[ podia dizer que a escrita neste mural chegou hoje ao fim e encerrar o belogue, mas não o vou fazer. até porque pode 

suceder que daqui a algum tempo volte a sentir motivação para grafitar novamente esta parede branca. até lá, adeus. ]

I vow that it's goodbye

I vow that it's goodbye and God bless

Why did we have to assume

We're exactly the same?

O no, talking about yourself

I vow that it's goodbye to the old ways

Those stories were a good read

They were dumb as well

I could never be seen

Falling down on my knees crawling

O no, talk about a sell

O as the heavens shudder baby

I belong to you

O they said you get what you deserve

And all they said was true

So is this what it's come to?

Am I cold or just a little bit warm?

O well

Just give me an easy life and a peaceful death

quase me tinha esquecido do prazer que é

ouvir velhas canções dos sundays ao domingo.

Give me a story and give me a bed

Give me possessions

Oh love, luck and money they go to my head like wildfire

It's good to have something to live for, you'll find

Live for tomorrow

Live for a job and a perfect behind, high time

England my country, the home of the free

Such miserable weather

But England's as happy as England can be

Why cry?

And did you know desire's a terrible thing

The worst that I can find

And did you know desire's a terrible thing

But I rely on mine

Did you know desire's a terrible thing

It makes the world go blind

But if desire, desire's a terrible thing

You know that I really don't mind

And it's my life

And though I can't be sure what I want any more

It will come to me later

tenho saudades de canções pop assim e da voz de harriet wheeler.
esta é uma das pérolas escondidas em "reading, writing and arithmetic",
afinal a instrução primária que aprendemos com os sundays.

Where's the harm in voicing a doubt

You'll find me in the lavatory

And where's the harm in talking out loud

When I'm on my own

What's so wrong with reading my stars

When I'll be in the lavatory

And what is so wrong with counting the cars

When I'm all alone

You're not the only one that I know

And I'm too proud to talk to you anyway

You're not the only one that I know

And I'm far too proud to talk to you any day

So I say I'm in love with the world

And what is so wrong with voicing a doubt

When I'm on my own

It's perfectly fine to sleep in a chair

From Monday 'til Saturday

And what is so wrong with talking out loud

When I'm all alone

You're not the only one that I know

And I'm too proud to talk to you anyway

You're, you're not the only one that I know

But I'm far too proud to talk to you any day

So they rode out west to the seaside

And they gladly decided to stay

After two hours wandering outside

Ooh the sea air drove them away, yeah

You're not the only one that I know

And I'm too proud to talk to you anyway

You're not the only one that I know

And I'm far too proud to talk to you any day

You're not the only one

But I'm far too proud you're so

You're young

But I know, I know, I know, I know

I'm far too proud to talk to you any day

But if you do, don't you know

That I don't mind, no, no, no

não tenho a certeza, mas creio que foi esta a primeira canção que ouvi dos sundays. 
foi então que me apaixonei por miss wheeler.

give me a story and get me a bed

give me possessions

oh love luck and money they go to my head like wildfire

it's good to have something to live for you'll find

live for tomorrow

live for a job and a perfect behind, high time

england my country the home of the free,

such miserable weather

but england's as happy as england can be

why cry

and did you know desire's a terrible thing

the worst that I could find

and did you know desire's a terrible thing

but I rely on mine, a-ah

england my country the home of the free,

such miserable weather

but england's as happy as england can be

why cry

and did you know desire's a terrible thing

the worst that I could find

and did you know desire's a terrible thing

but I rely on mine

did you know desire's a terrible thing

it makes the world go blind

but if desire, desire's a terrible thing

you know that I really don't mind

and it's my life

and though I can't be sure what I want any more

it will come to me later

well it's my life... and it's my life

and though I can't be sure if I want any more

it will come to me later... ah, yeah

e cumpriu-se um solstício: o terceiro calhau, na sua elipse cósmica, 
aproximou-se o mais que podia do calor da estrela: chegou o verão



Do some people wind up with the one that they adore 
In a heart-shaped hotel room it's what a heart is for 
The bubble floats so madly will it stay sky-high? 
Hello partner, kiss your name bye-bye 

Ooh sometimes... 

Romantic piscean seeks angel in disguise 
Chinese-speaking girlfriend big brown eyes 
Liverpudlian lady, sophisticated male 
Hello partner, tell me love can't fail 

& it's you and me in the summertime 
We'll be hand in hand down in the park 
With a squeeze & a sigh & that twinkle in your eye 
& all the sunshine banishes the dark 

Do some people wind up with the one that they abhor 
In a distant hell-hole room, the third world war 
But all I see is films where colourless despair 
Meant angry young men with immaculate hair 

Ooh sometimes... 

Get up a voice inside says there's no time for looking down 
Only a pound a word & you're talking to the town 
But how do you coin the phrase though that will set your soul apart 
Just to touch a lonely heart 

& it's you & me in the summertime 
We'll be hand down in the park 
With a squeeze & a sigh & that twinkle in your eye 
& all the sunshine banishes the dark 
& it's you I need in the summertime 
As I turn my white skin red 
Two peas from the same pod yes we are 
Or have I read too much fiction? 
Is this how it happens? 
How does it happen? 
Is this how it happens? 
Now, right now

há algumas canções dos sundays que têm este estranho efeito: apesar de serem melodias pop muito simples e fáceis de fixar (sei-as de cor), ainda hoje por vezes me surprendem por pormenores em que não tinha reparado. esta canção é mentirosa: neste caso, a história não acaba... e, devo confessar, também sou dos que ficaram apaixonados por harriet wheeler desde os anos noventa.




people i know, places i go, make me feel tongue-tied
i can see how people look down, they're on the inside
here's where the story ends
people i see, weary of me showing my good side
i can see how people look down, i'm on the outside
here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends

it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes my eyes feel sore
oh i never should have said, the books that you read
were all i loved you for
it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes me wonder why
and it's the memories of your shed that make me turn red
surprise, surprise, surprise

crazy i know, places i go
make me feel so tired
i can see how people look down
i'm on the outside
oh here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends

it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes my eyes feel sore
and who ever would've thought the books that you brought
were all i loved you for
oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed
i know where i belong
but the only thing i ever really wanted to say
was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

it's that little souvenir of a colourful year
which makes me smile inside
so i cynically, cynically say, the world is that way
surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends