- Tori Amos
Got a sister named Desire
They don’t let you
Like those little boys
By their house
On the backyard swing
I know of it ’cause
I thought we told
Some little sweet stories
In the parking lot
They say that girl lost her sway
The say that girl lost her sway
That day (…)
(…)
I dont have the time for a drink from the cup
Let’s rest for a while ’til our souls catch us up
Bring on the wonder
Bring on the song
I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long
- Bring On The Wonder, by Susan Enan
In my dreams I can see you
I can tell you how I feel
In my dreams I can hold you
And it feels so real
I still feel the pain
I still feel your love
- trecho de One Last Goodbye, Anathema
A gaveta de madeira emitiu um som denso ao ser arrastada para fora. Estava abarrotada. Quando escriturário, adquiriu o hábito de coletar todos os papeis que parecessem meramente importantes. Diversas contas já pagas ou vencidas, algumas das quais protestadas; certificados de diversos cursos e aptidões, as cópias de certidões das duas filhas, de vacinação do gato, e no fundo, bem ao fim da gaveta um envelope pardo amassado envolvia um peso de papel incomum.
Era denso e pesado, e enquanto desembrulhava-o era possível sentir o frio do metal contra o papel. Mesmo sem vislumbrá-lo era possível sentir a ansiedade e desesperança que invocava. A empunhadura não era tão fria, em material que imitava madeira encaixava-se de modo débil na mão que tremia. Parkinson o doutor lhe dissera.
Algumas folhas voaram gaveta abaixo, espalhando-se pelo chão enquanto ele o puxava para fora. Papel contra a pele provoca o som arrastado e distinto, que lembrava o trovejar distante do prenunciar da tempestade. Mas não haveria chuva; a tempestade iminente tinha outra origem, num orifício de metal próximo de um centímetro de diâmetro que despeja pólvora, fogo e destruição.
Algumas das garotas que passaram pela minha vida, como amigas, cúmplices ou amores, citadas nas músicas do the Cure que me fazem lembrar cada qual:
Flávia (Just Like Heaven):
Strange as angels dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water, you’re just like a dream
Juliete (Pictures of You):
Remembering you standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in, holding you close
Marina (Cut Here):
It’s so hard to think “It ends sometime and this could be the last …”
Because it’s hard to think ”I’ll never get another chance To hold you…
to hold you… “
Ofélia (Charlotte Sometimes):
night after night she lay alone in bed her eyes so open to the dark
the streets all looked so strange they seemed so far away
but charlotte did not cry
Sarah (Why Can´t I Be You?):
You’re so wonderful, too good to be true
You make me, make me hungry for you
Inspirada pela estréia do filme do
Deus do Trovão:
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated
Nothin’ to do and no where to go-o-o I wanna be sedated…
- I Wanna be Sedated, Ramones
Trecho da música Cut Here, the Cure
“So we meet again!” and I offer my hand
All dry and English slow
And you look at me and I understand
Yeah it’s a look I used to know
“Three long years… and your favourite man…
Is that any way to say hello?”
And you hold me… like you’ll never let me go
(…)
It’s so hard to think “It ends sometime
And this could be the last
I should really hear you sing again
And I should really watch you dance”
Because it’s hard to think
“I’ll never get another chance
To hold you… to hold you… ”
(…)
But “If only….”
Is a wish too late…
trecho da música The Misery – Sonata Arctica
…
Seven lonely lies written on Deadwinter’s night,
open the only book with the only poem I can read
In blood I sign my name and seal the midnight with a tear,
burn the paper, every line for them I cried…
If you fall I’ll catch, if you love I’ll love,
and so it goes, my dear, don’t be scared, you’ll be safe,
this I swear. If you only love me back
…