Been coming down for a long time
Changes coming down on me
Can’t seem to carry ‘em all now
Been wishing there was someone else I could be
Hey now, who really cares
Hey, won’t somebody listen
Let me say what’s been on my mind
Can I bring it out to you
I need someone to talk to
And no one else would spare me the time
I used to think of ferries wheel light sounds
The Friday hum of neons and blue
But now they’re like circular cages
Of graded tin and rusted wind
“Fiz de mim o que não soube
E o que podia fazer de mim não o fiz.
O dominó que vesti era errado.
Conheceram-me logo por quem não era e não desmenti, e perdi-me.
Quando quis tirar a máscara,
Estava pegada à cara.
Quando a tirei e me vi ao espelho,
Já tinha envelhecido.
Estava bêbado, já não sabia vestir o dominó que não tinha tirado.
Deitei fora a máscara e dormi no vestiário
Como um cão tolerado pela gerência
Por ser inofensivo
E vou escrever esta história para provar que sou sublime.”
“Sit with me a while
And let me listen to you talk about
your dreams and your obsessions
I’ll be quiet and confessional
The violets explode inside me
when I meet your eyes
Then I’m spinning and I’m diving
Like a cloud of starlings”
“Oh my baby, baby, I love you more than I can tell
I don’t think I can live without you and I know that I never will
Oh my baby, baby, I want you so it scares me to death
I can’t say anymore than I love you, everything else is a waste of breath”
I Want You – Elvis Costello
Fiona Apple and Elvis Costello – I Want You (live)
(The original version here. Full lyrics in ‘comments’ section.)
It’s a wonderful world
And you take and you give
And the sun fills the sky
In the space where you live
It’s a day full of dreams
It’s a dream of a day
And the joy that it brings
Nearly sweeps her away
It’s a wonderful world
As the buildings fall down
And you quicken your step
‘til your feet leave the ground
And you’re soaring above
All the sorrow below
And you’re falling in love
With those you don’t know
And your heart feels so wide
And your heart fills so strong
It was never a place
That you felt you belonged
It’s a wonderful world
Full of wonderful things
And the people fall down
And abandon their dreams
(I hear him, he’s talking out loud
Sometimes he whistles while walking
How could he know any better?
I weep for him, I weep for him now)
It’s a wonderful world
It’s a real crying shame
Cos she’s hurting herself
In a violent way
And there’s people she knows
That won’t even try
And they’re trapped in their lives
Feeling terrified
And it’s in times like these
That she promised to call
But the scale of our love
Is diminished and small
It’s a wonderful world
And she doesn’t know why
She wakes up each day
And continues to cry
(He’s sleeping his troubles away
He’s finding it too hard to bear
I’m with him every step of the way
I weep for him, I weep for him now)
It’s a wonderful world
And you take and you give
And the sun fills the sky
In the space where you live
“how can I go home
with nothing to say
I know you’re going to look at me that way
and say what did you do out there
and what did you decide
you said you needed time
and you had time”
They were digging a new foundation in Manhattan
and they discovered a slave cemetery there
may their souls rest easy
now that lynching is frowned upon
and we’ve moved on to the electric chair
and i wonder who’s gonna be president, tweedle dum or tweedle dummer?
and who’s gonna have the big blockbuster box office this summer?
howabout we put up a wall between houses and the highway
and then you can go your way , and i can go my way
except all the radios agree with all the tvs
and all the magazines agree with all the radios
and i keep hearing that same damn song everywhere i go
maybe i should put a bucket over my head
and a marshmallow in each ear
and stumble around for
another dumb-numb week for another hum drum hit song to appear
people used to make records
as in a record of an event
the event of people playing music in a room
now everything is cross-marketing
its about sunglasses and shoes
or guns and drugs
you choose
we got it rehashed
we got it half-assed
we’re digging up all the graves
and we’re spitting on the past
and you can choose between the colors
of the lipstick on the whores
cause we know the difference between
the font of 20% more
and the font of teriyaki
you tell me
how does it…make you feel?
you tell me
what’s …real?
and they say that alcoholics are always alcoholics
even when they’re as dry as my lips for years
even when they’re stranded on a small desert island
with no place in 2,000 miles to buy beer
and i wonder
is he different?
is he different?
has he changed? what’s he about?…
or is he just a liar with nothing to lie about?
Am i headed for the same brick wall
is there anything i can do about
anything at all?
except go back to that corner in Manhattan
and dig deeper, dig deeper this time
down beneath the impossible pain of our history
beneath unknown bones
beneath the bedrock of the mystery
beneath the sewage systems and the path drain
beneath the cobblestones and the water mains
beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals
beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels
beneath everything i can think of to think about
beneath it all, beneath all get out
beneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel
there’s a fire just waiting for fuel
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