domingo, setembro 4

a noite pede música


josé luís said...


acredite ou não, esta foi a canção que mais me custou deixar de fora na minha selecção de trinta paliativos terapêuticos...

e sei a letra de cor:

it's too early for the circus, it's too late for the bars, no one's sleepin' but the paperboys, and no one in this town is makin' any noise, but the dogs
and the milkmen and me.

the girls around here all look like cadillacs, no one likes a stranger here, i'd come home but i'm afraid that you won't take me back, but i'd trade off everything just to have you near.

i know i'm irresponsible and i don't behave, and i ruin everything that i do, and i'll probably get arrested when i'm in my grave, but i'll be savin' all my love for you.

i paid fifteen dollars for a prostitute, with too much makeup and a broken shoe, but her eyes were just a counterfeit, she tried to gyp me out of it, but you know that i'm still in love you.

don't listen to the rumors that you hear about me, cause i ain't as bad as they make me out to be, well i may lose my mind but baby can't you see, that i'll be savin' all my love for you.

(e que bem sabe ouvir isto quando a noite pede música... :))) )

Marta said... eu fizesse uma "selecção de trinta paliativos terapêuticos TW" esta ficaria entre as 10 primeiras :)

Anónimo said...

Esta é mais a minha onda!