7 de Novembro

Sabem quando sentem que foi um momento dado de mãos abertas e conseguiram sugá-lo até à última gota? Foi isso Nouvelle Vague, um conjunto de sons tão diferentes, vozes, posturas e nós as duas a rirmo-nos com a loucura, as drogas delas, e o homem dela que diz coisas disparatadas... Especial, verdadeiramente especial foi quando ela disse:

"Era o que lhe dirias?"

E eu só sorri.

I present you, ladies and gentleman, In a manner of speaking, ali por Nouvelle Vague:

In a Manner of speaking
I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing

In a manner of speaking
I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way that i feel about you
Is beyond words

Oh give me the words
Give me the words
But tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything

In a manner of speaking
Semantics won't do
In this life that we live we only make do
And the way that we feel
Might have to be sacrified

So in a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That just like you I should find a way
To tell you everything
By saying nothing.

Oh give me the words
Give me the words
But tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything

[E Fat Freddy's Drop vai ter de ficar para outra vez...]