June 10, 2008

a valer tudo a pena - Lição n.º 3



The Wrong Road, The Go-Betweens


A trader in furs living in exile
Boy what a kook
Look at that passport
Stale bread and paper without privilege
If you live here learn the language
When the rain hit the roof
With the sound of a finished kiss
Like when a lip lifts from a lip
I took the Wrong Road round
A room in a lighthouse
Near the park
The ghosts in the next room hear you cough
Time drags on Sundays spent in Mayfair
With all your riches, why aren't you there?
The wind acts like a magnet
And pulls the leaf from the tree
And the town's lost its breath
I took the Wrong Road round
Handsome is good, pretty is better
What was that phrase
Grace under pressure?
Blind by the light bulb
Blood to the bank
Lost all yours letters when the ship sank
In the disjointed breaking light
The soft blue approach of the water
Makes a sound you won't forget
I took the Wrong Road round
Stranded at low-tide where the river bends
Wouldn't you know it, that's how life ends
Lucky at cards, that's an old lie
Lucky in love, that's how life ends
Well the turncoats turned around
When they heard the sound of the bell
Dropped their coins into the well
I took the Wrong Road round
Started out Oliver, ended up Fagin
Don't you worry, it's my problem
What's my name, what's my number?
I'm the lonely one
It's just at the end of the day
When the light makes its slow move away
That I know all I can say is
I took the Wrong Road round
Gambled with risk
Paid you back with risk
So now you know who your friends are
They'll steel your shadow when your back's turned
Bouquets of flowers
Lesson's over
When the rain hit the roof
With the sound of a finished kiss
Like when a lip lifts from a lip
I took the Wrong Road round


A primeira a acompanhar o original.



(esta é tão sagrada que vai ficar sem bandeira)

7 comments:

alex said...

tu já és capaz de tocar isto tudo? :0

João Lisboa said...

"(esta é tão sagrada que vai ficar sem bandeira)"

O motivo é respeitável. O Comité de Luta defere o requerimento da camarada.

menina alice said...

Toco como qualquer bom carpinteiro, alex. :D ;)

Grata, camarada djóne. Suspeitava que podia contar com a tua solidariedade. E o momento em que o som que dali tirava se assemelhava (ainda que longinquamente) ao original, quase me emocionava.

Anonymous said...

nitidamente escguita a pensague em mim

geguemiaz

menina alice said...

E deve haver provas documentais disso!

rui g said...

"(esta é tão sagrada que vai ficar sem bandeira)"

O outro lado da barricada tb concorda e propõe um momento de tréguas. (vou ali ouvir uns disquitos dos Go-Betweens e, já agora, dos Triffids e depois podem recomeçar a luta...)

menina alice said...

Também lá estive hoje de manhã, Rui. Mas agora acabou a pausa. Em tempo de guerra, n se limpam armas. :D