Ofuscado pelo Sol
Tenho este hábito estranho de olhar directamente para o sol e ficar depois ofuscado com tanta luz, passando a ver o mundo de uma forma diferente (talvez mais luminosa?). Os mais sábios dirão que isso faz mal aos olhos, mas eu acho que faz bem ao cérebro…
A Música
Os Broken Social Scene são outra super banda (não só pelo número de elementos, mas também por esses elementos serem, mais ou menos conhecidos de outras bandas) vinda do Canadá, esse país tão neutro e aborrecido que, no entanto, consegue criar algumas das melhores bandas do mundo... Curioso...
Looks just like the sun
Looks just like it
Looks just like the sun
Looks just like it
But it looks just like the sun
Looks just like it
But I'm breathing, thinking one...
Heart is pounding in his chest
Reaches suddenly for his gun
Should be sailing in the west
Flower that could be his fun
Tree of families on his head
Weary red, split open eyes
I'm on the corner, thinking 'bout my bed
Ain't just in store and signifies
Looks just like
And it looks just like it
Looks just like the sun
Looks just like it
Looks just like the sun
And it looks just like it
But I'm breathing, thinking one...
Gold and red the colors change as you can't forget
Turning back, you know I thought I knew, thought I knew someone
You better check your watch
I think it's time you left
To he, darkness - still it's obvious to everyone
Darkness, still - it's obvious to everyone
Still it's obvious to every
Well it looks just like
Looks just like it
Looks just like the sun
Looks just like it
Looks just like the sun
Looks just like it
Looks just like the sun
A Música
Os Broken Social Scene são outra super banda (não só pelo número de elementos, mas também por esses elementos serem, mais ou menos conhecidos de outras bandas) vinda do Canadá, esse país tão neutro e aborrecido que, no entanto, consegue criar algumas das melhores bandas do mundo... Curioso...
Looks just like the sun
Looks just like it
Looks just like the sun
Looks just like it
But it looks just like the sun
Looks just like it
But I'm breathing, thinking one...
Heart is pounding in his chest
Reaches suddenly for his gun
Should be sailing in the west
Flower that could be his fun
Tree of families on his head
Weary red, split open eyes
I'm on the corner, thinking 'bout my bed
Ain't just in store and signifies
Looks just like
And it looks just like it
Looks just like the sun
Looks just like it
Looks just like the sun
And it looks just like it
But I'm breathing, thinking one...
Gold and red the colors change as you can't forget
Turning back, you know I thought I knew, thought I knew someone
You better check your watch
I think it's time you left
To he, darkness - still it's obvious to everyone
Darkness, still - it's obvious to everyone
Still it's obvious to every
Well it looks just like
Looks just like it
Looks just like the sun
Looks just like it
Looks just like the sun
Looks just like it
Looks just like the sun
2 COMENTÁRIOS:
gosto especialmente de dias de sol com luz amarela, daquela luz que faz logo lembrar Sleater Kinney e da uma vondade herculea de cantar «My whole life, was like a picture of a sunny day!». =D E balões no ar!
Tu e o sol... A pior prenda que te deram foi um chapéu com pala que tapava o sol, não foi? E fui eu que te dei. Mal agradecido!!
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