Descubertas e confissões...
Sendo eu no fundo uma mente errante, que vive dos momentos dos outros. Sendo eu indecisa e caminhante, que melhor mundo para sonhar que o da música.
Existe a música? Uma música? Não, não creio. Tal como, aos meus olhos, não existe a verdade ou uma delas. Daí que diferentes músicas, diferentes estilos, diferentes performers me façam sorrir ou chorar, me façam recordar ou amaldiçoar.
Hoje tenho que agradecer ao Sr. Engenheiro, ao JK - para mim sempre, John Peter Pint Honey-O, lembras-te? E sim também tens o teu batalhão de músicas... - e ao universo bloguístico por me ter levado a conhcer algumas letras de uma banda que, possso assumir, não me diz/ia muito. Mas as palavras tocam e, no fundo, toda eu sou palavras.
Wishlist - Pearl Jam
I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off.
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on.
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top,
I wish I was the evidence
I wish I was the grounds for fifty million hands up raised and opened toward the sky.
I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me.
I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me.
I wish I was a messenger, and all the news is good.
I wish I was the full moon shining off your Camaro's hood.
I wish I was an alien, at home behind the sun,
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on.
I wish I was the pedal break that you depended on.
I wish I was the verb to trust, and never let you down.
I wish I was the radio song, the one that you turned up,
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish,
I guess it never stops.
E não a ideia não foi "copiar" o post que me precede... foi partilhar mais que gargalhadas... parece que hoje essa é a minha sina.
Existe a música? Uma música? Não, não creio. Tal como, aos meus olhos, não existe a verdade ou uma delas. Daí que diferentes músicas, diferentes estilos, diferentes performers me façam sorrir ou chorar, me façam recordar ou amaldiçoar.
Hoje tenho que agradecer ao Sr. Engenheiro, ao JK - para mim sempre, John Peter Pint Honey-O, lembras-te? E sim também tens o teu batalhão de músicas... - e ao universo bloguístico por me ter levado a conhcer algumas letras de uma banda que, possso assumir, não me diz/ia muito. Mas as palavras tocam e, no fundo, toda eu sou palavras.
Wishlist - Pearl Jam
I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off.
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on.
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top,
I wish I was the evidence
I wish I was the grounds for fifty million hands up raised and opened toward the sky.
I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me.
I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me.
I wish I was a messenger, and all the news is good.
I wish I was the full moon shining off your Camaro's hood.
I wish I was an alien, at home behind the sun,
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on.
I wish I was the pedal break that you depended on.
I wish I was the verb to trust, and never let you down.
I wish I was the radio song, the one that you turned up,
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish,
I guess it never stops.
E não a ideia não foi "copiar" o post que me precede... foi partilhar mais que gargalhadas... parece que hoje essa é a minha sina.
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