19 de mai de 2009

hinos do neu #3 - dois de uma vez

:: Daylight - Matt & Kim

we cut the legs off of our pants
threw our shoes into the ocean
sit back and wave through the daylight
sit back and wave through the daylight

slip and slide on subway grates
these shoes are poor mans ice skates
fall through like change in the daylight
fall through like change in the daylight

i miss yellow lines in my roads
some color on monochrome
maybe i’ll paint them in myself
maybe i’ll paint them in myself

these sidewalks liquid then stone
building walls and an old pay phone
it rings like all through the daylight
it rings like all through the daylight

chorus
and in the daylight we can hitchhike to maine
i hope that someday i’ll see without these frames
and in the daylight i don’t pick up my phone
cause in the daylight anywhere feels like home

I have five clocks in my life
and only one has the time right
i’ll just unplug it for today
ill just unplug it for today

open hydrant rolled down windows
this car might make a good old boat
and float down grand street in daylight
and float down grand street in daylight

and with just half of a sunburn
new yellow lines that i earned
step back and here comes the night time
step back and here comes the night time

chorus
and in the daylight we can hitchhike to maine
i hope that someday i’ll see without these frames
and in the daylight i don’t pick up my phone
cause in the daylight anywhere feels like home


:: Silver Tiles - Matt & Kim

three teeth left his silver smile
brushed clean three metal tiles
and tiles like parking lots
three miles it never stops boy
you'll be okay boy
your silver tiles

and all our hopes
and all our friends
through parking lots
it's where we've been

shoes have grown mighty old
pants faded knees with holes
stitched up now silver thread
fixed up now like i said boy
you'll be okay boy
your silver thread boy
your silver tiles
your silver bones

and all our hopes
and all our friends
through parking lots
i found this
b i got in school

three teeth left his sliver smile
burnt skin from miles and miles
of crossing parking lots
three miles it never stops boy
you'll be okay boy
your silver tiles
your silver bones
with silver sides

and all our hopes
and all our friends
through parking lots
i found this
b i got in school

and all our hopes
and all our friends
through parking lots
i found this
b i got in school
it's the b i got in school

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