terça-feira, 22 de janeiro de 2013

a song for all the soulness people



I guess by the bloodstain of your lips
And the wander of your fingertips
I should prove true to my emptiness
And stay here

Well I’m just a kid of ill repute
But the skin I wear is my only suit..
And you you’re just a substitute
For the one that I hold dear

You know you could be anyone
God forgive my tasteless tongue
I never should have been set free

I carve my eyes, I skin my face
And beg some how to be replaced
That’s how we deal with boys like me

I guess by this world so sick with loss
And your services so free of cost
I should climb down of my rugged cross
And lay with you

But you know by now it’s half past late
And I only came here for escape
You, you’re just my next mistake
Like me to you

You know you could be anyone
God forgive your unborn sons
I hope they don’t end up like me

I drag my mind through streets of shame
Blame myself, forgive the game
That’s how we deal with boys like me

But despite what you’ve been told
I once had a soul
Left somewhere behind
A former friend of mine

And I hate to speak so free
But you mean nothing to me
So if the streetlights they shine bright
I’ll be home tonight

I guess by the dim light in your eyes
And that to you all things come as a surprise
I should set the steel trap of your thighs
And dive right in

But to you I’m just a confused child
Insecure or in denial
Go raise your robes, go have your trial
I’ll let you in

You know I could be anyone
God forgive what I should have done
My thoughts enough to guilty thee

And yes, I guess I made this bed
But i’ll take the sidewalk instead
That’s how we deal with boys with me

But despite what you’ve been told
I once had a soul
Left somewhere behind
A former friend of mine

And I hate to sound so true
But I mean nothing to you
So with the streetlights they shine bright
I’ll be home tonight

Two gallants

e agora o pequeno exercício narcisistico: quando este albúm saiu, esta música rebentou-me o coraçao. passaram mais de cinco anos para eu perceber que soul é afinal coisa que nao me falta. nem um bocadinho sequer.

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