domingo, 11 de abril de 2010

digam por mim!
ainda há muito o que dizer:


i lose some sales
and my boss won't be happy
but i can't stop listening to the sound
of two soft voices blended in perfection
from the reels of this record that i found

every day there's a boy in the mirror
asking me
what are you doing here
finding more that previous motifs
growing increasingly unclear

i travelled far and i burned all the bridges
i belived as sooned as i hit land
all the other
options held before me
wither in the light of my plan

so i lose some sales
and my boss won't be happy
but there's only one thing on my mind
searching boxes underneath the counter
on a chance that on a tape i'd find

a song for
someone who needs somewhere
to long for

homesick
cause i no longer know
where home is


. homesick . kings of convenience .

Um comentário:

  1. "If the tale of a day could resume in a few words I'd keep quiet until I get back home. But home is where my thoughts live, it could be here it could be you... by praying the silent distance between a look, a gaze and a stare... for you I'm a spike but spikes won't hurt flowers."
    (Poem to a stranger - Raff)

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