sabato 24 gennaio 2009

Black

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
We laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Ooh all I taught her was everything
Ooh I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside
I'm sorrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything.
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything

All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be...

I know someday you'll have a beatiful life
I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine?

Too doo doo too, too doo doo


Music by Stone Gossard
Lyrics by Eddie Vedder

1 commento:

.andré ha detto...

e come non lasciare un segno del mio passaggio d'innanzi a un tale capolavoro della parola scritta e della nota suonata. mi troverai sempre concorde su questo.

cya man, take care



And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything.