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Sempre que eu ouço essa música eu choro. Sou ou não uma besta?
Algo na melodia dela me faz desaguar em lágrimas.

"A Dustland Fairytale beginning
Just another white trash county kiss
In '61, long brown hair, foolish eyes

He looks just like you'd want him to
Some kind of slick chrome American Prince
A blue jean serenade, and moon river, what you do to me
I don't believe you

Saw Cinderella in a party dress
But she was looking for a nightgown
I saw the devil wrapping up his hands
He's getting ready for the showdown
I saw the minute that I turned away
I got my money on a palm tonight

Change came in disguise of revelation, set his soul on fire
She says she always knew he'd come around
And the decades disappear like sinking ships
But we persevere, God gives us hope
But we still fear what we don't know

The mind is poison
Castles in the sky sit stranded, vandalized
Drawbridges closing

Saw Cinderella in a party dress
But she was looking for a nightgown
I saw the devil wrapping up his hands
He's getting ready for the showdown
I saw the ending when they turned the page
I took my money and I ran away
Straight to the valley of the great divide

Out where the dreams are high
Out here, the wind don't blow
Out here, the good girls die
And the sky won't snow
Out here, the birds don't sing
Out here, the fields don't grow
Out here, the bell don't ring
Out here, the bell don't ring

Out here, the good girls die

Now Cinderella, don't you go to sleep
It's such a bitter form of refuge
Oh don't you know, the kingdom's under siege
And everybody needs you
Is there still magic in the midnight sun
Or did you leave it back in 61?"

(A Dustland Fairytale - The Killers)

R.S.V.P.

"So much confusion

when autumn comes around

What to do about October?

How to smile behind a frown?

It's hard to settle down
It's so bemusing
Will they cancel the parade?
We marched each October
Now they say we were never even saved

We must be very brave

Shall I rewrite or revise
my October symphony?

Or as an indication
change the dedication
from revolution to revelation?

So we're all drinking
as leaves fall to the ground
because we've been thinking
how October's let us down
then and now

Shall we remember
December instead?
Or worry about February?
Mourn our war-torn dead
never seeing red?

Shall I rewrite or revise
my October symphony?
Or as an indication
change the dedication
from revolution to revelation?"


(My October Symphony - Pet Shop Boys)



Será que eu preciso reescrever algo? Revisar? Mudar a dedicatória? Muita, muita confusão. Será que eu preciso me lembrar de dezembro? Me preocupar com fevereiro? Muita, muita confusão... Como sorrir? O que fazer? Como se acalmar? Tudo tão, tão confuso...

stop the game

"...Stop the game
Let's burn in our flame..."
(Céu - Amore)

Cansada das mesmas pessoas, das mesmas respostas, das mesmas demoras, dos mesmos silêncios, das mesmas esperas, das mesmas desculpas vazias, das mesmas respostas prontas, das mesmas caras de bobo, das mesmas frases de efeito, das mesmas carências, das mesmas tristezas, das mesmas músicas, dos mesmos conselhos, das mesmas rotinas, das mesmas lágrimas, dos mesmos filmes passando e repassando na minha cabeça, das mesmas insônias, das mesmas precupações, dos mesmos números no ponteiro da balança... Cansada, cansada... Exausta... Chega de joguinho, que saco, será que não tem gente de verdade no mundo?

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