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03 dezembro 2016





e talvez a primeira morada (e)s(t)eja sempre na casa oposta
como bem me recorda este meu americano tranquilo.







The ceiling is on the floor Floor in the refrigerator

What of the door? It's there no more
When it rains inside There is nowhere to hide

Which is why I'm all sunshine

 Ain't nobody want you 
Ain't nobody want me too
 If hell is above you You're even lower than I do
Oh why Why does it rain inside?

Mine is in a busted house Rain inside when it's sunny out
Outside in/ Inside out One step forward two steps back
They say opposites attract 

But they haven't tracked In my heart shack

The opposite of white Isn't white but rainbow blood
 
This house is too narrow And made from endangered wood
Oh why Why does it rain inside?

How do you make a magnet? You create a potential
Just an old refrigerator magnet Repelled and pulled
Ooohhhh why so needy? Tell me why

Living in a golden age Why do these words sound so strange?
Nothings changed Inside this cage From the window I can see
You coming back to me How can this be? My windows a dream

Pet snakes in the hall Pet snakes wall to wall
Coiling where the mice crawl Winter, spring, summer and fall
Oh why Why does it rain inside?





21 setembro 2016





uma das minhas canções preferidas é esta, de cass mccombs (e verifico agora que nunca aqui o tinha citado). o clip, de que também é co-autor, tem piada por mostrar essa noção algo difusa que sempre me inspiram as fronteiras, por serem quase sempre óbvias (caso das cenas filmadas no méxico) mas haver nelas por vezes algo mais subtil nessa linha que marca a diferença (cenas em new orleans).




on my way to you, old county
hoping nothing's changed
that your pain is never-ending
that is, it's still the same
county line, county line
i left so far behind

you never even tried to love me
what did i have to do to make you want me?
i feel so blind, i can't make out the passing road signs
all that you would have me do is cross that county line

now you know i'm coming, old county
to see construction sites
and your new homes never-ending
i think i can see the lights
county line, county line
i can smell the columbine

you never even tried to love me
what did i have to do to make you want me?
i feel so blind, i can't make out the passing road signs
all that you would have me do is cross that county line