sábado, 28 de novembro de 2009

Tem horas que é melhor não entender

Impressionante como uma música linda pode ter uma letra tão idiota.

Flightless Bird, American Mouth

I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your straight blind eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
And when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big bill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat
Cursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide/white fence cracks
Kissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, climbing, bleeding
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big bill, stuck going down

E ainda assim eu a escuto o dia todo. O que talvez me faça ser mais idiota que a letra.

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