Making Pies

Um das canções da minha vida (talvez a canção), é um retrato absoluto da solidão - a mais definitiva, a que já desistiu de tudo numa perfeita indiferença.

Patty Griffin, "Making Pies"

It's not far
I can walk
Down the block
To TableTalk
Close my eyes
Make the pies all day

Plastic cap
On my hair
I used to mind
Now I don't care
I used to mind
Now I don't care
Cause I'm gray

Did I show you this picture of my nephew
Taken at his big birthday surprise
At my sister's house last Sunday
This is Monday and I'm making pies
I'm making pies
Making pies

Thursday nights
I go and type
Down at the church
For Father Mike
It gets me out
And he ain't hard to like
At all

Jesus stares at me
In my chair
With his big blue eyes
And his honey brown hair
And he's looking at me
Way up there
On the wall

Did I show you this picture of my sweetheart
Taken of us before the war
Of the Greek and his Italian girl
One Sunday at the shore

We tied our ribbons to the fire escape
They were taken by the birds
Who flew home to the country
As the bombs rained on the world

5 am
Here I am
Walking the block
To TableTalk
You could cry or die
Or just make pies all day
I'm making pies
Making pies
Making pies
Making pies

Thank You

Canção a rodar em modo infinito.

Lizz Wright, "Thank You"

If the sun refused to shine
I will still be loving you
If the mountains crumbled to the sea
There would still be you and me

Kind man, I give you my all
Kind man, nothing more

Little drops of rain, whispers of the pain
Tears of love lost in days gone by
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong
Together we will go until we die

But my inspiration that's what you are to me
Inspiration, look and see

And now my world it smiles
Your hand in mine, we will walk for miles
Thanks to you it will be done
You are for me the only one

Happiness, no more be sad
Happiness, I am glad

Little drops of rain, whispers of the pain
Tears of love lost in days gone by
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong
Together we will go until we die

Yeah yeah I just want to thank you yeah
Oh oh oh I just want to thank you
Thank you yeah
Yeah yeah

Até ao fim

"A sós contigo. Toda a história do mundo reduzida a mim e a ti. Com muitas circunstâncias adjacentes sem importância nenhuma."

Vergílio Ferreira in "Até ao fim"

Nas tuas mãos

Escolhes um céu e um mar que quase juras não existir mesmo que ele ali irreal e uma vastidão a diluir-te em pequenez e encantamento.
Reparas depois que o dia tem um tempo perfeito - não encontras um segundo a mais, um gesto que não fosse dele, um sorriso que te não fizesse sorrir e entender o silêncio a seguir.
Não descobres uma canção que fosse de ouvir uma só vez sem o arrepio que te comove.
Sabes então que o dia foi um tempo perfeito porque lhe sentiste tanto a aragem nas mãos.

Flor de sal

Um grande álbum a colocar sal nestes dias de sabor distante.