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07 setembro, 2009

from the bottom of my heart

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Brewster, M.
heart song 2000-91
(2008)










Pink Floyd, wish you were here

So, so you think you can tell....
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

[Enquanto não reponho alguma ordem nisto, para que conste que não é por nada especial, a não ser por aquela mesmice que as pessoas dizem quando não há muito para dizer: são fases.]