27 abril 2009

a perfect sonnet, by Bright Eyes

A banda americana Bright Eyes (site oficial) tem como elemento mais mediático o vocalista Conor Mullen Oberst, cantautor e poeta nascido em 1980, e que se divide por vários projectos, sendo o mais recente Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band.

Os videoclips 'live' com qualidade escasseiam, mas as músicas são lindíssimas, as letras também. O estilo é basicamente indie rock. Cliquem, oiçam, enjoy:

Bright Eyes, a perfect sonnet

  • Lately I've been wishing I had one desire
  • something that would make me never want another
  • something that would make it so that nothing matters
  • all would be clear then
  • but I guess i'll have to settle for a few brief moments
  • and watch it all dissolve into a single second
  • try to write it down into a perfect sonnet
  • or one foolish line
  • 'cause that's all that you'll get so you'll have to accept
  • you are here then you're gone
  • but i believe that lovers should be tied together
  • thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather
  • left there to drown
  • left there to drown
  • in their innocence
  • but as for me i'm coming to the final chapter
  • i read all of the pages and there's still no answer
  • only all that was before i know must soon come after
  • that's the only way it can be
  • so I stand in the sun
  • and I breathe with my lungs
  • trying to spare me the weight of the truth
  • saying everything you've ever seen was just a mirror
  • spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever
  • now you're laying in a bathtub full of freezing water
  • wishing you were a ghost
  • but once you knew a girl and you named her lover
  • danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer
  • autumn came,
  • she disappeared
  • you can't remember where she said she was going to
  • but you know that she is gone 'cause she left you a song
  • that you don't want to sing
  • singing I believe that lovers should be chained together
  • thrown into a fire with their songs and letters
  • left there to burn
  • left there to burn
  • in their arrogance
  • but as for me i'm coming to my final failure
  • killed myself with changes trying to make things better
  • ended up becoming something other than what I had planned to be
  • now i believe that lovers should be draped in flowers
  • and layed entwined together on a bed of clover
  • left there to sleep
  • left there to dream of their happiness

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