Saturday 17 March 2007

Say my name when you're sober

Say My Name – Within Temptation



Call Me When You’re Sober – Evanescence



Say my name,

Don’t cry to me,

So I will know you’re back,
If you loved me,
You’re here again for a while.
You would be here with me.
Oh, let us share
You want me?
The memories that only
Come find me,
We can share together.
Make up your mind.
Tell me about the days before I was born,

How we were as children.
Should I let you fall

And lose it all
You touch my hand,
So maybe you can remember yourself.
These colors come alive
Can’t keep believing,
In your heart and in your mind.
We’re only deceiving
I cross the borders of time,
Ourselves, and I’m sick of the lie.
Leaving today behind to be with you again.
And you’re too late...
We breathe the air,
Don’t cry to me,
Do you remember how you used to touch my hair?
If you loved me
You’re not aware,
You would be here with me.
Your hands keep still,
You want me?
You just don’t know that I am here.
Come find me,
It hurts too much,
Make up your mind.
I pray now that soon you’re released

To where you belong...

Couldn’t take the blame,


Sick with shame,

You touch my hand,
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
These colors come alive
Selfishly hated
In your heart and in your mind.
No wonder you’re jaded,
I cross the borders of time,
You can’t play the victim this time.
Leaving today behind to be with you again.
And you’re too late.

Please say my name,
So don’t cry to me,
Remember who I am,
If you loved me
You will find me in the world of yesterday.
You would be here with me.
You drift away again,
You want me?
Too far from where I am
Come find me.
When you ask me who I am.
Make up your mind.

Say my name,
You never call me when you’re sober,
These colors come alive
You only want it ’cause it’s over,
In your heart and in your mind.
Oh, it’s over!
I cross the borders of time,


Leaving today behind to be with you again.

How could I have burned paradise?

Say my name…

How could I? You were never mine…


So don’t cry to me,

If you loved me

Y
ou would be here with me.

D
on’t lie to me,

J
ust get your things,

I’
ve made up you mind.








Due modi di affrontare la stessa situazione. Due mesi fa, io ho optato per una via di mezzo.

5 comments:

  1. Mi piace il gotico. Mi piace il gotico fatto di gonne con crinoline e bustle, il gotico di seta nera e pizzo e merletti e taffetà e tulle. E i cappelli a cilindro. E le coroncine. Il gotico con i ghirigori sotto l'occhio e i guantini traforati, le camicie da notte antiche e finemente lavorate da gdr macchiate di sangue. Mi piacciono le mattinate in solitude sopra una lapide al cimitero. Il gotico dei poeti maledetti, di Ofelia, della ceralacca.



    Ma mi piacciono anche le contaminazioni. Confondere tutti gli "stili". Voi cosa ne pensate?

    Scusatemi per il commento stupido.

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  2. ciao, stavo facendo un giretto e sono capitate nel vostro blog, non vi dico che è bello, dato che non lo accettate (mi limito a pensarlo^^)anche io ho letto dorian gray, mi è piaciuto un casino, pure io andavo in extremelot, o meglio io c ho provato solo che non sono capace, non ci capisco niente, sarà perchè ho poca fantasia..uffi :(..va beh volevo solo farvi un saluto..ciao ciao..

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  3. bella questa cosa di confrontare 2canzoni così! mi ha fatto riflettere!



    bel blog, anyway!



    besos

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  4. Le canzoni sono parti di noi, non c'è niente da fare. E lo trovo bellissimo.



    .S.

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  5. te l'ho mai detto che sei il mio fissato preferito?

    tibacioetistringofortefortefortetesoro.

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