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Segunda-feira, Janeiro 02, 2006
UPON A SACRED MISSION
Shriekback, Oil and Gold, 1985
Um disco de vinil viajou sozinho de Portugal até Macau.
Lá dentro dois corações batem na mais íntima fracção.
Tudo para sentir que não há distância.
"Night night
Blow out the candle
Inside a blazing building
Upon a sacred mission
All the lights that twinkle
All the pens that sign
All the wishes that sink
Making up our mind
Nowhere near
Wade in a lake of silence
Oh, you say that word and
Pour myself like wine
This is as much as I know
This is all they told me
All wicked shapes and lines
Taking us somewhere
And you know
This is nothing special
With one slip
We could lose ourselves forever
One time for all times
And you are
The only thing that shines
The only thing that shines
The only thing that shines"
Obrigado ao Francisco pela banda sonora das nossas vidas.
Shriekback, Oil and Gold, 1985
Um disco de vinil viajou sozinho de Portugal até Macau.
Lá dentro dois corações batem na mais íntima fracção.
Tudo para sentir que não há distância.
"Night night
Blow out the candle
Inside a blazing building
Upon a sacred mission
All the lights that twinkle
All the pens that sign
All the wishes that sink
Making up our mind
Nowhere near
Wade in a lake of silence
Oh, you say that word and
Pour myself like wine
This is as much as I know
This is all they told me
All wicked shapes and lines
Taking us somewhere
And you know
This is nothing special
With one slip
We could lose ourselves forever
One time for all times
And you are
The only thing that shines
The only thing that shines
The only thing that shines"
Obrigado ao Francisco pela banda sonora das nossas vidas.
Comments:
These faded flowers
Precious as memory
A veil of cloud
Correct as energy
We had some good machines
But they don't work no more
I loved you once
Don't love you anymore
These eyes are blind
This is a pure thing
These hands I kiss
Tragic as anything
These eyes are blind
Thi is a pure thing
All splash and hiss
Beyond my measuring
These faded flowers
Precious as memory
A veil of cloud
Correct as energy
We had some good machines
But they don't work no more
I loved you once
Don't love you anymore
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Precious as memory
A veil of cloud
Correct as energy
We had some good machines
But they don't work no more
I loved you once
Don't love you anymore
These eyes are blind
This is a pure thing
These hands I kiss
Tragic as anything
These eyes are blind
Thi is a pure thing
All splash and hiss
Beyond my measuring
These faded flowers
Precious as memory
A veil of cloud
Correct as energy
We had some good machines
But they don't work no more
I loved you once
Don't love you anymore
1 Comments:
These faded flowers
Precious as memory
A veil of cloud
Correct as energy
We had some good machines
But they don't work no more
I loved you once
Don't love you anymore
These eyes are blind
This is a pure thing
These hands I kiss
Tragic as anything
These eyes are blind
Thi is a pure thing
All splash and hiss
Beyond my measuring
These faded flowers
Precious as memory
A veil of cloud
Correct as energy
We had some good machines
But they don't work no more
I loved you once
Don't love you anymore
