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"Eu não sou promíscua. Mas sou caleidoscópica: fascinam-me as minhas mutações faiscantes
que aqui caleidoscopicamente registro."

(Clarice Lispector)

sexta-feira, 14 de agosto de 2009

It's all about the blues


I'm moving to the sound of blues
playing on the radio
with a dark blue velvet sky
above my head
and salty spattered stars
shining through my eyes
Candy sugar baby,
Come over
Come over me
Candy sugar baby,
Come over
Come over here
I'm roving through the cold cold night
with a pack of cigarrettes
and a lonely bottle of costly wine
in a small travelling bag
Don't wanna go down, love
I've been around enough
Candy sugar baby,
Come over
Come over me
Candy sugar baby,
Come over
Come over here
It's all about the blues, baby
The feeling i've got inside
It's all about the blues, babe
This feeling that i can't hide
Come over, candy sugar baby
Come over me
Come over, candy sugar baby
Come over here


Um comentário:

E agora José? disse...

It's sad, but has a wish of hope in it. Of hope and also love. I loved it, and I come over, all way down, all over you, inside you. It's all about us. Forever.