Músicas da minha vida (2) - Wallflowers - One Headlight

Como sou uma pessoa que gosta de ouvir tudo, é natural que hajam grandes discrepâncias (espero que seja assim que se escreve)relativamente às músicas que coloco aqui.
Esta em particular marcou um verão, talvez 1999, mais coisa menos coisa e é calminha mas tem uma letra interessante. Sempre que ía de carro para a praia ou outro lado qualquer esta música surgia a dada altura e realmente tinha uma sonoridade que na altura tocou. Ainda demorei uns anos a descobrir o nome e a banda, mas lá consegui.
A banda chama-se Wallflowers e o vocalista é o Jakob Dylan, filho do Bob. Por falar em Bob há uma anedota muito engraçada mas fica para outra altura para não ferir susceptibilidades.




Lírica:
Wallflowers - One Headlight Lyrics

So long ago, I don't remember when
That's when they say I lost my only friend
Well, they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
As I listened through the cemetery trees
I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
The long broken arm of human law
Now, it always seemed such a waste
She always had a pretty face
I wondered why she hung around this place

(CHORUS):
Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than
In the middle
But me and Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight

She said it's cold
It feels like Independence Day
And I can't break away from this parade
But there's got to be an opening
Somewhere here in front of me
Through this maze of ugliness and greed
And I seen the sun up ahead
At the county line bridge
Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead
We'll run until she's out of breath
She ran until there's nothin' left
She hit the end, it's just her window ledge

(CHORUS)

Well, this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
Well, it smells of cheap wine and cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think of death, it must be killin' me...

(CHORUS)

Gosto particularmente da frase a negrito.

Enjoy