quinta-feira, março 01, 2007

Damien Rice

Hoje quando vinha a conduzir para Lisboa e a ouvir rádio, alguém pediu para passar a música the blower's daughter do Damien Rice, fiquei surpreendida, nunca tinha ouvido passar numa rádio portuguesa.
Dizem que não há amor como o primeiro... esta foi a primeira música que ouvi dele e é a minha preferida, tal como todas as outras é como um whisper on the ear...
We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody's watching
We might take it home
We might make out when nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate
.
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
.
We might live like never before
When there's nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more
We might make love in some secret place
The look on your face is delicate
.
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
.
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
Damien Rice
Delicate
www.damienrice.com

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