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Tears dry on their own

 

Ontem o início do Rock in Rio estava marcado pela actuação de Amy Winehouse. Não porque tem uma voz portentosa e tem ganho uma data de prémios ultimamente. Apenas pelo gozo e pela antecipação dos disparates que ela faria.

 

Viria, não viria? Estaria bêbeda, drogada? Diria obscenidades? O espectáculo que se pagara era para assistir aos desmandos de uma triste estrela amassada.

 

Pois não foram goradas as espectativas. Ouvi na televisão, em reportagem e em várias revisões da matéria, a figura anoréctica, desconchavada e periclitante, desculpando-se, chorando e tropeçando, sem voz nem fio de esperança.

 

Faz-me mal ver a degradação a que as pessoas chegam. O talento não chega. Falta a dignidade e uma cabeça minimamente preparada para o horror da glória.

 

Aqui fica uma excelente amostra do que Amy Winehouse pode ser: Tears dry on their own.

 

 

All I can ever be to you,
Is a darkness that we knew,
And this regret I've got accustomed to,
Once it was so right,
When we were at our high,
Waiting for you in the hotel at night,
I knew I hadn't met my match,
But every moment we could snatch,
I don't know why I got so attached,
It's my responsibility,
And you don't owe nothing to me,
But to walk away I have no capacity

 

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in your way, in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own,

 

I don't understand,
Why do I stress A man,
When there's so many bigger things at hand,
We could a never had it all,
We had to hit a wall,
So this is inevitable withdrawal,
Even if I stop wanting you,
A Perspective pushes true,
I'll be some next man's other woman soon,

I shouldn't play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men,

 

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in your way, in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own,

 

So we are history,
YOUR shadow covers me
The sky above,
A blaze only that lovers see

 

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in your way, in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own,


I wish I could say no regrets,
And no emotional debts,
Cause that kiss goodbye the sun sets,
So we are history,
The shadow covers me,
The sky above a blaze that only lovers see,

 

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in your way, in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own,
 

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in your way, in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own,

 

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in you way,
My deep shade,
My tears dry