segunda-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2009
E em caso de emergência, smile...
AB
(Regina Spektor)
I don't know how to fall down the stairs
I don't know how to fall down the stairs
without hurting myself
I don't know how to fall down the stairs
without skinning my knees and bruising my elbows
twisting my ankles and bending my wrists back
and I don't know how to fall down the stairs
I don't know how to fall down the stairs
even if I don't want
I don't know how to fall down the stairs
but something inside me lets go of the banister
tumbling I tumble down towards the corridor
people rush in clasping their mouths real tight
in case of emergency contact my blood type is
AB...
My blood type's AB and AB it'll be for a while...
but I don't know how to fall down the stairs
without breaking the wall
I don't know how to fall down the stairs
without breaking the wall with my fall
I don't know without breaking the wall
cause my head rolls so quickly and with such precision
I can't help but making a big round incision
left near the bookshelf by that book on division
in case of emergency contact my parents, my blood type is
AB...
My blood type's AB and AB it'll be for a while...
My blood type's AB and AB it has been
and AB it'll stay for a while...
My blood type's AB and in case of emergency, smile.
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"2.99 Cent Blues"
Somewhere far away where I roam
There live my buffalo twin in our twin buffalo home
He calls me by my native name
And takes good care of my native son
He even lets us drink spring water on Sundays 2.99 a gallon
And somewhere further down the road where I also roam
There lives my caterpillar cousin beneath a fancy engraved tomb head stone
In the middle of his southern town
Beneath a cemetery burial plot
He don't pay rent no more
But he sure likes the spot
But in the furthest place I've ever known
Where even I so rarely roam
There lives a boy who just come back from war
His flesh was wounded but he made it back home
His mother calls him by his given name
And the neighbors whisper how he prefers to be alone
And he gets nightmares about boys dripping blood sold for 2.99 a gallon
But when I get me all real tired
And I got no more strength to roam
I catch me a horse driven carriage ride
From a local man named Ethan Frome
He don't say much as he tips his hat
And he carries his body as heavy as lead
And he could have been flying through the snow on his sled
But he wife was in bed and the horses had to be fed
Besides it's 2.99 a story
Pay up it's just 2.99 a story...
2.99 a gallon
(Album: "11:11" de 2001)
Olá, gostei deste post! Bela letra.
Bjus
carpe Diem!!!
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