i think this place is full of spies i think they're onto me didn't anybody, didn't anybody tell you didn't anybody tell you how to gracefully disappear in a room i know you put in the hours to keep me in sunglasses, i know and so and now i'm sorry i missed you i had a secret meeting in the basement of my brain
tenho andado os últimos dias reviciado em sad songs for dirty lovers, o segundo trabalho da melhor banda americana em actividade, the national, editado no já longínquo ano de 2003. sad songs for dirty lovers foi para mim a primeira abordagem à banda e tem aquele sabor especial da descoberta. voltar a ele depois do fenómeno the boxer, foi relembrar um som menos depurado mas mais emotivo. slipping husband sempre foi e continua a ser o meu tema de eleição.
sit down dear we gotta talk / your acting like a kid / we don't wanna hear about / the things you never did
you coulda been a legend / but you became a father / that's what you are today / that's what you are today
spending all your time / somewhere inside your head / haunted by the important / life you coulda lead
but your kisses aren't enough / to keep your kids in line / so you better straighten out yourself / and give your baby time / cause if you don't give her what she needs / she'll get it where she can / she's lonely man
don't leave yourself alone for too many days / sooner than you know you're gonna start slipping
you'll end up talking to the ghost / of your wife as if you knew her / your eyes will put her everywhere
and spending all your time / somewhere inside your head / haunted by the important / life you coulda lead
you'll fuck yourself to clear your head / you'll close your door and go to bed / you'll try to sleep without a dream / that's where she finds you, that's where she finds you
don't leave yourself alone for too many days / sooner than you know you're gonna start slipping
dear we better get a drink in you before you start to bore us / dear we better get a drink in you before you start to bore us / dear we better get a drink in you before you start to bore us
guest room é a nona música no alinhamento de boxer, um dos álbuns mais bem referenciados de 2007. para mim é uma das pérolas do disco. ao quarto álbum os national apresentam um conjunto de canções muitíssimo bem escritas, com arranjos sóbrios e depurados. não é o disco mais emotivo da banda, esse continua a ser sad songs for dirty lovers, o segundo, mas revela uma maturidade criativa de respeito. numa obra onde nenhuma música se destaca fortemente das outras, guest room é a minha escolha pessoal.
they’re gonna send us to prison for jerks for having vague ideas of the way to turn each other on again they’re gonna send us to prison for jerks
they’ll find us here here here in the guest room where we throw money at each other and cry, oh my
we miss being ruffians, going wild and bright in the corners of front yards getting in and out of cars we miss being deviants
they’ll find us here here here in the guest room where we throw money at each other and cry, oh my
we can’t stay here we’re starting to stay the same we can’t stay here we can’t stay this way
just tie your woman to your wrist give her room to tie the other
they’ll find us here here here in the guest room where we throw money at each other and cry, oh my