sexta-feira, 27 de julho de 2007

Elvis Perkins

O meu moço diz que não entende o que é que eu - e o mundo - vemos no Elvis Perkins. Eu vejo algumas boas canções e um par de letras deliciosas. A minha favorita é esta:

«While you were sleeping
Your babies grew
The stars shined
And the shadows moved
Time flew
The phone rang
There was a silence
When the kitchen sang
Songs competed
Like kids from space
We stared for hours
At our makers’ face
They gave us picks
Said “go mine the sun
Go gold
And come back when you’re done”

Uh oh
Uh oh

While you were sleeping
You tossed, you turned
You rolled your eyes
As the world burned
The heavens fell
The earth quaked
I thought you must be
But you weren’t awake
No, you were dreaming
You ignored the sun
You grew a power garden
For your little ones
And you found brides for them
On Christmas Eve
You hung young Cain
From the Adam tree

And danced
Uh oh

While you were sleeping
I tossed and I turned too
I closed my eyes
But the future burned through
The planet turned
A hair grey
As I relived
The day

While you were sleeping
The money died
Machines were harmless
And the earth sighed
The wind
You swept sound
Gravity brought
My love around
The ocean’s roe
Sang of decay,
The witches flew
And the mermaids stayed
Full of dreams
You overslept
In keeping with the quiet
Through the walls I krept
I walked on tip-toes,
Sent darkness swirling
Over all the kitchen
In the early morning

Uh oh
Uh oh

I’ll never catch up to you
Who sleep so sound
My yawns are useless,
My heart beats too loud
To go to sleep
My mind’s too proud
To bow out

While you were sleeping
The time changed
All your things
Were re-arranged
Your vampire mirrors
Face to face
Saw forever out in to space
And found you dreaming
In black and white
While it rained in all
The colors of the night

Uh oh
Uh oh

I watched the TV’s memories
Champion ships
Vanish to sea
Can it be
My honey between
You and me?

So I waited for
The riddled sky
To be solved again
By the sunrise
I made a death-Soup for life
For my father’s Ill widowed wife.

Did you have that strangest dream
Before you woke?
‘Cause in your gown you had
the butterfly stroke.
Did it escape you
Like some half-told joke
When you reached for
Your plume of smoke?

And it’ll haunt you
My honey bee
Anyone who’s anyone
Has that same dream.
Were you falling
Were you flying
Were you calling out
Or were you dying?

But thank god you’re up now
Let’s stay this way
Else there’ll be no mornings
And no more days
‘Cause when we’re dreaming
The babies grow
The stars shine
And the shadows flow
Time flies
The phone rings
There is a silence
When everbody tries to sing.»

Gostem ou não da musiquinha, será menos secante ouvi-la aqui, o vivo no Letterman, do que ler a letra toda.

8 comentários:

NC disse...

É o que eu digo, o teu moço não percebe nada de música! :D Elvis é o maior! A minha preferida é o "All the Night Without Love"

lisabel disse...

Ui, sim - acho que hoje acordei com essa na cabeça! Faz-me lembrar o Thom Yorke, um pouquito :p

Nuno disse...

NC - Já ouviste The View?

lisabel disse...

E tu a dar-lhe! :D

Não tem nada a ver...

nc disse...

desculpem lá entrar assim nos comentários. mas a mim perece-me mais os violent femmes.
nc, esse nick é meu há quase 4 anos pá

NC disse...

Ah, os The Viewewwweweweeweeeee :) Não, ainda não.

lisabel disse...

Dois NCs? Eh lá :D

Ora, Violent Femmes são a banda favorita da minha banda favorita, nada de mau pode vir daí ; )

Nuno disse...

Então ouve, só para testar uma teoria. O álbum chama-se "Hats Off To The Buskers".

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