recordo os the the de matt johnson como uma das boas surpresas dos anos oitenta. 
devo ter ouvido este album centenas ou milhares de vezes (ou mais) e ainda dou por mim a cantarolar “uncertain smile” e este “soul mining”... foi o caso hoje.



You're floating down a tunnel 
In a little wooden box 
You're cold and you're lonely 
And enveloped in fog 
You've been prized open
And left here to die 
You should've trusted your instincts 
Because they don't tell lies

Something always goes wrong 
When things are going right 
You've swallowed your pride 
To quell the pain inside 
Someone captured your heart 
Like a thief in the night 
And squeezed all the juice out 
Until it ran dry

You've been read like an open book 
Page by page 
You'll never tell anyone 
Your inner thoughts again 
You were taken in by a heart of fool's gold 
Now you're drifting in circles 
In the depths of your soul

Something always goes wrong 
When things are going right 
You've swallowed your pride 
To quell the pain inside 
Someone captured your heart 
Like a thief in the night 
And squeezed all the juice out 
Until it ran dry