Smoke

Living next door to challenge
Things will never be the same again
I close my eyes and remember
A place in the sun
Where we used to live

You’re sneaking around out there
Hoping that I step on out
He longs for me, and someday we
Will go downtown
To Levy’s bar

Ask someone who knew me
They will never be the same again
They tell their lives through sunken eyes
Inside a song, it makes me cry

Even though I know
This ship will still sail on
Long after I’m gone
Gone…I will be gone

In this world of wisdom
No one never really has a clue
They kill their lives every day
With what they say and what they do

Heaven knows I know
That the ship will still sail on
Long after I’m gone
Gone…I will be gone

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong
Wrong

There’s something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It puts the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
With the wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies, on the wrong vibes
The wrong questions with the wrong replies
Wrong
Wrong

I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook
Made the wrong move, every wrong night
With the wrong tune played till it sounded right yah
Wrong
Wrong

Too long
Wrong

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong

I’m sticking with you
‘Cos I’m made out of glue
Anything that you might do
I’m gonna do too

You held up a stage coach in the rain
And I’m doing the same
Saw you’re hanging from a tree
And I made believe it was me

I’m sticking with you
‘Cos I’m made out of glue
Anything that you might do
I’m gonna do too

Some people go into the stratosphere
Soldiers fighting with the Cong

But with you by my side I can do anything
When we swing
We hang past right or wrong

I’ll do anything for you
Anything you want me too
I’ll do anything for you
Oohoh I’m sticking with you
Oohoh I’m sticking with you
Oohoh I’m sticking with you

I couldn’t stop myself
I knew I’d do it again
But I could heal myself,
If I could feel your skin
And if I comprehend this moment
I know we’ll live again
And if I heal your wound
We will make love again
And now we’re slipping through this millenium
We should feel sorry for the people
Can I kiss your skin?
And there’s hunger in the desert.
And missiles in the sky
And every soul is interwoven
Before the wrong or right
I know we’ll live again
Though it’s just a feeling
I know we’ll never end
I’ll keep you company
by: Swans

Ouça:

Matando por companhia
Eu não pude me impedir
Eu sabia que faria novamente
Porém, eu poderia me curar
Se eu pudesse sentir sua pele
E se eu compreender esse momento
Eu sei que viveremos novamente
E depois que eu curar seu ferimento
Nos faremos amor novamente
E agora estamos escorrendo por esete milênio
Nós deveríamos sentir pena das pessoas
Posso beijar sua pele?
E há fome no deserto.
E mísseis no céu
E todas as almas estão entrelaçadas
Antes do errado ou certo
Eu sei que viveremos novamente
Apesar de ser só um palpite
Sei que nunca terminaremos
Eu sustentarei sua companhia

Kiss me again, rekiss me and kiss me
Slip your frigid hands beneath my shirt
This useless old fucker with his twinkling cunt
Doesnt care if he gets hurt

Green eyes, green eyes
Green eyes, green eyes

If it were but a matter of faith
If it were measured in petitions and prayer
She would materialize, all fleshed out
But it is not, nor do I care

Green eyes, green eyes
Green eyes, green eyes

So hold me and hold me, dont tell me your name
This morning will be wiser than this evening is
Then leave me to my enemied dreams
And be quiet as you are leaving this

Green eyes…
Green eyes, green eyes
Green eyes, green eyes
Green eyes, green eyes

Beije-me novamente, outro beijo e beije-me
Deslize suas mãos frígidas por baixo de minha camisa
Este velho filho da puta com sua xoxota novinha
não se importa em se machucar

Olhos verdes, olhos verdes
Olhos verdes, olhos verdes

Se fosse menos uma questão de fé
Se fosse medido em petições e preces
Ela se materializaria, toda em carnes
Mas não é, nem me importo

Olhos verdes, olhos verdes
Olhos verdes, olhos verdes

Então me abrace e me abrece, não me diga seu nome
Esta manhão será mais esperta do que esta tarde
Então me deixe com meus sonhos inimigos
E seja silenciosa pois você está deixando isto.

Olhos verdes…
Olhos verdes, olhos verdes
Olhos verdes, olhos verdes
Olhos verdes, olhos verdes