27/11/07

Pink bullets...

I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole

you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold

oh what a contrast you were

to the brutes in the halls

my timid young fingers held a decent animal.

Over the ramparts you tossed

the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers

tied to a brick sweet as a song

the years have been short but the days were long.

Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass

we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed

when our kite lines first crossed

we tied them into knots and to finally fly apart

we had to cut them off.

Since then it's been a book you read in reverse

you understand less as the pages turn

or a movie so crass

and awkardly cast

that even I could be the star.

I don't look back much as a rule

and all this way before murder was cool

but your memory is here and I'd like it to stay

warm light on a winters day.

Over the ramparts you tossed

the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers

tied to a brick

sweet as a song

the years have seemed short but the days go slowly by

two loose kites falling from the sky

drawn to the ground and an end to flight.

The Shins

4 comentarios:

nicoletta sueña dijo...

me encanta tu blog!!!!!!!!!

nicoletta sueña dijo...
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Screaming Butterfly dijo...

Me has descubierto una gran canción! Que letra más bonita, eso de los años son cortos y los días largos...
Me gustaron mucho las vaquitas de papel y sus sencillas representaciones...

la la la la (ahora la tengo en la cabeza)

Serge dijo...

Me alegra que te guste este tema.
Es un grupo, para mi parecer, muy especial, saben recoger esencias de otros tiempos y darles un toque actual con temas muy intimos, como este.
La verdad es que descubrí el video en youtube, aunque ya conocía la canción. Me gusto muchisimo la forma de llevarla a imagenes. muy acertada, sencilla pero llena de poesía.

que la disfrutes...un saludo