Wanting not to want you won't make it so,
It doesn't work that way.
Don't leave me here alone.
The National: You Were A Kindness
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You Just Made Yourself Available
The National: Available
Did you clean yourself
For me last night
Put the water out and donned a marigold
In your hair to bring me here
And tie one on you
Did you dress me down and liquor me up
To make me last for the minute
When the red comes over you
Like it does when you're filled with love
Or whatever you call it
Do you feel alone when I'm in my head
While you wait for me
To take my breath
Do you still feel clean
When the only dirt is the dirt I left
How can you blame yourself
When I did everything I wanted to
You just made yourself available
Why did you dress me down
And liquor me up
Did you clean yourself
For me last night
Put the water out and donned a marigold
In your hair to bring me here
And tie one on you
Did you dress me down and liquor me up
To make me last for the minute
When the red comes over you
Like it does when you're filled with love
Or whatever you call it
Do you feel alone when I'm in my head
While you wait for me
To take my breath
Do you still feel clean
When the only dirt is the dirt I left
How can you blame yourself
When I did everything I wanted to
You just made yourself available
Why did you dress me down
And liquor me up
I Still Owe Money To The Money I Owe
I never thought about love when I thought about home.
The National: Bloodbuzz Ohio
The National: Bloodbuzz Ohio
I Don't Wanna Get Over You...
The National: Sorrow
Sorrow found me when I was young,
Sorrow waited, sorrow won.
Sorrow that put me on the pills,
It's in my honey it's in my milk.
Don't leave half a heart alone
On the water,
Cover me in rag and bones, sympathy.
Cause I don't wanna get over you.
I don't wanna get over you.
Sorrows my body on the waves
Sorrows a girl inside my cave
I live in a city sorrow built
It's in my honey, it's in my milk.
Don't leave my half a heart alone,
On the water,
Cover me in rag and bones, sympathy.
Cause I don't wanna get over you.
I don't wanna get over you.
Don't leave my half a heart alone,
On the water,
Cover me in rag and bones, sympathy.
Cause I don't wanna get over you.
I don't wanna get over you.
Sorrow found me when I was young,
Sorrow waited, sorrow won.
Sorrow that put me on the pills,
It's in my honey it's in my milk.
Don't leave half a heart alone
On the water,
Cover me in rag and bones, sympathy.
Cause I don't wanna get over you.
I don't wanna get over you.
Sorrows my body on the waves
Sorrows a girl inside my cave
I live in a city sorrow built
It's in my honey, it's in my milk.
Don't leave my half a heart alone,
On the water,
Cover me in rag and bones, sympathy.
Cause I don't wanna get over you.
I don't wanna get over you.
Don't leave my half a heart alone,
On the water,
Cover me in rag and bones, sympathy.
Cause I don't wanna get over you.
I don't wanna get over you.
The Slow Show...
Prometi..Tinha prometido a mim mesma que ia ouvir The National, e ouvi.
Sempre me falaram maravilhas desta banda, sempre me recusei a ouvi-los, não por não acreditar nas críticas mas talvez por me fazer recordar momentos que preferia que ficassem bem no fundo da minha memória, porque a música deles me faz lembrar de pessoas que prefiro esquecer...apesar de ser difícil de o fazer porque para tal necessitava de me esquecer de mim, daquilo que sou hoje! (profundo não? a profunda melancolia que a música nos pode suscitar, o poder do som aliado a uma letra que parece descrever aquilo que sentimos em relação a alguém, aquilo que havemos sentido algures num qualquer momento da nossa vida...)
E bom...tenho-me dedicado a ouvir o único álbum que tenho desta banda (The Boxer, 2007), e aqui está uma das muitas que me leva a navegar no tempo e a recordar e também em parte a sentir saudades de tempos em que fui feliz, mas não sabia disso.
The National: Slow Show
Standing at the punch table swallowing punch
Can’t pay attention to the sound of anyone
A little more stupid, a little more scared
Every minute more unprepared
I made a mistake in my life today
Everything I love gets lost in drawers
I want to start over, I want to be winning
Way out of sync from the beginning
I wanna hurry home to you
Put on a slow, dumb show for you
And crack you up
So you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
God I’m very, very frightening
I’ll overdo it
Looking for somewhere to stand and stay
I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away
Can I get a minute of not being nervous
And not thinking of my dick
My leg is sparkles, my leg is pins
I better get my shit together, better gather my shit in
You could drive a car through my head in five minutes
From one side of it to the other
I wanna hurry home to you
Put on a slow, dumb show for you
And crack you up
So you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
God I’m very, very frightening
I’ll overdo it
You know I dreamed about you
For twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
For twenty-nine years
Sempre me falaram maravilhas desta banda, sempre me recusei a ouvi-los, não por não acreditar nas críticas mas talvez por me fazer recordar momentos que preferia que ficassem bem no fundo da minha memória, porque a música deles me faz lembrar de pessoas que prefiro esquecer...apesar de ser difícil de o fazer porque para tal necessitava de me esquecer de mim, daquilo que sou hoje! (profundo não? a profunda melancolia que a música nos pode suscitar, o poder do som aliado a uma letra que parece descrever aquilo que sentimos em relação a alguém, aquilo que havemos sentido algures num qualquer momento da nossa vida...)
E bom...tenho-me dedicado a ouvir o único álbum que tenho desta banda (The Boxer, 2007), e aqui está uma das muitas que me leva a navegar no tempo e a recordar e também em parte a sentir saudades de tempos em que fui feliz, mas não sabia disso.
The National: Slow Show
Standing at the punch table swallowing punch
Can’t pay attention to the sound of anyone
A little more stupid, a little more scared
Every minute more unprepared
I made a mistake in my life today
Everything I love gets lost in drawers
I want to start over, I want to be winning
Way out of sync from the beginning
I wanna hurry home to you
Put on a slow, dumb show for you
And crack you up
So you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
God I’m very, very frightening
I’ll overdo it
Looking for somewhere to stand and stay
I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away
Can I get a minute of not being nervous
And not thinking of my dick
My leg is sparkles, my leg is pins
I better get my shit together, better gather my shit in
You could drive a car through my head in five minutes
From one side of it to the other
I wanna hurry home to you
Put on a slow, dumb show for you
And crack you up
So you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
God I’m very, very frightening
I’ll overdo it
You know I dreamed about you
For twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
For twenty-nine years
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