Eu e Ela

Deitados no chão (com a cadela deitada no meio), eu a beber vinho e a fumar, enquanto ouvimos Don McLean.


Don Mclean - Till Tomorrow

What can this be - can you tell me
Would you like to discover
Why we're not free - to be lovers
I've been wanting to ask you

Where has all the love gone
And what have we become
Storm clouds full of thunder
Move silent as they drum

And when they're gone, we'll be fine - till tomorrow
Oh I hope it won't rain
You will be mine - and my sorrow
Will take wings in the morning

High above the heavens
A rainbow paints the sky
White doves sing their songs of love
I watch them as they fly - and wonder

What can this be - can you tell me
Would you like to discover
Why we're not free - to be lovers...



Don McLean - Vincent (Starry Starry Night)

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul...

Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen; they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen; they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you
But still, your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could've told you, Vincent:
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you.

Starry, Starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen; they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will...



P.S. - A última música é a minha preferida dele (sim, mais que a Bye Bye Miss American Pie) desde os 14 anos porque é sobre Van Gogh e eu adoro Van Gogh (a pintura e a pessoa). E também porque a música e a letra são completamente geniais.