[Queres é (a) Letra!] Bruno Pernadas - YA YA BREATHE

Poesia em estado puro, com epopeia sonora a acompanhar. YA YA BREATHE são 13 minutos de uma viagem entre a memória e o presente, num per...


Poesia em estado puro, com epopeia sonora a acompanhar. YA YA BREATHE são 13 minutos de uma viagem entre a memória e o presente, num percurso emocional deambulante. Perdemo-nos e encontramo-nos nela, entre harmonias e desarmonias, entre caminhos que nos parecem de outros universos e outros que nos são mais familiares. Está aqui uma bela composição tanto musical como lírica :) 


 Sometimes I go 
Wondering about 
And you know, how bad can it be? 
And you know, how bad can it be? 
‘cause sometimes I die 
Thinking of you and me 
But you don’t see it 
Far as I know 
Down 

And I don’t care if you die tomorrow 
And it’s your last goal 
Never had guessed ‘cause you’re always so far  
And it seems like you’re building a time trap
On your own 

Sometimes I go 
Wondering about 
And you know, how bad as can be 
And you know, how bad can it be? 
‘cause sometimes I die  
Thinking of you and me  
But you don’t see it 
Far as I know 
Down 

And you can go into the sea 
And you can go and walk and say 
What have I done to myself 
|: If you collapse it’s all the same (3x) :| 

[sample: radio and wire did everything else] 

Long ago, long ago… 

YA YA BREATHE II 

What am I doing here, said the young man to the sacred bull  
I travelled so far to get here, and yet I still don’t know why  
I must have done something wrong in the pathway 
That’s not the face I was hopping to see, that’s not it 
That’s not my loved one Said the young man to the sacred bull  
They were singing a song, a lullaby 

Long ago, long ago  

I don’t belong here 
This is not my place on earth, he said 
Follow the white line, and you shall find the golden path 
Said the sacred bull to the young man 
Follow the golden path, and you shall find what you’re looking for 
But that’s not the song they ‘ve been searching for 
That’s not the sound 
That’s not the loved one 

Long ago... 

I met a guy 
Who talked talks so loud  
He thinks he’s great 
He think’s he’s hot 
and I don’t mind 
I don’t care 
I don’t mind 
I don’t care whatever happens 
And who knows what could happen  
Who cares? 

I know a guy 
that used to cry 
who used to say things like  
You won’t die, as long as I’m around  
As long as I’m around 

You ain’t telling me 
I met a guy 
Who talks so loud  
He thinks he’s great 
He think’s he’s hot 
and I don’t mind 
I don’t care 
I don’t mind 
I don’t care whatever happens 
And who knows what could happen 
Who cares? 

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