"Tears Dry On Their Own", Amy Winehouse
All I can ever be to you,
Is a darkness that we knew,
And this regret I've got accustomed to,
Once it was so right,
When we were at our high,
Waiting for you in the hotel at night,
I knew I hadn't met my match,
But every moment we could snatch,
I don't know why I got so attached,
It's my responsibility,
And you don't owe nothing to me,
But to walk away I have no capacity[
He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in your way, in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own,
I don't understand,
Why do I stress A man,
When there's so many bigger things at hand,
We could a never had it all,
We had to hit a wall,
So this is inevitable withdrawal,
Even if I stop wanting you,
A Perspective pushes true,
I'll be some next man's other woman soon,
I shouldn't play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men,
He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in your way, in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own...
Estou com esta música na cabeça desde manhã.
All I can ever be to you,
Is a darkness that we knew,
And this regret I've got accustomed to,
Once it was so right,
When we were at our high,
Waiting for you in the hotel at night,
I knew I hadn't met my match,
But every moment we could snatch,
I don't know why I got so attached,
It's my responsibility,
And you don't owe nothing to me,
But to walk away I have no capacity[
He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in your way, in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own,
I don't understand,
Why do I stress A man,
When there's so many bigger things at hand,
We could a never had it all,
We had to hit a wall,
So this is inevitable withdrawal,
Even if I stop wanting you,
A Perspective pushes true,
I'll be some next man's other woman soon,
I shouldn't play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men,
He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in your way, in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own...
Estou com esta música na cabeça desde manhã.
"I don't know why I got so attached,
ResponderEliminarIt's my responsibility,
And you don't owe nothing to me,
But to walk away I have no capacity"
É normalmente quando a música me diz algo, que acontece isso, fica na cabeça. E depois de passar o que passei recentemente numa relação, olho para as letras das mesmas músicas e estas tocam-me de modo diferente... Acho que a música e a poesia só podem ser entendidas quando temos termo de comparação, quando passamos por situações emocionais semelhantes. Nesta música calço os sapatos da Amy, só não sei se as minhas lágrimas vão secar sozinhas!...
É isso mesmo Puzz. As músicas nao me marcam pelo ritmo, pela melodia, mas sim pela letra.
ResponderEliminarE há momentos em que as músicas me marcam porque me identifico com o que dizem. Este é um caso. :)
E também não sei se secam sozinhas... mas acabam por secar.
Beijo ***