11 dezembro 2010

the waterboys







December is the cruelest month
this time for once my cheeks are warm
After long years in the monkey-house
I am ready for the storm
Let them throw all their cannonballs
let all their strongmen come
I'm ready to go anywhere
through venom, sick and scum!

December isn't always cold
this year she's mine, I know why
Somewhere a flower has to grow
for every flower that dies
I'm stricken with fever
but my heart is strong as steel
I'm ready to go anywhere!
I can believe I can feel!

December is a trusted friend
I always recognise her face
It's a plague of fool thrown aside
forever by her soft and silent grace
She is reckless as a Mayday
gentle as a stone
She's ready to go anywhere
to carry me back home!

December fell deep in the bleak
winter time when Jesus Christ
Howled a saviour baby's howl
primal truth as pure as ice
And though we crucified him on a cross
and dragged his word from prayer to curse
He was able to go anywhere
he was almost one of us!



the girl in the swing; december; a girl called johnny

5 comentários:

rosa disse...

Sódadinhas!

rosa disse...

Lembro-me que quando saí de casa, tinha o Fisherman Blues e a minha mana tinha um álbum do Tom Waits... Ó ganância.. Troquei, mas até hoje com algum arrependimento.

Outra banda da época de que gostava muito eram os House of Love.

Sóidadinhas...

Nuno disse...

as trocas são base do crescimento nunca de arrependimento :)

gosto muito do fisherman, sim: mas tom waits, caraças, é tom waits: qual era o disco, já agora? :)

sóidadinhas e sódadinhas são ambas as duas dolorosas de bouas :)

rosa disse...

Foi o Heart of Saturady Night.

De Ermesinde.

Nuno disse...

vês, bem bom o disquinho!

ermesinde? :D