Agora se vcs querem ver alguém tocar com a alma, assistam a esse vídeo. Uma das minhas bandas favoritas, com um batera foda, um baixo animal, um guitarrista que dispensa comentários e o vocal, que além de lembrar o Chico e conseguir ser muito mais gato, tem um visual enlouquecedor (tudo bem, tem gente que ainda acha que aquele bigodinho tem algum potencial, mas eu não trabalho com look trocador), uma voz singular, um olhar azul perdido e - last but not least - canta com o corpo inteiro. Dá pra ficar batido? Dá? É igual a "Um lugar chamado Notting Hill": toda vez que passa eu assisto; toda vez que eu assisto eu choro. Essa, for those who really feel the music, é de chorar.
PS: Qualquer semelhança com "O Retrato de Dorian Gray" é mera coincidência...
On a cold, wet afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death
Reading how we'll die alone
And if we're good, we'll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go
In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death
Reading how we'll die alone
And if we're good, we'll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go
In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone
On my deathbed I will pray
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to heaven
To a place I recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The wine was bled
And there you led me on
And on I read
Until the day was gone
And I sat in regret
Of all the things I've done
For all that I've blessed
And all that I've wronged
In dreams until my death
I will wander on...
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