22/03/09

Colisões

E hoje decido deixar-vos algo que não sendo meu é contudo um pouco de mim. Numas alturas mais do que outras, claro.

E porque é uma dessas alturas, porque é a mulher que o mundo ama odiar, porque é sexual não sendo obrigatoriamente sensual, porque é explosiva e visceral, porque fez escolhas péssimas, porque não tem medo de as fazer, porque é decadente, porque grande parte da sua vida foi decadente,
porque sempre foi problemática, porque sempre foi sobrevivente.
Porque é por tudo isso que gosto dela.
Fica então uma versão demo de uma das musicas que fará parte do próximo álbum, escrito durante os anos que esteve em reabilitação e uma escolha minha na fotografia.

Car Crash
There's a ghost on the highway, And I want to run it down,
There's a phantom in my bed, And I'm all alone now.
I've seen every hotel, I've seen every hell,
There's nothing I haven't done, There's no one I haven't had.

Would you be there when the lights, When the lights get shot right out?
Would you be there when the roof, When the roof comes crumbling down?

And I know myself too well, And the Devil speaks to me,
And he's got me pinned down now, Telling me I'm so empty.
Oh, just say you're sorry now, And you'll never do it again,
Take the edge right off and keep it, Coz you'll never be high again.

Would you be there when the lights, When the lights get shot right out?
Would you be there when the roof, When the roof comes crashing down?
Would you be there when the devil, When the devil comes for me?
Would you be there when the lights, Go black and empty?

And I live in a box, And I die in this hole.
And you hold the keys, To this zip.
And I don't wanna go, But I can't seem to come,
And it's not up to me, It's up to you.

And at all tomorrows parties, I will be there, not at one,
And when you all start to miss me, Oh, just pass me the gun.
And it's Valentine's again, And there's nothing here for me.

Would you be there when the lights, When the lights come crashing down?
Would you be there when the roof, When the roof comes crumbling down?
Would you be there when the Devil, Takes me to the underground?
Would you be there when the night, Stays night all year around?
Would you be there in the ice? In the frost and cold and freeze?
Would you be there any time? When I'm here, I'm on my knees?




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