Τετάρτη, 19 Ιουνίου 2013

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Florence and the machine - Over The Love

Ever since I was a child
I've turned it over in my mind
I sang by the piano
Tore my yellow dress and
Cried and cried and cried

And I don't want to see what I've seen
To undo what has been done
Turn off all the lights
Let the morning come, come

Now there's green light in my eyes
And my lover on my mind
And I sing from the piano
Tear my yellow dress and
Cry and cry and cry
Over the love of you

On this champagne-drunken home
Against the current of gold
Everybody see I love him
'Cause it's the feeling that you get
When the afternoon is set
On the bridge into the city

I don't want to see what I've seen
To undo what has been done
Turn off all the lights
Let the morning come

There's green light in my eyes
And my lover on my mind
And I sing from the piano
Tear my yellow dress and
Cry and cry and cry

'Cause your're a hard soul to save
With an ocean in the way
But I'll get around it
'Cause your’re a hard soul to save
With an ocean in the way
But I'll get around it

Now there's green light in my eyes
And my lover on my mind
And I sing from the piano
Tear my yellow dress and
Cry and cry and cry
Over the love of you

Cry and cry and cry
Over the love of you
(I can see the green light
I can see it in your eyes)
Cry and cry and cry
Over the love of you

I can see the green light
I can see it in your eyes
 
 
 
What are the chances - Dusk
 
Tell me what are the chances
of me drinking alone
of aching for you to the bone?
tell me what are the chances
this bottle could keep me alive
without you by my side?

and Tell me what are the chances
of me meeting you in the rain
with nothing to say...

I had a dream I was on fire
you were watching me closely
then you just left
I had a dream it turned into nightmare
you were light
now only darkness i see,
you were all I desired..

and Tell me what are the chances
of me meeting you in the rain
for second chances...

All my friends seem to remind me
of the bitterness that I feel
and how you despise me..
Tell me please what are the chances
of me leaving doors open wide ...
of you coming in with a smile..

and Tell me what are the chances of me meeting you in the rain
with nothing to say...
and Tell me what are the chances of me meeting you in the rain for second chances...

Tell me please is this the end ?
cause I've run out of chances my friend..
I've run out of chances..
Tell me please I'm closed to myself
I feel beaten and broken again..
beaten and broken..

and Tell me what are the chances of me
leaviing you in the rain
all covered in pain...?
and tell me what are the chances of you
passing me by in your car
when I was still there..
left alone with my chances ,
with my nightmares , withn my hopes and fears to dry...
you are a nightmare... it's a nightmare ...

What are the chances of me...?
What are the chances of you...?

Tell me please my guardiian angel...will you come for me?
will you come for me...?
 
 
Τα δεδομένα αλλάζουν, οι φωνές χαμηλώνουν, οι ερωτήσεις πληθαίνουν,
γίνονται γωνία αιχμή και πληγή..
Γίνονται όμως.
Και οι απαντήσεις καθηλώνουν και δίνουν ανάσες πίσω από τους φόβους.
Ανάμεσα σε μια νύχτα που παραμένει ωχρή και την αυγή ν αναβρύζει χρώματα.
Ανάμεσα σε ματιές γερασμένες
και άλλες της νίκης χωρίς καν τον πόλεμο,
χάθηκα απόψε, σ αυτά τα δυό τραγούδια.
Διπλός ο αριθμός.
Δυό ζευγάρια μάτια,
δυό τραγούδια,
δυό μήνες
Μετά.
Πάλι κοντά.
Αλλιώς πάλι.
Με όνομα, στίγμα και εικόνα.
Καλό βράδυ.

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