Perquè m’encanta encara que em faci pensar en tu, per sort, de tu només tinc bons records i perquè se que em vas llegint per aquí, te la dedico.
Gràcies per haver-me descobert els Porcupine Tree fa tant temps quan la gent encara no en parlava.
Avui recordava nits de pluja a les 4 de la matinada tornant de Llançà… quines aventures, quan de tan joves ja jugàvem a tenir un pis propi…
I era divertit,
almenys no havia de patir per si el podries seguir pagant el següent mes,
i no em sentia impotent sabent que jo no et podia ajudar.
Blackest Eyes
A mother sings a lullaby to a child
Sometime in the future the boy goes wild
And all his nerves are feeling some kind of energy
A walk in the woods and I will try
Something under the trees that made you cry
It’s so erotic when your make up runs
I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes
A few minutes with me inside my van
Should be so beautiful if we can
I’m feeling something taking over me…
(Porcupine Tree- In Absentia)
