Quando não sabemos como dizer...
Ruth Marie
I grew so old
In that house I lived in
They brought me here
'Cause I can't take care
I lost my worth
And my purpose here
I feel you cry
But I can't speak my mind
Will you hold me
And never let me go
'Cause I hate it when you walk outside that door
'Cause I know I won't ever see your eyes
The eyes I gave you
When my eyes shut
They'll take me to the land
For fiftie years I lived there with my man
And on my own I lived for fortie more
I watched you grow up
From babies on the floor
To the beautiful women that you are
And I hated that you've gone away so far
Cause I know I won't ever see those eyes
The eyes I gave you
The evenings fall
They'll drag me out the hall
Up to my bunk and drug me 'til I'm numb
But pass the haze
I see your pretty face
Remember me when I'm gone
You know I love you
Though I can hardly say
And I hate it when you see me in this way
But in darkness
I'll always see those eyes
The eyes I gave you
... roubamos a "voz" a outros.
Vidro Azul ("Blue Glass")
Vidro Azul ("Blue Glass"): its broadcastings began in RUC-Radio University of Coimbra, later extending to Radio Radar, and now on Radio SBSR. In its two-hour duration, this author’s project explores melancholic sonorities also experimenting, boundarylessly, with beautiful ethereal landscapes. Through several genres ranging from folk, glitch, indietronica, neoclassical, ambient, jazz, indie pop, minimal among others, themes are blended in an intentional attempt to create a coherent harmony.
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