Today I'm feeling like this...
Soma - Smashing Pumpkins
Nothing left to say
And all I've left to do
Is run away
From you
And she led me on, down
With secrets I can't keep
Close your eyes and sleep
Don't wait up for me
Hush now don't you speak
To me
Wrapped my hurt in you
And took my shelter in that pain
The opiate of blame
Is your broken heart, your heart
So now I'm all by myself
As I've always felt
I'll betray my tears
To anyone caught in our ruse of fools
One last kiss for me...yeah
One last kiss good night
Didn't want to lose you once again
Didn't want to be your friend
Fulfilled a promise made of tin
And crawled back to you
I'm all by myself
As I've always felt
I'll betray myself
To anyone, lost, anyone but you
So let the sadness come again
On that you can depend on me, yeah
Until the bitter, bitter end of the world, yeah
When god sleeps in bliss
And I'm all by myself
As I've always felt
And I'll betray myself
To anyone
Nothing left to say
And all I've left to do
Is run away
From you
And she led me on, down
With secrets I can't keep
Close your eyes and sleep
Don't wait up for me
Hush now don't you speak
To me
Wrapped my hurt in you
And took my shelter in that pain
The opiate of blame
Is your broken heart, your heart
So now I'm all by myself
As I've always felt
I'll betray my tears
To anyone caught in our ruse of fools
One last kiss for me...yeah
One last kiss good night
Didn't want to lose you once again
Didn't want to be your friend
Fulfilled a promise made of tin
And crawled back to you
I'm all by myself
As I've always felt
I'll betray myself
To anyone, lost, anyone but you
So let the sadness come again
On that you can depend on me, yeah
Until the bitter, bitter end of the world, yeah
When god sleeps in bliss
And I'm all by myself
As I've always felt
And I'll betray myself
To anyone
3 Comments:
Esta música, pá... tantos dias que me senti assim. É a minha música preferida dos Pumpkins. É uma (má) lição de vida, daquelas que não dá para fugir.
Cuaralho! N esperava ver-te por estes lados :o)
Tb é das minhas musicas favoritas dos SP. Fico feliz por me lembrar q contribuí para q os escutasses :P
Abraço
É verdade, sim senhor. Gravaste-me o Siamese, que passei a ouvir compulsivamente. Entretanto encontrei a edição em vinil, e deixa-me dizer-te, soa ainda melhor, mais docemente melancólico, mais brutal e cru, mais tristemente melódico. Abraço, Cuaralho!
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