E se eu fosse um crocodilo, crocodilo...

Este disco é: uma companhia, um conforto, um desassossego, uma inquietação, uma memória, uma esperança, um aconchego, um sonho narcótico, um conjunto de letras do caraças. Este disco é verde, este disco é meu amigo e é ainda a melhor razão do mundo para uma associação de palavras e ideias tão tola como esta.



Se calhar vou mesmo ter de os ir ver a algum lado, que não aqui.

«I have your good clothes in the car
So cut your hair so no one knows
I have your dreams and your teeth marks
And all my fingernails are painted

I'm here to take you now

You were right about the end
It didn't make a difference
Everything I can remember
I remember wrong

How can anybody know
How they got to be this way
You must have known I'd do this someday
Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

I don't have any questions
I don't think it's gonna rain
You were right about the end
It didn't make a difference

I'm here to take you now

Out among the missing sons and daughters of the SoHo riots
Out among the missing sons and daughters of the SoHo riots

I'm here to take you now

How can anybody know
how they got to be this way
You must have known I'd do this someday
Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love»

('Daughters of the Soho Riots', "Alligator" - The National, 2005)

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