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The Great Escape - We Are Scientists
With Love and Squalor, 2005

Making my escape
Making my escape
Tell myself that
Everything's in shape
Everything's in shape
But me
How long can this take
How long can this take
Tell myself that
Everything is great
Everything is great
Well how'm I doing?

I gotta great idea
I'm gonna wait right here
I gotta great idea
I'm gonna wait right here
While everything is adding
Up, up, up
Everything is adding
Up, up, up

Breaking both my hands
Breaking both my hands
Telling me to
Take it like a man
Take it like a man
I can't
I don't understand
I don't understand
Please repeat whatever you just said
Nothing's making sense
Well how'm I doing?

I gotta great idea
I'm gonna wait right here
I gotta great idea
I'm gonna wait right here
While everything is adding
Up, up, up
Everything is adding
Up, up, up

They're breaking both my hands
They're breaking both my hands
And telling me to
Take it like a man
And take it like a man
Well fuck that
I don't understand
Said I don't understand
So please repeat whatever you just said
'cause nothing's making sense
Well how'm I doing?

I gotta great idea
I'm gonna wait right here
I gotta great idea
I'm gonna wait right here
While everything is adding
Up, up, up
Everything is adding
Up, up, up

1 - 2 Som - Parte 2

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8uGdz0LwY8

Analisar

Analisar pode dar trabalho. Pode ser útil. Pode ser necessária (imperativa?).
Na maioria das vezes não é mais do que um pesadelo de detalhes e lixo. Lixo nosso, dos outros.
A dor que pode causar é assassina da simplicidade dos momentos. Bons e Maus. Confuso?
Talvez possa ajudar:

Analyse - Thom Yorke
The Eraser, 2006

A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility
You roll in reams across the street
In algebra, in algebra

The fences that you cannot climb
The sentences that do not rhyme
In all that you can ever change
The one you're looking for

It gets you down
It gets you down

There's no spark
No light in the dark

It gets you down
It gets you down
You traveled far
What have you found
That there's no time
There's no time
To analyse
To think things through
To make sense

Like cows in the city, they never looked so pretty
By power carts and blackouts
Sleeping like babies

It gets you down
It gets you down
You're just playing a part
You're just playing a part

You're playing a part
Playing a part
And there's no time
There's no time
To analyse
Analyse
Analyse

O Fim

Há coisas que me perseguem. Dia após dia, ano após ano. Erro após erro.
Uma delas é a música. Lyrics. Especialmente aquelas que (quase) valem uma vida inteira.
Acho que era pecado se não as partilhasse...
Aqui vai a primeira:

River - Joni Mitchell
Blue, 1971

It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
But it don't snow here
It stays pretty green
I'm going to make a lot of money
Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I made my baby cry

He tried hard to help me
You know, he put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I'm so hard to handle
I'm selfish and I'm sad
Now I've gone and lost the best baby
That I ever had
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I made my baby say goodbye

Its coming on christmas
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on