Hoje enquanto passeava nas minhas nuvens, lembrei-me que ainda não tinha feito nenhum post em homenagem à minha cantora favorita e que também inspirou este blog. Estou a referir-me a Tori Amos. Hoje, e porque ela merece mesmo (se nunca ouviram, oiçam!) deixo-vos estas notas musicais :)
Crosses
The lake
Where the words
Jump off my
Pen and
Into your pages
Do you think
Just like that
You can divide
This
You as yours
Me as mine
To before we were
Us
If the rain
Has
To separate from
Itself
Does it say
"pick out your
Cloud?"
Pick out your
Cloud
If there is a horizontal line
That runs from the map
Off your body straight through
The land shooting up
Right through my heart
Will this horizontal line
When asked know how to find
Where you end
Where i begin
"pick out your
Cloud"
How light can
Play and form a ring
Of rain that can change
Bows into arrows
(i found a thrill)
Who we were
Isn't lost
Before we were
Us
Indigo in his
Own
Blue always
Knew
This
If the rain
Has
To separate from
Itself
Does it say
Pick out your
Cloud
If there is a horizontal line
That runs from the map
Off your body straight through
The land shooting up
Right through my heart
Will this horizontal line
When asked know how to find
Where you end
Where i begin
"pick out your
Cloud"
If the rain
Has
To separate from
Itself
Does it say
Pick out your
Cloud
Your Cloud
Where the river cross Crosses
The lake
Where the words
Jump off my
Pen and
Into your pages
Do you think
Just like that
You can divide
This
You as yours
Me as mine
To before we were
Us
If the rain
Has
To separate from
Itself
Does it say
"pick out your
Cloud?"
Pick out your
Cloud
If there is a horizontal line
That runs from the map
Off your body straight through
The land shooting up
Right through my heart
Will this horizontal line
When asked know how to find
Where you end
Where i begin
"pick out your
Cloud"
How light can
Play and form a ring
Of rain that can change
Bows into arrows
(i found a thrill)
Who we were
Isn't lost
Before we were
Us
Indigo in his
Own
Blue always
Knew
This
If the rain
Has
To separate from
Itself
Does it say
Pick out your
Cloud
If there is a horizontal line
That runs from the map
Off your body straight through
The land shooting up
Right through my heart
Will this horizontal line
When asked know how to find
Where you end
Where i begin
"pick out your
Cloud"
If the rain
Has
To separate from
Itself
Does it say
Pick out your
Cloud
Tori Amos in Scarlet´s Walk (2002)
4 Comments:
:D
não conhecia...optima escolha...não se arranja som???
Admito... não faço a mínima ideia de como isso se faz...:D
É bonito o poema. :-)
Jaime
www.blog.jaimegaspar.com
E as músicas, tal como a voz, também o são :) vale mesmo a pena ouvir!
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