quinta-feira, 15 de maio de 2008

So Long - Fisher Z

Ah pois, esta semana meto algo em condições e desafio o Fausto a meter uma música "á lá Estica".



When I read your letter I couldn't believe that you'd gone
I dialed your number but no one answered the phone
I asked your friends to tell me if they knew where you were
they said they thought that you were ill

I hired a detective to try and find out where you are
he managed to trace you ,he said you were living in France
a watchman saw you climb into someone else's car
and drive off laughing in the night

Why didn't you tell me
not leave me this way
oooh, you could have told me
not waited for so long

I tried to forget you but I find myself walking the street
I went to the doctor and he gave me something to sleep
Ive sent you telegrams but you haven't answered one
your mother told me I best leave you well alone
I hope you're satisfied ,now you've done this thing to me
I hope you're pleased with what you've done

Why didn't you tell me
not leave me this way
oooh, you could have told me
not waited for so long

For so long, I never realized just exactly who you were
for so long, I never realized the girl I had before
for so long, I hope you're satisfied ,you wont hear from me again
for so long, I hope you're pleased with what you'd done

Why didn't you tell me
not leave me this way
oooh ,you should have told me
not waited for so long

6 comentários:

melga disse...

E uns tags?

Estica disse...

Já tá, chato do camandro. Não tenho a tua vida.

kanjas disse...

vejo-me obrigado a dizer que te enganaste numa coisinha no post :P

no nome do post é só o nome da musica, antes da letra é que poes banda e musica ;)
de resto, concordo com o teu gosto musical. Boa musica.
quanto ao desafio... vamos ver se consigo estar à tua altura

Teté disse...

Boa música! :)))

Safira disse...

Epá, coitado do gajo. Não se faz! Uma pessoa, quando dá um chuto na outra, ao menos diz qualquer coisinha. Não se vai embora para França assim sem mais nem menos. Olha o dinheirão que o rapaz gastou no detective!
Epá, não se faz.
Fisher Z, tô contigo. Firme aí, homem! Ha mais gajas (ou gajos) por aí!

(foi o comentário possível com três horas de sono...)

Ana disse...

Ena, gostei!!!