Damien Rice
I remember it well
The first time that I saw
Your head around the door
'Cause mine stopped working
I remember it well
There was wet in your hair
I was stood in the stairs
And time stopped moving
I want you hear tonight
I want you hear
'Cause I can't believe what I found
I want you hear tonight
I want you hear
Nothing is taking me down, down, down...
I remember it well
Taxied out of a storm
To watch you perform
And my ships were sailing
I remember it well
I was stood in your line
And your mouth, your mouth, your mouth...
I want you hear tonight
I want you hear
'Cause I can't believe what I found
I want you hear tonight
I want you hear
Nothing is taking me down, down, down...
Except you my love. Except you my love...
Come all ye lost
Dive into moss
I hope that my sanity covers the cost
To remove the stain of my love
Paper mach?
Come all ye reborn
Blow off my horn
I'm driving real hard
This is love, this is porn
God will forgive me
But I, I whip myself with scorn, scorn
I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
I remember december
And I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
What the hell do you want?
I remember it well
The first time that I saw
Your head around the door
'Cause mine stopped working
I remember it well
There was wet in your hair
I was stood in the stairs
And time stopped moving
I want you hear tonight
I want you hear
'Cause I can't believe what I found
I want you hear tonight
I want you hear
Nothing is taking me down, down, down...
I remember it well
Taxied out of a storm
To watch you perform
And my ships were sailing
I remember it well
I was stood in your line
And your mouth, your mouth, your mouth...
I want you hear tonight
I want you hear
'Cause I can't believe what I found
I want you hear tonight
I want you hear
Nothing is taking me down, down, down...
Except you my love. Except you my love...
Come all ye lost
Dive into moss
I hope that my sanity covers the cost
To remove the stain of my love
Paper mach?
Come all ye reborn
Blow off my horn
I'm driving real hard
This is love, this is porn
God will forgive me
But I, I whip myself with scorn, scorn
I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
I remember december
And I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
What the hell do you want?
6 σχόλια:
Ερωτευμενος (παλι)εισαι Cropper;
Μια χαρα..σε βρισκω!
Ωραιον ασμα και με νοημα!
Αλλα η αποκορυφωση ειναι.. το κλεισιμο:What the hell do you want?
Τα δεοντα φιλε Κωστη!
Κατάθεση ψυχής στη τέχνη τους, η τέχνη τους η ψυχή τους.
Χάθηκα στη μουσική την ευαισθησία και κυρίως στον τρόπο απόδοσης-ερμηνείας.
"lyrics" !!... Όλα τα αποτυπώματα!
Μα πώς ένα τραγούδι, πως σε κάνει να αναιρείς όσα άλλα... ήθελες ν΄ ακούσεις και να μένεις με επιμονή ν΄ ακούς συνέχεια αυτό.
Σ΄ένα τραγούδι ενσωματώνονται μνήμες, η μουσική κατευθύνει, εκφράζει...
Η μουσική μας κάνει να επικοινωνούμε κυρίως με τον εαυτό μας.
Ι remember και ευχαριστώ (σύμφωνα με τους στίχους)
Την καλησπέρα μου!
Αγαπητέ cropper σου έχω μια πρόσκληση στο blog μου...
KOSTA,
Πρέπει να ξέρεις, νεαρέ μου, κι αν δεν το ξέρεις να το μάθεις από τους γεροντότερους, ότι
όποιος αληθινά 'ρωτεύτηκε,
του φτάνει μια φορά,
'ρωτεύτηκε για πάντα.
SURREALIST,
Ε, βάζω κάν'α τραγουδάκι πότε-πότε, Αντί σιωπής, αντί βλέμματος, αντί νύξεως. Αντί όσων δεν μπορούν να αποτυπωθούν στο blog.
Αντί νευμάτων,
αντί στάσεων του σώματος,
αντιστάσεων του νου.
ΝΑΥΤΙΛΕ,
Ευχαριστώ πολύ.
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