domingo, fevereiro 11, 2007

[Q1.3/o1] The Smiths



-THERE'S A LIGHT THAT NEVER GOES OUT-


Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
And they're young and alive

Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
Anymore

Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people and
I want to see life

Driving in your car
Oh, please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their home,
And I'm welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die

And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought oh god, my chance has come at last
(but then a strange fear gripped me and i just couldn't ask)

Take me out tonight
Oh, take me anywhere,
I don't care,
I don't care,
I don't care...

Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I havent got one, oh no...
Oh, I haven't got one

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die

And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Oh, there is a light and it never goes out...

in The Queen Is Dead, The Smiths - 1986

[Q3.1/o1] Hands On Approach



-IF YOU GIVE UP-


If you don't wanna wait
You left me inside out
It's too hard for me
There's no easy way out

You don't know and don't ask how
That i'm gonna make it work again
You don't know and don't ask why
That i'm gonna make it once again

If you give up now, whos gonna loose
Which one of us, is given up now of being free
And if you give up now, whos gonna loose
Which one of us, is given up now of being free

Distance from between us
That we can't shake out
It's cristal clear
But it ain't gonna last

You don't know and don't ask why
That i'm trying to make it work
I'm trying to make it work

If you give up now, whos gonna loose
Which one of us, is given up now of being free
And if you give up now, whos gonna loose
Which one of us, is given up now of being free

Just look around and see
Who you really need
Who you really want

If you give up now, whos gonna loose
Which one of us, is given up now of being free
And if you give up now, whos gonna loose
Which one of us, is given up now of being free

Just look around and see
If you give up you won't be free
You won't be free yeah yeah

Never look back...

in Groovin' On Monster's Eye-Balls, Hands On Approach - 2006

sábado, fevereiro 10, 2007

[Q2.2/o1] Suzanne Vega



- IN LIVERPOOL-


In Liverpool
On Sunday
No traffic
On the avenue
The light is pale and thin
Like you
No sound, down
In this part of town

Except for the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

Homesick for a clock
That told the same time
Sometimes you made no sense to me
If you lie on the ground
In somebody's arms
You'll probably swallow some of their history

And the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

I'll be the girl who sings for my supper
You'll be the monk whose forehead is high
He'll be the man who's already working
Spreading a memory all through the sky

In Liverpool
On Sunday
No reason to even remember you now

Except for the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn'tI certainly am

In Liverpool
In Liverpool

in 99.9 Fahrenheit, Suzanne Vega- 1992

sábado, fevereiro 03, 2007

[Q3.2/o1] Josh Rouse



-WINTER IN THE HAMPTONS-


Here we go
Singin' our songs with our soul
Winter has gone
Where do we belong
We have stayed too long

Friday night
So uptight we get stoned
Sit in the Hamptons
It is too cold
We have stayed too long

Spring is finally here
And we're so well dressed
It's a talent and it's our style
So put on your hat
Because the forecast is rain clouds

Never know
American scene's such a bore
Embarassing
Still, we are hangin' on
We have stayed too long

And we'll fly
Take a gypsy to Eurosize
Our money is gone
Where do we belong
We have stayed too long

Sick of livin' here
It's such a mess
'Cause the government they're all liars
So put on your hat
Because the forecast is rain clouds...

in Nashville, Josh Rouse - 2005