domingo, 14 de fevereiro de 2010

Dia de Tim

4 comentários:

  1. Não consigo dissociar o Tim da sua enorme expressividade emotional (tão bem reflectida nas suas multi-oitavas!)de ternura triste,de angustia chorada.
    Era um lírico! :)

    Gosto do "psicadelismo" do "I Never Asked To Be your Mountain".Em ambas as interpretações Buckley.A de Tim e a de Jeff.

    "O Flying Flying Fish
    Please flutter by my door:
    Yes you can drink my lies
    If first you read my eyes:
    Each one is titled
    "I'm drowning back to you":
    I can't swim your waters
    And you can't walk my lands:
    I'm sailing all my sins
    And I'm climbing all my fears
    And soon now I'll fly

    O I never asked to be your mountain
    I never asked to fly
    Remember when you came to me
    And told me of his lies
    You didn't understand my love
    You don't know why I try
    And the rain was falling on that day
    And that's the reason why"

    Parabéns,Tim! *

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  2. Ah!E parabéns também a todas as excentricidades românticas,à solta! :))

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  3. :) XIIzinho, lindas as palavras que escreveste. Tim-o-lírico-psicadélico-tímido-inconformado. Só podia ilustrar o dia de hoje, de S. Valentim...
    Bj*

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