É incrível como duas músicas, feitas em épocas totalmente diferentes, podem causar as mesmas reações em quem as escuta A primeira foi gravada por um grupo que poucos conhecem (rs), chamado Led Zeppelin e está no disco “Led Zeppelin III”, lançado em 1970.
A segunda é do esquisitíssimo para uns, sensacional para outros, Mars Volta. Com suas músicas longas para os padrões roqueiros, com temas de 15/20 minutos de duração, eles mostram toda sua verborragia nesta canção, presente no disco “Frances the Mute”, de 2005.
Com vocês: “Since I’ve Been Loving You” e “The Widow”, respectivamente.
Santé!
It really makes my life a drag,
I don’t think that’s right.
I’ve really, really been the best of fools,
I did what I could,
‘Cause I love you, baby,
How I love you, darling,
How I love you, baby,
How I love you, girl, little girl.
But baby, since I’ve been loving you, yeah,
I’m about to lose my worried mind, oh, yeah.
Everybody trying to tell me
That you didn’t mean me no good.
I’ve been trying, lord, let me tell you,
Let me tell you I really did the best I could.
I’ve been working seven to eleven every night,
It kinda makes my life a drag.
Lord, you know it ain’t right.
Since I’ve been loving you,
I’m about to lose my worried mind.
Said I’ve been crying,
My tears they fell like rain,
Don’t you hear,
Don’t you hear them falling,
Don’t you hear,
Don’t you hear them falling.
Do you remember, mama, when I knocked upon your door?
I said you had the nerve to tell me
You didn’t want me no more,
I open my front door hearing my back door slam,
You must have one of them new fangled,
New fangled back door man,
I’ve been working from seven, seven, seven,
To eleven every night,
It kinda makes my life a drag, a drag, drag,
Ah, yeah, it makes a drag.
Baby, since I’ve been loving you,
I’m about to lose,I’m about to lose, lose my worried mind
"The Widow" (de Cedric Bixler-Zavala)
He's got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shardes
They're the kind that will talk
Through a weezing of coughs
And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every time he just makes me warm
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows that the taste is such
Such to die for
And I hear him every night
On every street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Oh lord
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore
Everynight
in every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
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