Saturday morning

acordei embalada pelos sons à muito esquecidos daquela casa; levanto-me, copo de sumo, ninguém em casa! já não tinha esta sensação à mais de 4 anos... esgueiro-me para o escritório, sento-me no chão e percorro os vinis do meu pai:

"onde é que isto está? dantes sabia os locais de cor... hum, os albúns dos smiths!"

Take me out tonight
where there's music and there's people
who are young and alive
driving in your car
I never never want to go home
because I haven't got one
anymore
take me out tonight
Because I want to see people and I
want to see lights
driving in your car
oh please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their
home, and I'm welcome no more
and if a double-decker bus
crashes in to us
to die by your side
is such a heavenly way to die
and if a ten ton truck
kills the both of us
to die by your side
the pleasure and the privilege is mine
take me out tonight
oh take me anywhere, I don't care
and in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
(but then a strange fear gripped me and I
just couldn't ask)
take me out tonight
take me anywhere, I don't care
just driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
I haven't got one

chave na porta, acabou o meu reinado... invadem a casa, contam as histórias da manhã e eu, em pijama, ainda meia ensonada, chateio a cuca, empurrando-a brincalhonamente contra a parede...