Deslices

Deslices

viernes, 24 de enero de 2014

Tom Verlaine "Song"


"I think of you, I think of you. 
I had this friend 
who told me that 
Coincidence 
cannot articulate the best 
Events. 
She said she'd rather think of 
Everything as accident, after all,
 it's all heaven-sent.
 She said I don't think 
Good but I know how to wait 
as if
 when You wait it is not hours but some forgotten 
Sense of time. 
It's very kind of all those Powers 
to feature love without design. 
Letters arrive, spelling out the wish so 
Clear, making a language of desire and fear. 
You said it's not that way... 
God is not  for me the 
Name of God... you'll send a drawing of the heart 
I don't draw well but I know how to wait as if... 
When you wait, it´s not hour
This unforgotten sense of time
It´s very kind
of all therse powers
to feature love without design
I think of you listening to your father's voice... 
Those endless speeches on 'The Gift of Choice'. 
Love's not a story I could ever read or write... 
I guess you'd say I'm not so bright. Show me 
How you wait... as if... 
When you wait, it´s not hour
This unforgotten sense of time
It´s very kind
of all therse powers
to feature love without design
I am so fond of you, so
 fond of you. 
When you wait, it´s not hour
This unforgotten sense of time
It´s very kind
of all therse powers
to feature love without design
These difficult questions tell me a joke.
 
I am so fond of you, so
 fond of you. 
I am so fond of you, so
 fond of you.