quinta-feira, 14 de agosto de 2008

gates of the country/ nan and brian in bed



April
Back in New York
The 31st floor
It seems somehow everything's changed
The kitchen too small
Plates on the wall
The sound of machinery


May
Where have you been?
Who were you running with?
Wasn´t he someone you used to call home?
Where is the ring?
Where is the boy who went travelling alone?


She is much better without me.
She walks through the gates of the country
Her hands at her side
And I smile as I watch her walk by
Somehow I see there are ships in her eyes
She is better off now


June
The curtain is shut
The patterns are cut
The maid who will wake you at dawn
Pulls out a chair
Pulls down your hair
It´s just like you wanted


July
What´s going on?
What are you running from?
Why are you sleeping alone on the floor?
Some people change
Others hang on till they can't anymore


She is much better without me
She walks through the gates of the country
Hands at her side
And I smile as I watch her walk by
Somehow I see there are ships in her eyes
She is better off now.

She is much better without me
She walks through the gates of the country
Hands in the air
And I smile as I watch her walk by
Somehow I see there are ships in her eyes yeah
She is much better now.




Gates Of The Country, por Paul Durham para os Black Lab (álbum: Your Body Above Me, 1997)


Nan and Brian in Bed, de Nan Goldin, 1983

3 comentários:

your poison melody disse...

hum sabes perferi mil vezes a estrada perdida do David Lynch em relação ao mulholland drive...é um dos filmes da minha vida

Supermassive Black-Hole disse...

gosto mais do mulholland drive... é o ponto rebuçado do Lynch, antes da explosao completa do INLAND EMPIRE

your poison melody disse...

:)interessante...my msn mariacapucho@hotmail.com.