Da poesia que me encontra todo dia.
Se foi a música que vi nascer se desfazer dentro de mim.
Mas a minha sensibilidade está à flor da pele!
Na minha adolescência, esses momentos se expressavam bastante na curtição que eu tinha com o grunge. Quase uma ode à deprê, mas de sons muito bons.
Há um tempo já baixei por completo o álbum do Alice in Chains Unplugged.
Muito bom! Aqui embaixo uma amostra dos men in the box...
Down in a Hole
Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers
In a tomb... in bloom
Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
You don't understand who they
Thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man
Who wont let himself be
Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, losin' control
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied
Down in a hole and they've put all
The stones in their place
I've eaten the sun so my tongue
Has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty
Of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more
Of my feelings beneath
Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, losin' control
I'd like to fly but my
Wings have been so denied
Bury me softly in this womb
Oh I want to be inside of you
I give this part of me for you
Oh I want to be inside of you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers (oh I want to be inside of you)
In a tomb... in bloom
Oh I want to be inside...
Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, outta control
I'd like to fly but my
Wings have been so denied
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