Pedro, temos que pegar nesta:
No time at all
No time at all
And she feels the years slipping away
She feels the years peeling away
All her dreams in the gutter
Her future down the drain
She’s wasting away
No ambition remains
She never expected
To feel this much pain
So empty inside
And no one to blame
And she asks
Is there time?
Is there time left in me?
Is there time?
Is there time to break free?
Is there time?
Is there time to start again?
This bitter sweet dream remains
All the plans that she made
Have been washed away
She just cries in the dark
Slowly going insane
So she’s fat and she’s old
And she feels a disgrace
And all that she hoped for
Never took place
And she asks
Is there time?
Is there time left in me?
Is there time?
Is there time to break free?
Is there time?
Is there time to start again?
Or is it too late?
nice song!
Os artistas deprimidos são os melhores, mas todos nós temos os nossos dias, uns bons outros maus, mas como bem fizeste canalizaste essa “depressão” para fazer coisas construtivas, …é uma boa canção.
Cumprimentos.
Há um cantautor excepcional, inglês, que eu oiço muito (Peter Hammill), que canta:
What’s the good of songs, anyway?
They’re just exercises in solitude…
Gosto de sugerir, mas não gosto de me intrometer. No entanto, aqui vai um comentário não inofensivo:
Li a letra e acho que se transpuseres tudo para a 1ª pessoa o impacto é enorme.
Fica mais real, mais sério, obrigas o espectador a virar a cara com dificuldade a encarar-te de frente.