comecei a ouvir josh rouse algures no final do milénio passado, numa altura em que andava a reler “o americano tranquilo”. e não sei bem porquê associei a imagem do cantor nascido no nebraska à imagem do alden pyle do livro de graham greene, o agente idealista envolvido na guerra da indochina. ontem acordei a ouvir a frase de violino desta canção - e recordei tudo outra vez.

Trying to tell me something here in this place

All of your demons rest in my space

I dreamed last night 

You and I were there old and gray

Holding tight

you were always so cold

But I can't touch you where you are

There you stood dressed up like Nebraska

Plain as day

It's being in the dark that makes me so

paranoid

It's the feeling of a sort that just won't

stay inclined enough

I could see your eyes tonight

somehow try to set it right

I could change your mind to see this.

But I can't touch you where you are

There you stood dressed up like Nebraska

Plain as day

I can't touch you where you are

There you stood dressed up like Nebraska