terça-feira, junho 1

do inglês ruim

e do encontro tardio - like a ghost

com as músicas que não foram tocadas
eu não sabia.

listening to otis redding at home during christmas
okkervil river
don't fall in love with everyone you see

home is where beds are made and butter is added to toast
on a cold afternoon you can float room to room like a ghost
take the crèche out and argue about who gets to set up the kings
and i know that it’s home because that’s where the stereo sings
i’ve got dreams... dreams to remember
but not even home can be with you forever

it’s christmastime and the plane flies me over white hills
to a town in a dream, where the sky is frozen and still,
and a room (that’s not mine but it’s just like i left it before,
with the wax from the candles all dusty and locks on the door)
where i held you so tenderly,
and where in summer i opened your letter to me.

i’m standing where we knelt and a miracle mile now borders it,
but if i turn my face to the field i don’t even notice it for a second.

there’s a tangle of greenery where winter scenery ends
and i hear that song sometimes and imagine us much more than friends
like if we stayed in this town, bought the first house that went up on sale,
and how each christmastime would bring inlaws and snowdays and holiday mail.
your dad says you’re living in georgia since last september.

yeah well,
i’ve got dreams...dreams to remember
i’ve got dreams, dreams to remember,
i’ve got dreams, dreams to remember,
i’ve got dreams, dreams to remember,
oh sara, come back to new hampshire.
we’ll stay here forever

* dizem por ai que montreal é uma bh em fnacês
*we'll stay here forever


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