quarta-feira, 23 de dezembro de 2009

Plasticities - Andrew Bird


this isn't your song
this isn't your music
how can they be wrong
when by committee they choose it all?
they choose it all

chin chin
chin chin

you're gonna grow old
you're gonna grow cold

bearing signs on the avenue
for your own personal Waterloo
you're bearing signs on the avenue
for your own personal Waterloo now

we'll fight, we'll fight
we'll fight for your music halls
and dying cities

they'll fight, they'll fight
they'll fight for your neural walls
and plasticities
and precious territory

this isn't our song
this isn't even a musical
I think life is too long
to be a whale in a cubicle

nails under your cuticle

chin chin
chin chin

you're gonna grow old
you're gonna grow so cold
before this song can deliver you
you're bearing signs on the avenue
you're bearing signs
for your own personal Waterloo now

we'll fight, we'll fight
we'll fight for your music halls
and dying cities

they'll fight, they'll fight
they'll fight for your neural walls
and plasticities
and precious territory

domingo, 20 de dezembro de 2009

Amy Winehouse - You Know I'm No Good


Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull T-shirt
You say "why did you do it with him today?"
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray

'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good

Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy
He's in a place, but I can't get joy
Thinking on you in the final throes
This is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet your chips and pitta
You say when "we're married",
'Cause you're not bitter
"There'll be none of him no more"
I cried for you on the kitchen floor

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good

Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
We're like how we were again
I'm in the tub, you on the seat
Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you notice a likkle carpet burn
My stomach drop and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst
Who truly stuck the knife in first

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was troubled
Yeah, you know that I'm no good