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En esta edición de Líricas:
Suzanne Vega "Caramel", Björk "I Miss You", Portishead "All Mine", Paula Cole "FeelinīLove", Peter Gabriel "I Grieve" |
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Portishead |
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Björk |
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Suzanne Vega |
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All mine
All the stars may shine bright
all the clouds may be white
but when you smile
ohh how I feel so good
that I can hardly wait
to hold you
enfold you
never enough
render your heart to me |
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I miss you
I miss you
but I havenīt met you yet
so special
but it hasnīt happened yet
you are so gorgeus
but I havenīt met you yet
I remember
but it hasnīt happened yet |
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Caramel
It wonī t do
to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon
and long for you
It wonī t do
to stir a deep desire
to fan a hidden fire
that can never burn true |
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and if you believe in dreams
or what is more important
that dreams can come true
I will meet you
I was peaking
but It hasn`t happened yet
I havenīt given
my best souvenir
I miss you
but I havenīt met you yet
I know your habits
but wouldnīt recognize you yet |
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All mine..........
you have to be
From that cloud, number nine
danger starts the sharp incline
and such sad regrets
ohh as those starry skics
as they swiftly fall
make no mistake
you shanīt escape
tethered and tied
thereīs nowhere to hide from me
All mine...........
you have to be
donīt resist
we shall exist
until the day I die
until the day I die
All mine...........
you have to be
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I know your name
I know your skin
I know the way
these things begin:
But I donī t know
how I would live with myself
what Iīd forgive of myself
if you donīt go |
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So goodbye
sweet appetite
no single bite
could satisfy... |
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and if you believe in dreams
or what is more important
that dreams can come true
I will meet you
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I know your name
I know your skin
I know the way
these things begin:
But I donī t know
what I would give of myself
how I would live with myself
if you donīt go |
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Iīm so impatient
I canīt stand the wait
when will I get my cuddle?
who are you?
I know by now that youīll arrive
by the time I stop waiting
I miss you |
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Barrow/Gibbons/Utley
"Portishead" |
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It wonī t do
to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon
and long for you
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Suzanne Vega
"nine objects of desire" |
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Björk/Howie/Berntein
"Post" |
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Peter Gabriel |
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It was only one hour ago. It was all so differente then. Nothing yet has really sunk in. Looks like it always did. This flesh and bones. Is just the way that we had tied it. But thereīs no one home. I grieve for you. And you leave me. |
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So hard to move on. Still loving whatīs gone. Say life carries on, carries on and on and on and on. The news that truly shocks. Is the empty, empty page. While the final rettle rocks its empty, empty cage. And I canīt handle this. I grieve for you. You leave me. Let it out and move on. Life carries on in the people I meet. In everyone thatīs out on the street. |
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In all the dogs and cats. In the flies and rats. In the rot and the rus. In the ashes and the dust. Life carries on, and on, and on, and on. Just the car that we ride in.The home we reside in. The face that we hide in.The way we are tied in .As life carries on, and on, and on. Life carries on, and on, and on. Did I dream this belief or Did I believe this dream. I will find relief. I grieve. |
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I Grieve |
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Paula Cole |
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You make me feel like a sticky pistil. Leaning into her stamen. You make me feel like Mr. Sunshine himself. You make me feel like a splendor in the grass where weīre rolling. Dam skippy baby. You make me feel like the Amazonīs running between my thigths. You make feel love. You make me feel like a candy apple all red and horny. You make me feel like I want to be the dumb blonde in a Centerfold, the girl next door. And I would open the door and Ilī be all wet. With my tits soaking through this tiny little t-shirt that Iīm wearing and you would open the door and tie me up to the bed. You mahe me feel love. Lover I donīt know who I am. Am I Barry White - am I Isis? Lover Iīm laced with your unconscius, I will be your Desdemona. You make feel. You make me feel. You make me feel. You make me feel Loved. |
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Feelinī Love |
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