Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Sons XVIII

Sem grande vontade para divagar...fica mais uma musiquinha.

I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance
Break to love make lust I know it isn't
I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance
Cold as numbers but let's dance
As though it were easy for you to lead me
I could be passive gracefully
Half the horizon's gone for a skyline of numbers
Half the horizon's gone we're working the numbers 'till
I'm sickSleep don't pacify us until
Daybreak sky lights up the grid we live in
Dizzy when we talk so fast
Fields of numbers streaming past
I wish we were farmers, I wish we knew how
To grow sweet potatoes and milk cows
I wish we were lovers, but its for the best
Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,Where is the love?
Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,Who here is in line for a raise?
Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,Where is the love?
Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,Who put these bodies between us?

(Metric-Calculation Theme)

2 comments:

Rodry said...

Não tarda nada e a numeração romana começa a tornar-se complicada.

Mas o comentário vinha por causa dessa musiquinha que me marcou durante algum tempo. A voz da menina... e o final.

Anonymous said...

Naaaa!!! Vale-me uma boa escola primária que me ensinou numeração romana em grande quantidade! :p Sim, a música é antiguinha, mas muitas vezes ouço coisas do fundo do baú. :)

Xu