martedì 16 giugno 2009

Tom, pigliammc' 'sta nuttat' comm' ven'

She sends me blue valentines

all the way from philadelphia

to mark the anniversary

of someone that I used to be

and it feels just like there's

a warrant out for my arrest

got me checkin' in my rearview mirrror

and I'm always on the run

thats why I change my name

and I didn't think you'd ever find me here



to send me blue valentines

like half forgotten dreams

like a pebble in my shoe

as I walk these streets

and the ghost of your memory

is the thistle in the kiss

and the burgler that that can break a roses neck

it's the tattooed broken promise

that I hide beneath my sleeve

and I see you every time I turn my back



she sends me blue valentines

though I try to remain at large

they're insisting that our love

must have a culogy

why do I save all of this madness

in the nightstand drawer

there to haunt upon my shoulders

baby I know

I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go

with a blind and broken heart

that sleeps beneath my lapel



she sends me blue valentines

to remind me of my cardinal sin

I can never wash the guilt

or get these bloodstains off my hands

and it takes a lot of whiskey

to make these nightmares go away

and I cut my bleedin' heart out every nite

and I die a little more on each st. valentine day

remember that I promised I would

write you...

these blue valentines

blue valentines

blue valentines



da Blue Valentine – Tom Waits, Asylum Records 1978



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