18 marzo, 2006

Put your records on...

E' una bella canzone.
Una carezza, come dire.
Leggera, si impara in fretta.
Da cantare mentre si fa shopping, scegliendo uno di quei vestitini di cui son piene le riviste di moda, leggerini, cortini, a fiorellini, primaverilissimi.
O provandosi allo specchio una bella zeppina di corda, tacco 11.
E da ballare ondeggiando, mentre si ritira in frigorifero, la spesa del supermercato.
Da provare. Effetto garantito.
Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.
Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate.
Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
Blue as the sky, sombre and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the road side, (just relax, just relax)
Don't you let those other boys fool you,
Gotta love that afro hairdo.
Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Don't you think it's strange?
Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
Just more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake,
I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer.
Do what you want to.
Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Oh, You're gonna find yourself somewhere somehow.
Corinne Bailey Rae

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