I used to think I was making movies for the ears - writing them, directing them, releasing them. Kind of making a fiction in a non-fiction world. Taking the real world and then getting rid of certain things that I didn't want to be there and adding certain things that I hoped would have been there. I was overly maudlin and romantic and I really hadn't grown up. I still very much lived in a fantasy world. But I like that Blue Valentines song. Still play it sometimes.
Blue Valentines
She sends me blue valentines
All the way from Philadelphia
To mark the anniversary
Of someone that I used to be
And it feels like a warrant
Is out for my arrest
Baby, you got me checkin’ in my rearview mirror
That’s why I'm always on the run
It’s why I changed my name
And I didn't think you'd ever find me here
To send me blue valentines
Like half forgotten dreams
Like a pebble in my shoe
As I walk these streets
And the ghost of your memory
Baby, it’s the thistle in the kiss
It’s the burglar that can break a rose’s neck
It's the tatooed broken promise I gotta hide beneath my sleeve
I’m gonna see you every time I turn my back
Oh, you send me blue valentines
Though I try to remain at large
They're insisting that our love must have a eulogy
Why do I save all this madness
Here in the nightstand drawer
There to haunt ’pon my shoulders
Baby, I know I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go
With this blind and broken heart
That sleeps beneath my lapel
Instead these blue valentines
To remind me of my cardinal sin
I can never wash the guilt
Or get these bloodstains off my hands
And it takes a whole lot of whiskey
To make these nightmares go away
And I cut my bleedin’ heart out every night
And I’m gonna die just a little more
On each St. Valentine’s day(4)
Don’t you remember I promised I would write you
These blue valentines
Blue valentines
Blue valentines
Tom Waits
e com a canção que me iniciou na música do tio tom termina esta semana dedicada ao Deus
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