High and Dry
Radiohead

"Two jumps in a week,
I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy...
Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.
You'd kill yourself for recognition,
Kill yourself to never ever stop.
You broke another mirror,
You're turning into something you are not.

Don't leave me high,
Don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high,
Don't leave me dry...

Drying up in conversaton,
You will be the one who cannot talk.
All your insides fall to pieces,
You just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you, when you think you've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at you,
You will be the one screaming out.

Don't leave me high,
Don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high,
Don't leave me dry...

It's the best thing that you've ever had,
The best thing that you've ever, ever had.
It's the best thing that you've ever had,
The best thing you've had has gone away...

Don't leave me high,
Don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high,
Don't leave me dry..."




Eu nao me canso dessa musica, ainda que eu a ouca novecentas e setenta e sete vezes seguidas.
Nao que eu ja tenha realmente feito a experiencia, mas a letra e a melodia sao tao fodas que eu comeco a fazer essas suposicoes.
Meio absurdas? Talvez ne.
Mas pelo menos tocando quinze vezes seguidas, High and Dry continua sendo uma das minhas preferidas...
E isso e fato.