quinta-feira, 19 de maio de 2011

Like a snowflake

Há canções tão perfeitas que parece que foram feitas para nós. E então é como se nos apaixonássemos secretamente: ouvimo-las na nossa cabeça onde quer que vamos, vemos o seu rasto imaginário por todo o lado... Esta é uma delas.



Fleet Foxes - Helplessness Blues

I was raised up believing I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes, 
unique in each way you can see

And now after some thinking, I'd say I'd rather be
A functioning cog in some great machinery 
serving something beyond me

But I don't, I don't know what that will be
I'll get back to you someday soon you will see

What's my name, what's my station, oh, just tell me what I should do
I don't need to be kind to the armies of night 
that would do such injustice to you
Or bow down and be grateful 
and say "sure, take all that you see"
To the men who move only in dimly-lit halls 
and determine my future for me

And I don't, I don't know who to believe
I'll get back to you someday soon you will see

If I know only one thing, it's that everything that I see
Of the world outside is so inconceivable 
often I barely can speak
Yeah I'm tongue-tied and dizzy and I can't keep it to myself
What good is it to sing helplessness blues, 
why should I wait for anyone else?

And I know, I know you will keep me on the shelf
I'll come back to you someday soon myself

If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm raw
If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm sore
And you would wait tables and soon run the store

Gold hair in the sunlight, my light in the dawn
If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm sore
If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm sore

Someday I'll be like the man on the screen 

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