Watchin' the game, havin' a bud

Adivinha quem partilha agora um atelier em Santa Justa com pessoas fixes.

Almost crimes

To say the things I want to say to you would be a crime 
To admit I'm still in love with you, after all this time 
I'd rather let you touch my arm until you die 
Seduce me with your charms until I'm drunk on them, go home and drink in bed and never let myself be loved like that again

Light a cigarette and think of you and walk away 
Turning all the words running in my head I won't say 
Because of all these triangles and squares the memory we seem to share replays a distant love that plays my records wrong 

Never let myself love like that again 
Never let myself love like that again 

To say the words I want to say to you would be a lie 
By the time I get the courage I am drunk and you are tired 
Alone in this basement where I will write these songs 
Of things I'll never say to you again and you know why 

Never let myself love like that again 
Never let myself love like that again 
Never let myself love like that again 
Never let myself love like that again

Epic it is

Comecei em 2009 com «Because I Was in Love, que é sempre uma boa desculpa para toda a porcaria que fazemos», depois saltei para 2012 com Tramp, um bom resumo da interpretação que lhe quiserem dar, e agora meti-me em Epic (2010) até às pontas dos cabelos (sensivelmente a meio das costas). Nem pensem em tirar-me daqui.

 

Os álbuns de 2012, III

I'm biting my lip 
As confidence is speaking to me. 
I loosen my grip from my palm 
And put it on your knee. 
In my way, I say 
You're the reason why I'll move to the city 
You're why I'll need to leave. 

You're the reason why I'll move to the city 
You're why I'll need to leave

So what's with the eyes in the back of the room? 
The only ones trying 
The only ones I have let in years. 
It's not because I always give up 
It might be I always give out

Goodbye, Sharon Van Etten ♫

Frankfurt - Amesterdão - Paris

© Frank Hendriks 

© Matthew Bates 

Vou a Frankfurt limpar os sapatos nos tapetes do Banco Central Europeu, vou a Amesterdão andar de bicicleta e vou a Paris ver as pessoas mais giras do planeta. Volto se eu quiser.

Kool thing

Desculpa, Godard.