So if you don't lose patience with my fumbling around
I'll come up singing for you, even when I'm down
Nunca pensei espalhar por aqui letras de inúmeros artistas que gosto e que diariamente vou ouvindo, pelo simples facto de essas palavras poderem não dizer grande coisa ao outro, o que seria bem provável tendo em conta 50% das músicas de que gosto, mas, digamos que ao "inaugurar" essa onda com o post anterior, talvez o comece a fazer mais assiduamente, não fosse a música um aspecto tão presente na minha vida.
Hoje, tenho dedicado especial tempo no Windows media player deste já grisalho computador, a músicas mais alternativas, ou que usualmente não oiço tanto, pois até me considero uma pessoa a nível musical com um gosto alargado, o que é diferente de preferências…, e escutava há bocado algumas das poucas músicas que tenho de Nina Simone.
Sinceramente é uma artista que conheço pouco, assim como o género. Não por falta de gosto, mas simplesmente por falta de conhecimento. Se tenho estas músicas por aqui, deve-se ao facto de a Rita me ter falado nesta artista, e despertado curiosidade.
Porém, embora os ficheiros não sejam muitos, andei a deitar um olho a algumas letras desta mesma cantora, e ouve uma em especial que me agradou mesmo só com uma leitura rápida.
Em todo este contexto, deixar então essa letra por aqui, com especial dedicatória para a Ritinha, com um grande beijinho de melhoras *
Stars
I was never one for singing what I really feel
Except tonight I'm bringing everything I know that's real
Stars, they come and go, they come fast or slow
They go like the last light of the sun, all in a blaze
And all you see is glory
Hey but it gets lonely there when there's no one here to share
We can shake it away, if you'll hear a story
People lust for fame like athletes in a game,
we break our collarbones and come up swinging,
some of us are downed
some of us are crowned, and some are lost and never found
But most have seen it all,
they live their lives in sad cafes and music halls
They always come up singing
Some make it when they're young,
before the world has done its dirty job
and later on someone will say
"You've had your day, now you must make way"
But they'll never know the pain of living with a name you never owned
or the many years forgetting what you know too well
That the ones who gave the crown have been let down
You try to make amends without defending
Perhaps pretending you never saw the eyes of grown men of twenty-five
that follow as you walk and ask for autographs
Or kiss you on the cheek and you never can believe they really loved you
Some make it when they're old
(Perhaps they have a soul they're not afraid to bare
or perhaps there's nothing there)
Stars, they come and go, they come fast they come slow
They go like the last light of the sun, all in a blaze
And all you see is glory
But most have seen it all,
they live their lives in sad cafes and music halls
They always have a story
Some women have a body men will want to see
and so they put it on display
Some people play a fine guitar, I could listen to them play all day
Some ladies really move across the stage and gee, they sure can dance
I guess I could learn how, if I gave it half a chance
But I always feel so funny when my body tries to soar
And I seem to always worry about missing the next chord
I guess there isn't anything to put up on display
Except the tunes, and whatever else I say
But anyway, that isn't really what I meant to say
I meant to tell a story, I live from day to day
Stars, they come and go, they're coming fast they come slow
They go like the last light of the sun, all in a blaze
And all you see is glory
But most have seen it all,
who live their lives in sad cafes and music halls
And we always have a story
So if you don't lose patience with my fumbling around
I'll come up singing for you, even when I'm down