ouvi esta velha canção dos boomtown rats há dias na rádio: recordei os tempos do renascimento da pop pós-punk (whatever that meant…) e sobretudo um bob geldof idealista q.b.
também não acredito que ele ainda acredite que há sempre alguém a olhar-nos - mas gosto da ideia de numa noite como esta merecer ser beijado pelo menos uma ou duas vezes.
On
a night like this I deserve to get kissed at least once or twice
You
come over to my place screaming blue murder, needing someplace to hide.
Well,
I wish you'd keep quiet,
Imaginations
run riot,
In
these paper-thin walls.
And
when the place comes ablaze with a thousand dropped names
I
don't know who to call.
But
I got a friend over there in the government block
And
he knows the situation and he's taking stock,
I
think I'll call him up now
Put
him on the spot, tonight.
They
saw me there in the square when I was shooting my mouth off
About
saving some fish.
Now
could that be construed as some radical's views or some liberals' wish.
And
it's so hot outside,
And
the air is so sweet,
And
when the pressure drop is heavy I don't wanna hear you speak.
You
know most killing is committed at 90 degrees.
When
it's too hot to breathe
And
it's too hot to think.
There's
always someone looking at you.
S-s-s-s-someone.
They're
looking at you.
And
I wish you'd stop whispering.
Don't
flatter yourself, nobody's listening.
Still
it makes me nervous, those things you say.
You
may as well
Shout
it from the roof
Scream
it from your lungs
Spit
it from you mouth
It
could fall on deaf ears to indulge in your fears
There's
a spy in the sky
There's
a noise on the wire
There's
a tap on the line
And
for every paranoid's desire...
There's
always Someone looking at you.
S-s-s-s-someone
looking at you...
They're
always looking at you.
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