domingo, 12 de abril de 2009

The House Where Nobody Lives

Nunca conheci ninguém naquela casa. Apenas a casa, as paredes, as portas e uma certa luz que vinha de dentro, ou de um qualquer lugar indistinto. Negra, soturna, aquela casa sempre me fascinou, embora nunca soubesse bem porquê. As casas são corpos estranhos com vida dentro. São a pele rugosa das famílias, expostas ao frio, ao calor, ao vento. Mas aquela casa era diferente. Decadente, lugar de sombras sem alma. Aquela casa tinha algo que as outras casas não mostravam: era a casa dos ausentes, dos fantasmas que imaginava, dos sonhos e pesadelos que eu habitava.



The House Where Nobody Lives

There's a house on my block
That's abandoned and cold
Folks moved out of it a
Long time ago
And they took all their things
And they never came back
Looks like it's haunted
With the windows all cracked
And everyone call it
The house, the house where
Nobody lives
Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
Or did someone do somebody wrong?
Well the paint was all cracked
It was peeled off of the wood
Papers were stacked on the porch
Where I stood
And the weeds had grown up
Just as high as the door
There were birds in the chimney
And an old chest of drawers
Looks like no one will ever
Come back to the
House were nobody lives
Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
Or did someone do someone wrong?
So if you find someone
Someone to have, someone to hold
Don't trade it for silver
Don't trade it for gold
I hav´got all of life's treasures
And they are fine and they are good
They remind me that houses
Are just made of wood
What makes a house grand
Ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house
It's a palace for sure
Without love...
It ain't nothin but a house
A house where nobody lives
Without love it ain't nothin
But a house, a house where
Nobody lives

* a canção The House Where Nobody Lives pode ser encontrada no disco Mule Variations, de Tom Waits.

2 comentários:

Jorge A. Roque disse...

Sabes o que idolatro este disco. Depois, o som de todo o álbum é absolutamente incrível e qualquer putativo audiófilo o escolhe para impressionar os amigos. Nice post, dude.

Jorge A. Roque disse...

...ah, graças a ti já tenho programa para hoje: alegremente levar com estes coices de mula.