Mais uma história das que por aqui se contam

Da primeira vez que me falaram desta miúda e me mostraram esta canção, percebi mal o nome. Pensei que a Belinda Carlisle tinha ressuscitado, e desta vez com boa voz. Hoje, tendo recebido a mesma faixa num e-mail do Manuel Teixeira, percebi que não. E ainda bem. Brandi Carlile é melhor do que a quasi-homónima. Revelou-se-nos com esta story, em boa hora associada - via TV - a duas coisas de que gosto: cerveja Super Bock e A anatomia de Grey. Faz sentido metê-la no blogue. É para contar histórias, afinal, que este ninho serve.

Brandi Carlile, The story

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what
I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...

NOTA: Afinal, a Belinda Carlisle ressuscitou mesmo. Ao fim de dez anos sem piar, lançou um disco de covers de clássicos franceses. Ouvi alguns na Net. Eu até gostava de uma ou outra música dela, das antigas. Agora, sinceramente, escusava de se ter incomodado...