terça-feira, março 13, 2007

Strange

Jim Morrison...where he died, i was born.




Nunca apreciei Doors...mas que abrem portas, abrem. Ao entendimento.












Doors - People Are Strange

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

2 comentários:

Inês disse...

Doors é fabuloso.
O Jim Morrison... Entristece-me saber que nunca terei oportunidade de o ver ao vivo... É um sonho morto.
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Sophia disse...

Um "sonho morto" é uma metáfora incrível. Sabe-me a mar morto:)