Home
.
Here is a song from the wrong side of town
Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound
And it pounds from within and is pinning me down
Here is a page from the emptiest stage
A cage or the heaviest cross ever made
A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid
And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong here
The heat and the sickliest sweet smelling sheets
That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet
Well I'm drowning in time to a desperate beat
And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong
Feels like home
I should have known
From my first breath
God send the only true friend I call mine
Pretend that I'll make amends the next time
Befriend the glorious end of the line
And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong here
Depeche Mode
Here is a song from the wrong side of town
Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound
And it pounds from within and is pinning me down
Here is a page from the emptiest stage
A cage or the heaviest cross ever made
A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid
And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong here
The heat and the sickliest sweet smelling sheets
That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet
Well I'm drowning in time to a desperate beat
And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong
Feels like home
I should have known
From my first breath
God send the only true friend I call mine
Pretend that I'll make amends the next time
Befriend the glorious end of the line
And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong here
.
Depeche Mode
posted by Cláudio at 05:34
3 Comentários:
Curiosa a comunhão da escolha da banda sonora para o mesmo dia.
A sensação de lar vai faltando, e essa música evoca-a como a um rasto apagado.
A voz do Martin Gore confunde-se com a do David Gahan como as emoções se vão mesclando, a partir dos seus ritos originais, em sensações únicas e próprias a cada um. Talvez caiba aía explicação para as dificuldades de comunicação entre os humanos.
Abraço. Gosto quase tanto desta música como de ti
"Here is a page from the emptiest stage
A cage or the heaviest cross ever made
A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid"
O poema que se segue (no próximo post) também tem algo a ver...
- - - -
"And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home"
...thanks to my friends, to the special ones, who made me believe in my inner voice, for showing me a new home, by bringing me here, till I could glimpse by myself a completely new path...
- - - -
"Finally I've found that I belong here"
...think I could start believing I belong somewhere...
- - - -
"Feels like home
I should have known
From my first breath"
...outside, just far from here (I guess)
Fábio... na maioria das vezes o lar vai-se construindo dia após dia, está naquilo que fazemos dele, na "manutenção" que lhe damos... Mas gosto sobretudo da sensação de lar que surge de forma espontânea, sem esforço, como um calor que vem e que aconchega naturalmente sem que tenhamos que dar nem pedir nada para receber, que vem por si, estar ali e todos receberem, dar sem nos darmos bem conta disso, um lar que nasce da cumplicidade e da partilha, deixando todos os egoísmos e as pequenas coisas de parte... mas não deve ser fácil consegui-lo...
Abraço. Gosto de ti amigo.
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