quarta-feira, 14 de abril de 2004

High and dry

Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy.
Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.
You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop.
You broke another mirror; you're turning into something you are not.

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk.
All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at you. You will be the one screaming out.

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

It's the best thing that you've ever had, the best thing that you've ever, ever
had.


Hoje não me sai da cabeça a versão do Jamie Cullum. Não sai. Principalmente a parte do piano. Todos comigo: tam, tam, tam... tam, tam, tam... du, du, du...du, du, du...
Triste mas bonita...

Pepita, que gostava muito de tocar assim...