MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
pompeii - assembly
There's a piece of you on a piece of paper.
It's got you enveloped in a drug store letter
It's left in my pocket for moments i'd like you to share
cause i believe that you're there when i read
how i caused a scene
how you're poorer than dirt
and it's then that i flirt with
the thought of our home
emptied and alone
it seems clear what you know you should do.
start new.
And though we continue to age,
we never change.
Still assembling new names
for a repeating problem
and if the sum and the parts stop where they start
there's no progress, there's no progress.
pompeii - miracle mile
I see how faces are flooding the halls of your house,
would you mind if we snuck to the front porch
and there with our small view, a toast to all things new.
i'd stay a little while, it's just the more you show
i can't stand to leave, though i say i should go.
Unsettled bride to be smearing makeup on your lease,
while hoping for a change of mind that should have happened long ago.
you say i talk too much, but come on honestly,
oh, honestly, why do you sigh and sway?
It's coming too fast,
no, you've had nine years.
mistakes get tied in knots to soothe our burning ears.
Unsettled bride to be smearing makeup on that lease,
while hoping for a change of mind
that should have happened long ago.
you say i talk too much, but come on honestly,
oh honestly, why do you sigh and sway?
I'm not just asking, cause this wouldn't seem right to beg,
i'll never tell you that this seems like a miracle mile.
All things considered aside, do i act a little different?
i hope it's different now.
We will find our place past the would-have-beens,
no more hanging from on our string.
pompeii - numbers
Came at you in silence, my back at the wall.
"i've seen those nights where you binge and purge"
Those locks on your doors tell me when you're crouched on all fours
counting tile, losing bile and sleep.
"it's just a diet, i've kept it quiet. Even if you told all my family and friends they would never believe it."
I think you're right. I can't believe it to
that it's you, but it's you.
My problems hide in numbers that leave when i gag and heave,
I weighed out every option, that scale's not fit for advice.
Medical language won't ever help to shape this if that mind is just as frail as it's frame.
you know i'd leave it alone.
We can beat genetics, adopting new aesthetics for beautiful bodies, figures ever-so-slender
taking control, oh. oh, what a nice, nice thing.
Besides, my problems hide in numbers that leave when i gag and heave
and heaving's kind of hard with your hands tied round your waist.
point out the obvious, tell me just how dangerous
then bundle every fight in an "isn't right" and leave it alone.
pompeii - pythons awake!
Bad enough i bought into that bit.
yeah, my hometown was an untapped oil field
storing profits, those wallets begged for change
and everyone's growing up just the same.
Pedestal-placement-preaching
no, that isn't love, that's just called insecurity.
jump that ship it's sinking
you might float to the top, but you'll never be credible
on your feet, on the ground
how to see it coming, how to see it after
on your feet and on the ground
how to see it coming, how to spot it faster.
Ride it out, write it down then crumble up that paper
along with your career you steer down dead end streets.
Those sounds have gotten stale and tired,
running from every critique.
they're nervous and sweating, waiting for all to explode
in your face, in your hands
how to see it coming, how to see it after
in your face and in your hands
how to see it coming, how to spot it faster.
pompeii - relative is relative
Open-ended, parting on a note
it never rang and barely ever spoke to
anyone baring the slightest peace of mind,
cause if it did, there'd be no fingerprints to find
or forget. dont' have the money and you know it'd be well spent,
keeping tabs on whichever family tree, ready to furnish an identity
because
Relative is relative,
relative's not relevant in my case
and my case is
not closed and open to interpretation or a point of view
you can guess you can't know
that foreign stays foreign till found
mother, what's in a name? more than that,
why can't mine be found?
i'm sick of home, it's just a contest now,
where how can i top or put you down in your place
because
Relative is relative and relative's not relevant in my case
and my case is
not closed and open to
interpretation or a point of view
you can guess, you can't know
that foreign stays foreign till found.
and if all else fails, i can take that flight to the town i was born, where you still might be staying
laying low and saving face.
think it goes without saying, this goes without saying
at least, i tried.
pompeii - stories & charts
Your teeth carry marks, pictures, stories and charts
and biting that lip won't hide a lot.
where's your charm?
don't know. i guess i lost track
or no, i think i left it in that diner with my sister. could i get it back.
i want it back.
to think timing askew, to make sense of what we knew
a date had been placed for i
thought that we thought the same in adding that spot to your name
was my name. my name.
i've got this anxious feeling, for what? i don't know.
and i'm surprised the right track meant a back track down the slope.
Now comes the hard part
the most awkward family just to sit and eat cake in that still, skyline room oh what now? what now? what now?
Are we right to drink wine? cause this seems out of place.
every cup in the air, a slap to their face, so you waited and you waited.
pompeii - ten hundred lights
I sheltered in the news for a while, that paragraph had space to fill my days, but it never worked just feeling anti-climaxed, common and cliche`
You touch your skin and it's feeling older and you finally say, you finally say that
Everything is closing in around you,
you had to leave, you had to know that this felt right
and they don't know a thing, at least about you
There is a difference from keyhole to spotlight.
On the way to your house i casually asked you this question
"do you think what you see is fair?"
No, when everything is closing in around you
you had to leave, you had to know that this felt right
and they don't know this thing, at least about you
and about you, there is a difference from keyhole to spotlight.
Got my feet wet, came back again.
I'm climbing at those walls more than i did back then.
Got my feet wet, came back again
and i promise this time i will not--i will not pretend.
And i heard them say
I know it's closing in around you
you had to leave you had to know that this felt right
and they dont' know this thing, at least about you
and about you there is a difference from keyhole to spotlight.
pompeii - the state
Did you ever know that you were a map to me?
You kept me on track and i was in the right place.
You got folded up when i thought i knew the way
and you flew out the window when i rolled it down.
Every scenic spot you led me to, produced a view you just can't buy.
Now, i miss curving peaks of collar bone, drifting down the current in your eyes.
I carry my luggage along with my baggage too.
Aimless and wandering on a dusty road.
it feels a little bit rusty, it feels hardly used.
cause i abandoned that road when i met you.
So, please come back and pick me up
the state you left me in has left me stuck
and it's nothing like those states before
with you i could have stayed forever more.
Excuse me sir, i need direction
i've been circling for days and still
every road looks just the same.
I don't know for sure,
it's best you keep moving on
don't stay in the same place long if you hope to find home.
pompeii - catalogue
Pillows over your head, scared your thoughts might seep through doors,
loud as your creaking hard-wood floors that give you away.
And know today i saw a beat up car. it had rusted on the roof like yours,
had no reflection through the back seat window. i started to shake.
i started to.We spread our tracks across the lawns outside our homes, both driving by when no one's home, when it's too late.
If ever there were a cause for drift, i'd swear it to be the land or air, because accounting for all that space between us would make it seem like we don't care. no, but we still care.
If ever there were a cause for drift i'd swear it to be the land or air, because accounting for all that space between us would make it seem like we don't care. no, but we still care.
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