The Shape of Things

Suntem ceea ce povestim despre noi că suntem. Suntem ceea ce ne mai amintim despre noi că suntem. Identitatea fiecăruia este o poveste. Ca povestea să aibă sens trebuie să ne reamintim elementele ei, unul câte unul. Ploile acide, interminabile au şters totul. De multă vreme nu s-a mai pus lumină în sufletele noastre. Ca să te regăseşti trebuie să-ţi reaminteşti unde ai căzut. Poţi să-ţi reaminteşti? Mă mai auzi?



luni, 14 decembrie 2009

New York, New York...

Another world, another people, another story...another dream...

Paloma Faith - New York, New York

The days were long and the nights so cold
The pages turn and the tale unfolds
He left me for another lady
She stood so tall and she never slept
The was not one moment he could regret
He left me for another lady

He took my hand one day and told me
He was leavingMe disbelieving
And I I I I I I I I
Had to let him go

And it was New York, New York
And she took his heart away oh my
And it was New York, New York
She had poisoned his sweet mind
Mmmm

The wolves they howled for my lost soul
I fell down a deep black hole
He left me for another lady
She poured the drinks and she poured the power
Diamond girl who could talk for hours
He left me for another lady

Now I am on my own
He told me he was leaving
And I was pleading
And I I I I I I I I
Had to let him go

And it was New York, New York
And she took his heart away oh my
And it was New York, New York
She had poisoned his sweet mind

The greatest times
I don't want to hear it
Your new laughter linesI don't want to hear it
The new found friends she introduced you to
I don't wanna know them I just want to be with you
Please do't make me go to
New York

New York
And she took your heart away oh my
And it was New York, New York
She poisoned your sweet mind

And it was New York, New York
And she took your heart away oh my
And it was New York, New York
She poisoned your sweet mind

She poisoned your sweet mind...

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