If I have forgotten?

If I have forgotten how to love myself?

No, I swear I haven't!

I can't let you be
Cause your beauty won't allow me
Wrapped in white sheets
Like an angel from a bedtime story
Shut out what they say
Cause your friends are fucked up anyway
And when they come around
Somehow they feel up and you feel down
When we were kids
We hated things our parents did
We listened low
To casey kasem's radio show
That's when friends were nice
To think of them just makes you feel nice
The smell of grass in spring
And october leaves cover everything
Have you forgotten how to love yourself?
I can't believe all the good things that you do for me
Sat back in a chair
Like a princess from a faraway place
Nobody's nice
When you're older your heart turns to ice
And shut out what they say
They're too dumb to mean it anyway
When we were kids
We hated things our sisters did
Backyard summer pools
And christmases were beautiful
And the sentiment
Of coloured mirrored ornaments
And the open drapes
Look out on frozen farmhouse landscapes
Have you forgotten how to love yourself?

RED HOUSE PAINTERS - Have You Forgotten

Who can say where they're blowing? Hopefully learning

I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they're blowing
As free as the wind
And hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning

More than this - there is nothing
More than this - tell me one thing
More than this - there is nothing

It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like a dream in the night
Who can say where we're going
No care in the world
Maybe I'm learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning

More than this - there is nothing
More than this - tell me one thing
More than this - there is nothing

More Than This,
BRYAN FERRY

You don't throw your life away
Going inside
You get to know who's watching you
And who besides you resides
In your body
Where you're slow
Where you go doesn't matter
Cuz there will come a time
When time goes out the window
And you'll learn to drive out of focus
I'm you and if anything unfolds
it's supposed to
You don't throw your time away sitting still
I'm in a chain of memories
It's my will
And I had to consult some figures of my past
And I know someone after me
Will go right back
I'm not telling a view
I've got this night to unglue
I moved this fight away
By doing things there's no reason to do

Going Inside,

JOHN FRUSCIANTE

She was standing there by the broken tree
Her hands were all twisted she was pointing at me
I was damned by the light coming out of her eyes
She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky
She said ' Come on over to the bitter shade,
I will wrap you in my arms
and you'll know you've been saved'
Let me sign, let me sign,
can't fight the devil so just let me sign.

I was out for a drink in a soho bar
The air was smoked out liked a cheap cigar
She rose out of her seat like a painted ghost
She was the woman that I wanted the most
As she reached for my arm I gave her my hand
I said 'Lay me down easy let me understand'
Let me sign, let me sign,
can't fight the devil so just let me sign.

As I walked through the door
she was still in my head
As I entered the room she was laid there in bed
She reached out for me all twisted in black
I was on my way down, never coming back
let me sign, let me sign,
can't fight the devil so just let me sign.
let me sign, let me sign,
can't fight the devil so just let me sign.

Let Me Sign,

escrito por MARCUS FOSTER e BOBBY LONG

Robert Pattinson (com letra modificada pelos compositores)

Too much love... Will it kill you?

...
Too much love will kill you
Just as sure as none at all
It'll drain the power that's in you
Make you plead and scream and crawl
And the pain will make you crazy
You're the victim of your crime
Too much love will kill you every time

Yeah too much love will kill you
It'll make your life a lie
Yes too much love will kill you
And you won't understand why
You'd give your life you'd sell your soul
But here it comes again
Too much love will kill you
In the end
In the end

Too Much Love Will Kill You,

QUEEN

Queen - Too Much Love Will Kill You

Não me parece que consiga arranjar tempo para escrever hoje, infelizmente! Amanhã estarei mais liberta, finalmente!

Assim sendo, deixo apenas mais uma música, uma que não me largava durante a reprodução aleatória.


Kings of Convenience - Envoy

Oh!
Não é magnífica?


Jeff Buckley - Lover, you should've come over



Para quem prefere o mundo do Jazz, há esta versão maravilhosa do Jamie Cullum:

De tudo.

"- Where does it hurts?
- Everywhere."

Quem diz que crescer não custa, está a mentir.
Há um quê de arrependimento que me prende. E de cada vez que tento soltar-me, eu caio.
Estou dividida entre a fragilidade que me corrompe, como coisa real por dentro, e a força que me sustém, como coisa real, mas apenas por fora.
É nestes dias que gostava de ter a inocência tal, que me permitisse o privilégio de não pensar!
Porque a cada lembrança dói.
Suponho que o silêncio que agora nos envolve denuncie o que sempre temi: uma profunda distância. De tudo.



Amy Winehouse - What It Is

(Uma autêntica pérola da Miss Amy Winehouse dos tempos idos! É uma musica desconhecida da maior parte do público mas é sem dúvida uma das minhas preferidas e, não entendo minimamente como, nunca foi editada! Enjoy it!)