sexta-feira, outubro 26, 2007
Trilha Sonora da Personalidade do Mês é...
THOM YORKE - Analyse
A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibilty
You're born and raised across the street
In algebra, in algebra
The fences that you cannot climb
The sentences that do not rhyme
In all that you can ever change
The one you're looking for
It gets you down
It gets you down
There's no spark
No light in the dark
It gets you down
It gets you down
You travel far
What have you found
When there's no time
There's no time
To analyse
To think things through
To make sense
It gets you down
It gets you down
You're just playing a part
You're just playing a part
You're playing a part
Playing a part
When there's no time
There's no time
To Analyse
Analyse
Analyse
RADIOHEAD - Blow Out
In my mind.
And nailed into my ears
All the time
Killing what I feel
And everything I touch turns to stone.
(all wrapped up in crinoline, all wrapped up in
suger-coated)
And everything I touch turns to stone.
(all wrapped up in crinoline, all wrapped up in
suger-coated)
I am fused
Just in case I blow out
I am glued
Just in case I crack out
And everything I touch turns to stone.
(all wrapped up in crinoline, all wrapped up in
suger-coated)
And everything I touch turns to stone.
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