escreve, obriga as palavras

a dizerem o que escondem

e não olhes para trás

matar saudades de lloyd cole

 

adoro esta canção, do primeiro disco de lloyd cole após os commotions,

e acho loveless... full of love. nunca percebi a razão de gostar tanto de

canções tristes - e de estas me porem alegre quando as ouço. neste caso

penso que será também pelo grande poema escondido na letra.

you lie in the heat of a summer haze
and turn it into a winter's tale
you pull down the blinds and shut out the sky
and do what you can to turn the whole thing grey
you're crying and pleading and you're hell just to be with
and you're everything that i'll ever need
so why do you say you love me when you don't?
you fall back into the english way
of feeling only guilt 'cause you feel no pain
you sit and you stare at the empty page
and then you fill it with verse, make the whole thing worse
you lie and you cheat your own mind to believing
that you don't need anything or anyone
so why do you say you love me when you don't?
and why should i feel blue when i do? why?
you lie in the heat of a summer haze
and turn it into a winter's tale
you fall back into the english way
of feeling only guilt 'cause you feel no pain
you're crying and pleading and you're hell just to be with
and you're everything that i'll ever need
so why do you say you love me when you don't?
why should i feel... and who's gonna love the loveless if not you?
why? why?

you look so good when you're depressed

better even in your current state of undress

tears caressing me like rain

and i'm not even thinking, i feel fine in your pain

the coolest thing i ever saw

you were sitting there smoking my cigarettes

you were naked on the bare stone floor

you looked at me to say don't guess

i was only watching, yes i love you more undressed

is it really such a sin? 

should i feel some kind of shame? 

will i truly go to hell? 

oh you never lock the bathroom door

should i be embarrassed when i've seen a hundred times before

how do married couples cope

should i say excuse me darling, i don't know

we could disconnect the telephone

just sit around and mess around

and tell your ma we went to rome, tennessee

and i'm not even drinking, i feel fine, it's scary

is it really such a sin? 

should i feel some kind of shame? 

will i truly go to hell? 

oh well

the coolest thing i ever saw

you were sitting there smoking my cigarettes

you were naked on the bare stone floor

you looked at me to say don't guess

i was only watching, is it bad that i should love you best

undressed

é virtualmente impossível tentar acompanhar o que de fantástico há no mundo da música, muito porque surgem grupos e nomes bons todos os dias, eu sei, mas devia haver um farol qualquer que nos indicasse pistas... vem isto a propósito de concertos recentes em que me apercebi de que há entre nós músicos (bruno pernadas/walter benjamin/tape junk) que valem a pena mas quase parece falarem uma língua diferente e distante, tais são a ignorância e o desconhecimento generalizados que deles temos... e a pensar nisto recordei esta velha canção de lloyd cole. é para ti, claro.

I am cold, distant, increasingly resistant to your smile


And this I don't deny


You are bold, beautiful, I'm always going to be in love with you


Amphetamines or none

You say - Give it to me straight


Well I already did


There isn't any more


And what pale fire I ever had is gone


But you don't want to hear that in a song

Music in a foreign language


Words that we don't understand


Melodies won't come between us


And even if you wanted - we can't sing along

La la la...

I heard a voice - resonant, born of Scandinavian descent


I didn't comprehend a single word, sentence


My stunted sensibility content


To listen without words

I'll try to give it to you straight


My heart is almost full - there's not a lot of space


And so forgive me if I'm less than awed


By your world weary twenty-six year old

Music in a foreign language


Words that we don't understand


Melodies won't come between us


And even if you wanted - we can't sing along

La la la...

You say I'm dry - a scientist


No mate for the lioness you are


Yes - I can hear you roar