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The Rat by The Walkmen

You’ve got a nerve to be asking a favor
You’ve got a nerve to be calling my number
I know we’ve been through this before
Can’t you hear me, I’m calling out your name?
Can’t you see me, I’m pounding on your door?

You’ve got a nerve to be asking a favor
You’ve got a nerve to be calling my number
Can’t you hear me, I’m bleeding on the wall?
Can’t you see me, I’m pounding on your door?

Can’t you hear me when I’m calling out your name?

When I used to go out, I would know everyone that I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all

When I used to go out I’d know everyone I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all

When I used to go out I’d know everyone I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all

You’ve got a nerve to be asking a favor
You’ve got a nerve to be calling my number
I’m sure we’ve been through this before
Can’t you hear me, I’m beating on your wall?
Can’t you see me, I’m pounding on your door?

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Would you love me for my money

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you’re here
Brighten my northern sky.

I’ve been a long time that I’m waiting
Been a long that I’m blown
I’ve been a long time that I’ve wandered
Through the people I have known
Oh, if you would and you could
Straighten my new mind’s eye.

Would you love me for my money
Would you love me for my head
Would you love me through the winter
Would you love me ’til I’m dead
Oh, if you would and you could
Come blow your horn on high.

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you’re here
Brighten my northern sky.

Nick Drake – Northern Sky

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Plof

Fez plof e sumiu-se. Há onomatopeias providenciais. Imagine-se que tinhamos de descrever o processo de sumição do sujeito com todos os pormenores. Seriam precisas, pelo menos, dez páginas. Plof.

José Saramago, “A viagem do Elefante”

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Márcia – Vem

Não fujas de mim
Que eu cá não faço mal

Tenho este olhar assim
Que me diz que um beijo pode ser fatal

Eu não sei se o nosso eu
Prefiro achar que não

Não me interessa a solução
De estar longe… Tu e eu

O pai disse-me um dia em pleno bate papo
Que o dom desta família é virar príncipes em sapos
Tu queres ser um também

Dizia a minha mãe que o melhor da melodia
É virar o disco e vem logo uma nova companhia
Mas eu não quero assim.

Vem para mim…

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Did You See Him Cry – Pavlov’s Dog

How many times has he waited here
Beneath the boughs of angel hair
Woolen coat pulled tight against the wind
That whipped and chaffed his face
And left him that much more apart
From his old dreams that new lovers
Cannot own or hope to ever know
What’s behind an old man’s lonely eyes

When he’s alone and the sun is high
Children laugh and he’d like to hide
Days like these seem to hang on
For so long
They seem to drag him down
And leave him that much more apart
And he wishes someone would invite him home
To pass the time
Or maybe find some time
Or maybe

Did you see him cry

Did you ever watch him pace
And all the ways he tries to hide his face
Misplaced in a world not like his own
And did you ever stop to speak
Or hear him try to tell about
How she and he were lovers
Just like you
And they were just like you