Gary Jules - Mad World
Da banda sonora desse grande filme, "Donnie Darko". Deu a conhecer ao mundo o Jake Gyllenhaal antes de ele aparecer nos ecrãs a sentir o bafo de outro homem no pescoço. Para ouvir em casa, a meia-luz.
Letra:
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tommorow, no tommorow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
’cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tommorow, no tommorow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
’cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
3 comments:
Adoro esta música! Se a tiveres envia-ma! É LINDA!
Ai... eu tive que clicar para ouvir a TAL música... é mesmo muito gira, mas tão triste... :( raios partam pá...
A que eu pus agora (#7) também não é propriamente feliz da vida... mas a #8 (semana que vem) é que vai jogar todos os restos de felicidade para o fundo de um poço e cobri-los com sete palmos de terra... me aguardem
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