Pedroluts

Where We Were

If wasn’t the wind that took you
Maybe was the wounds that became scars
In the cold night, with a sunny moon
I dismantle your throne with my own arms

Let’s get back to where we were
When liver was our most important part

Could this be happening if we were younger?
Or just ocured with the matter of time
I don’t know if I can stay much longer
‘Cause I have to be where I can hide

Let’s get back to where we were
When we didn’t want to be at home

I get back to the same street I was in
And truly became filled with lies
Good ol’ days when we used sink
In the happiness of uncertain wide

Let’s get back to where we were
And please don’t change your hair

Nor was the young, nor was the elderly
You changed ‘cause life convinced you
You use your heart as some kind of jewerly
But forgot that someone just want to be with you

Let’s get back to where we were
When feelings didn’t have names

Emptiness Aside

I think I could live with no brain
But I don’t feel the same about the heart
Every night that I spend on that lonesome room
I think how would be to fall

    I’m in the middle of nowhere
    Tryin’ to guess how could I get out of there

I wake at the dawn and the first thing in my thought
Is you and your subtle smile
How could I get the chance to get by
If you, my dear, don’t see my wear

    Is not when I’m forlorn or when I’m awake
    Not only when I disrupt your sleep to say it’s daybreak

    When I see the emptiness in my side
    I comment to myself those quotation that slide

Who Am I

I’m in the middle of the lake
I can see all the shore
But I can’t fell the bottom
Who am I

I have a battle to struggle
But I don’t know the enemy
I just know I have sorrow
Perhaps the foe is me

I walked alone this evening
Thru the pages of my life
I could see all the letters
But no words could be found

Every spirit is a person
Every person is a guide
You can’t devide the feelling
Or wear a desguise

    My silence within sentences
    My senses in my hand
    My head in shifted frequency
    Frequently asks me who i am

Actions/Words

I pay more attention to your actions than to your words
It may seem more sincere
You don’t crawl into my home in the afternoon
Maybe you don’t wanna make all clear

The sun lights my room, but the moon shines my soul
I don’t know if you’re far or near
My whisky’s almost over and I’m not even high
And I remember you, sweet as a beer

You travelled back home to work on the cage
I know you doesn’t change because you fear
My wounded rhymes could be a ragtime
But instead I made this song of my tear

And your actions dismiss my veil
In my vain it’s sorrow that reigns
I know your way, your preferences with game
I stick with my road, with my ball in chains.

Conheci Meschiya Lake nas andanças pelo Youtube. No primeiro vídeo que vi, ela cantava nas ruas de New Orleans, sem qualquer microfonação, e sua voz era potente, com ótimo timbre e perfeita interpretação.

Ao ouvir seu CD, a faixa que o intitula me pegou na primeira audição. E tive que aprender a tocá-la.