoníacos, de acordo com a classificação do sr. Jorge..

Regresso à crónica da música perdida.. e não, desta vez, não trago Palma..

Os demónios interiores ainda cá estão.. e portanto hoje, devo precisar de parar por um minuto ;)

Morning Tide é uma das músicas que integra o novo trabalho de David Fonseca, de que já aqui falamos..

Espero que conste do alinhamento do concerto do próximo sábado..

Não vou comentar a letra.. se não isto passaria a ser outro desabafo demoníaco, mas aconselho vivamente a que ouçam a música ;)

Não sei se é a minha preferida do novo trabalho, mas é seguramente uma das ;)

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I live in dreams, I live in sorrow
Can’t see the light that I should follow
I look deranged, they call me strange, whatever that is, well I don’t mind
In another time, another place, yeah I was such a different kind

And then she said, “Why don’t you call her?”
She wrote a name, she wrote a number
I wanted to feel whatever they feel, I wanted to see the/those lightning strikes
Under the rain, up on the hill, knocked on her door, looked in her eyes

She said
“I see you baby but i don’t understand
Who wrote that number on the back of your hand
I wanna help you but I can’t play along
Cus all I wanna do to you is wrong, is wrong”
We stole a car and drove it into the night
Her skin reflecting all those big neon lights
She kissed me gently and my body went numb
I woke up on the shore with a mouth full of sand
the tide was rising and kept pulling me in
Now will I ever get to see her again
Her name, her face, I just can’t remember

how many times you heard “it’s over”
and then you go and find another
Another who pleads, another who gives, until it drives you out of your mind
You’re tired to be the one that breaks, the one that hurts, that different kind