sábado, 20 de maio de 2006

Where The Wild Roses Grow


Estou com esta música na cabeça desde anteontem e não consigo parar de ouvir...

e o faço seguidamente, sem intevalos, e não me canso, ao contrário, quero mais e mais.
É boa demais, é doida demais, é quase verdadeira... talvez uma fábula ou uma história de terror.
Ou apenas, uma alegoria.



Where The Wild Roses Grow
Nick Cave e Kylie Minogue


He called me the wild ro-ose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why he called me that I do not kno-ow
For my name was Elisa Day


From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
Her lips were the colour of the roses
That grow down the river all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man and with a careful hand
He wiped off the tears that run down my face


He called me the wild ro-ose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why he called me that I do not kno-ow
For my name was Elisa DayChorus


On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said "Do you know where the wild roses grow
so sweet and scarlet and free?"

On the second day he came with a single red rose
He said "Give me your lust and your sorrow"
I nodded my head as I lay on the bed
"If I show you the roses, will you follow?"


He called me the wild ro-ose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why he called me that I do not kno-ow
For my name was Elisa Day


On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a martyr word
As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
She lay on the bank going light as a thief (?)
And I kissed her goodbye, said all beauty must die
And I leant down and planted a rose between her teeth


He called me the wild ro-ose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why he called me that I do not kno-ow
For my name was Elisa Day



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