às vezes gostava que fossemos uma águia

gosto muito da ideia de sonhar com a perfeição. o tudo perfeito. a vontade que se tem quando se acorda de ter registado, de ter sentido e de ter prolongado.
e então imaginem que se anota enquanto se sonha
a canção perfeita
e fora do transe: é incompreensível.
este álbum sabe-me muito bem. muito bem mesmo. deixo a letra da história. eid ma clack shaw.

Working through death's pain

Last night I swear I felt your touch
Gentle and warm
The hair stood on my arms
How, how, how?

Show me the way, show me the way, show me the way
To shake a memory

I flipped my forelock, I twitched my withers, I reared and bucked
I could not put my rider aground
All these fine memories are fuckin' me down

I dreamed it was a dream that you were gone
I woke up feeling so ripped by reality
Love is the king of the beasts
And when it gets hungry it must kill to eat
Love is the king of the beasts
A lion walking down city streets

I fell back asleep some time later on
And I dreamed the perfect song
It held all the answers, like hands laid on

I woke halfway and scribbled it down
And in the morning what I wrote I read
It was hard to read at first but here's what it said

Eid ma clack shaw
Zupoven del ba
Mertepy ven seinur
Cofally ragdah

Show me the way, show me the way, show me the way
To shake a memory