Another round of interviews Another pointless party I really shuold be getting home They say that's where the heart is The taxi driver asks me Where I'd like to go And suddenly i'm unsure Suddenly I just don't know Where do icall home
It's where the heart is
Yes, i've had a good life But still i can't help wondering If i'd gone a different road What would have become of me In another universe Am i still living there A bored suburban house-wife Slowly tearing out her hair Who can't escape her home
It's where the heart is
A certain taste of liquorice The sound of jackdaws in the trees The smell of silver polish Waking dormant memories Why now after all this time Is it flooding back to me No one said, " come back to me Back where you belong It's time that you came home"
It's where the heart is
Skipping ropes and pipe-smoke Church bells on a Sunday Marmalade on cold toast Endles summer holidays The hay-rides in the trailor The mad dash for the sea The bitter tast of failure The thrill of victory
I never will be home
Anònim ha dit…
Bon dia !! avui et porto jo els croissants n'hi ha de mes per si ve l'Arare ;)****
Sense nosaltres no tindries necessitat de fer tant cafè! més tranquil, estaries, ja t'ho dic jo. Jo us porto els diaris. Va, per tu l'ABC i ler l'Onix El Mundo..
Ai! Ai! Ai!
d'acoooooooooooooooord, ja me'ls emportoooooooo, com es posen per no res!
Au va, veniu tots dos, que ens n'anem a navegar.
Petó de veles blanques. (Un somriure per l'Onix)
Anònim ha dit…
El blau, la boira, el no res, la dansa del caminar. M'agrada el poema i la relació que guarda amb la fotografia. Salutacions company!
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(Jane Birkin Album:Fictions)
Another round of interviews
Another pointless party
I really shuold be getting home
They say that's where the heart is
The taxi driver asks me
Where I'd like to go
And suddenly i'm unsure
Suddenly I just don't know
Where do icall home
It's where the heart is
Yes, i've had a good life
But still i can't help wondering
If i'd gone a different road
What would have become of me
In another universe
Am i still living there
A bored suburban house-wife
Slowly tearing out her hair
Who can't escape her home
It's where the heart is
A certain taste of liquorice
The sound of jackdaws in the trees
The smell of silver polish
Waking dormant memories
Why now after all this time
Is it flooding back to me
No one said, " come back to me
Back where you belong
It's time that you came home"
It's where the heart is
Skipping ropes and pipe-smoke
Church bells on a Sunday
Marmalade on cold toast
Endles summer holidays
The hay-rides in the trailor
The mad dash for the sea
The bitter tast of failure
The thrill of victory
I never will be home
Què seria de mi sense vosaltres....!!!
;)*****
Jo us porto els diaris. Va, per tu l'ABC i ler l'Onix El Mundo..
Ai! Ai!
Ai!
d'acoooooooooooooooord, ja me'ls emportoooooooo, com es posen per no res!
Au va, veniu tots dos, que ens n'anem a navegar.
Petó de veles blanques. (Un somriure per l'Onix)
M'agrada el poema i la relació que guarda amb la fotografia.
Salutacions company!