10.11.07

Time has told me

Voltei a ouvir Nick Drake diariamente, apresentei o mesmo para alguns amigos meus, mas nenhum pareceu muito empolgado. Não entendi, porque quando eu ouvi Nick Drake pela primeira vez (lembro até a música, chamada One Of These Things First), eu me apaixonei pelo homem. Não tem como não me emocionar com as músicas, principalmente quando ouço River Man, me arrepia até o último fio de cabelo.

Mudando de assunto, finalmente, após algumas semanas difíceis, as coisas voltaram ao normal por aqui. Até que dessa vez não foi muito difícil dar fim a algo que não iria pra frente, porque é aquela coisa, quando tá rolando um sentimento fica meio difícil de fugir, rola um sadomasoquismo. Mas dessa vez ficou tudo bem, minha preocupação voltou a ser os estudos.

Pra esse post não ser totalmente inútil, termino com um vídeo lindo da música Nothern Sky, o menininho bonito no final do vídeo é o Nick Drake quando criança.


4 comments:

Anonymous said...

hmm...você já viu o A Skin Too Few?

Eu fiquei sabendo acho que mês passado, não faz tempo, e to pra baixar.

Anonymous said...

Shy
I can see how you are beautiful, can you feel my eyes on you,
I'm shy and turn my head away
Working late in diner Citylight, I see that you get home alright
Make sure that you can't see me, hoping you will see me

Sometimes I'm wondering why you look me and you blink your eye
You can't be acting like my Dana (can you)
I see you in Citylight diner serving all those meals and then
I see reflections of me in your eye, oh please

Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I'm shy can't you see

Obsessed by you, your looks, well, anyway "I would any day die for you",
I write on paper erased away
Still I sit in diner Citylight, drinking coffee or reading lies
Turn my head and I can see you, could that really be you

Sometimes I'm wondering why you look me and you blink your eye
You can't be acting like my Dana?
I see your beautiful smile and I would like to run away from
Reflections of me in your eyes, oh please

Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I'm shy can't you see

I see, can't have you, can't leave you, there 'cause I must sometimes see you
And I don't understand how you can keep me in chains
And every waking hour, I feel you taking power From me and I can't leave
Repeating the scenery over again

Sometimes I'm wondering why you look me and you blink your eye
You can't be acting like my Dana?
I see your beautiful smile and I would like to run away from
Reflections of me in your eyes, oh please

Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I'm shy can't you see,

Oh baby, Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I'm shy can't you, I'm shy can't you, I'm shy can't you see

Nobre said...

For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic

You were finished long before
We had even seen the start
Why don't you stand up, be a man about it
Fight with your bare hands about it now

I never wanted to say this
You never wanted to stay
Well, did you?
I put my faith in you,
So much faith
And then you just threw it away.


=(

Anonymous said...

Ok Dre.
" A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic"
já disse tudo, acho que é hora eu sair de vez da sua vida, infelizmente, mas vejo que não há mais espaço prá mim nela. Só gostaria de saber o seu 'parecer'.
Farewell.