Gostos

Em termos musicais, nunca fui muito de músicas calmas ou românticas, muito menos interpretadas por vozes femininas. A serem-no, teriam de ter algo de diferente ou com um quê de alternativo. Por isso, enquanto a minha irmã ouvia Enya ou Angelicus, eu adorava Nirvana, Morphine ou Skunk Anansie. Mas às vezes surgem excepções que confirmam a regra. E esta é Katie Melua, com uma música em específico. Há anos, quando a minha irmã me falou dela, passei ao lado, e nem sequer tive curiosidade de ouvir o que ela gostava de ouvir.

Gosto muito desta, pela música e pela letra:

If you were a cowboy I would trail you,
If you were a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you were a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you were a river I would swim you,
If you were a house I would live in you all my days.
If you were a preacher I’d begin to change my ways.

Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.

If I was in jail I know you’d spring me,
If I was a telephone you’d ring me all day long.
If I was in pain I know you’d sing me soothing songs.

Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.

If I was hungry you would feed me,
If I was in darkness you would lead me to the light.
If I was a book I know you’d read me every night.

If you were a cowboy I would trail you,
If you were a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you were sailboat I would sail you to the shore.

If you were sailboat I would sail you to the shore.

If you were sailboat I would sail you to the shore.