A descoberta do dia

Não só de mais um viral, mas também de uma música muito lisongeante e de um show de arte técnica (stopmotion). E um show de arte à parte também. O cantor se chama Oren Lavi (é, prazer, Rany). Depois de pesquisar um pouco por aí, vi que eu devo ser a milésima blogueira a "publicar" este video, mas I don't care, hey ho, let's go. Segue a letrinha abaixo do vídeo, pra quando vc quiser vê-lo de novo (o que provavelmente acontecerá), degustar com mais envolvimento.



Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case
Soon she’s down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up
And she fights for her life as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain as it pours
And she fights for her life as she goes in a store with a thought she has caughtby a thread
she pays for the bread and she goes…
Nobody knows
Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love
And she fights for her lifeas she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rainas it pours
And she fights for her life as she goes in a store with a thought she has caughtby a thread
she pays for the bread and she goes…
Nobody knows
And she fights for her life as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain as it pours
And she fights for her life as she goes in a store where the people are pleasantly strange and counting the change as she goes…
Nobody knows

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É claro que eu, como uma boa mulher, já me prontifiquei de baixar a música e colocá-la em meu Ipod, para que nas próximas semanas eu possa ouvi-la pra lá e pra cá e pensar em como esta é a trilha sonora da minha vida.

Claro que a música é uma romantizada danada, mas é exatamente aquilo que a gente quer ouvir. Digamos que seja um sério reconhecimento do que a gente tenta ser.