18 março 2010
Alex Chilton, RIP
05 dezembro 2008
Hot 'un
29 novembro 2008
Does anyone recall?
Love Untold, Paul Westerberg.
«Soft hands slowly move across the blank white page, thinking of words for my silent lips and fingers to obey»
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03 novembro 2008
Dreams make way for plans
Runaway Wind, Paul Westerberg.
You don't blow like the breeze you were born to be
You die down in the trees and try to hide
Will you witness the dark
All you need is a spark
A cathedral of torches to light the night
On your mark here I am, I'm your spark
Runaway wind, run run away wind
You trade your telescope for a keyhole
Make way for the gray that's in your brown
As dreams make way for plans
See ya watch life from the stands
Come on I'll help you burn 'em to the ground
On your mark here I am, I'm your spark
Runaway wind
He sees ya like a river, deep and silent
And he runs to you like a shallow noisy stream
I see what you've become and try to hide it
You need someone who sees what you were born to be
Here I am
You don't blow like the breeze
You were born to be
You don't know what to do with your life
As day returns to dark
Flame returns to spark
Come on I feel I'm blowing out tonight
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