Quinta-feira, 13 de Julho de 2006

Pulp - I Want You

Com facas matas, com facas morres.

 

Hey,
you can look, you can look just like anyone else
if that's what you want to do.
I,
I could laugh,
I could laugh in your face if I want
oh, but I'm not going to.
When we met last week on Saturday,
I couldn't make a sentence,
I couldn't even say
what I meant to say:

that I want you
it doesn't hurt to say I want you,
I need you
I never thought I'd say I need you,
I'll keep you,
oh yes I'll keep you and I'll throw myself away, away, away,
and I'll break you
because I lose myself inside you,
I'll make you
fit in the space that I provide you, I'll take you,
oh yes, I'll take you just to push you far away, away, away.

Yes,
yes, you're all,
yes you're all that I ever desire,
still I'll kill you in the end.
When,
when it seems,
when it seems that it's getting too soft,
when you lapse into a friend,
There's someone just behind the door
so don't betray your feelings,
no don't talk anymore,
never dare to say

that I want you
it doesn't hurt to say I want you,
I need you
I never thought I'd say I need you,
I'll keep you,
oh yes I'll keep you and I'll throw myself away, away, away,
and I'll break you
because I lose myself inside you, I'll make you
fit in the space that I provide you, I'll take you,
oh yes, I'll take you just to push you far away, away, away.

Now,
now we come,
now we come to the end of it all,
see it squirming, almost dead.
No,
you can't leave,
you can't leave it to die here in pain.
You've got to stamp upon it's head.
I'll go out and you'll stay home
facing up to living,
living on your own,
and I'll curse my pride,
curse my pride,
curse my stupid pride

because I want you
it doesn't hurt to say I want you,
I need you
I never thought I'd say I need you,
I'll keep you,
oh yes I'll keep you and I'll throw myself away, away, away,
and I'll break you
because I lose myself inside you, I'll make you
fit in the space that I provide you, I'll take you,
oh yes, I'll take you just to push you far away, away, away.

publicado por astropastor às 03:03
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De SoYoS a 13 de Julho de 2006 às 18:10
Dresden Dolls - My Alcoholic Friends

I’m counting back
the number of the steps
it took for me to get
back on the wagon of the weekend

I’ll use the autotimer to prove that
I got home with my imagination
if they find the body in the basement
“in the very house that she was raised in!”

I’m taking down
the number of the Times
so when we get the sign
from god I’ll be the first to call them

I’m taking back the number of the beast
cause 6 is not a pretty number
8 or 3 are definitely better
a is for the address on the letter
to my alcoholic friends

I’m trying hard
not to be ashamed
not to know the name
of who is waking up beside me
or the date, the season or the city
but at least the ceilings very pretty
and if you are holding it against me

I’ll be on my best behavior
taking shots for mother nature
once my fist is in the cupboard
love is never falling over

should I choose a noble occupation
if I did I’d only show up late and
sick and they would stare at me with hatred
plus my only natural talent’s wasted on my alcoholic friends
my alcoholic friend



De astropastor a 13 de Julho de 2006 às 19:58
Gosto muito da maneira de cantar desta banda. Esta letra, ainda não a consegui decifrar lá muito bem, mas é interessante...


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