Música da semana

Acho que nunca pensei tanto na música da semana como hoje!

Nas explicações todos os dias ouvia rádio e, nessa rádio, davam todos os dias as mesmas músicas; umas já foram a música da semana outras não. Além de ir às explicações todos os dias, os meus amigos publicaram músicas muito interessantes no facebook. A música desta semana é uma dessas músicas. 

Quanto à cantora não tenho dúvidas. Se me perguntassem qual era as bandas/cantora(o)r(res) que me definissem não tenho a menor dúvida em dizer estes nomes: James Blunt, Nelly Furtado, Muse e Justin Timberlake.

À música desta semana é uma música que trás-me muitas boas recordações. Lembro-me sobretudo de uma quando eu era mais nova (treze/catorze anos) e estava no carro com a minha melhor amiga e a minha mãe e esta música toca no rádio. Eu começo a cantar e elas a desesperar com as minhas cantorias.

Pode não ser nada de especial mas este foi um daqueles momentos que me marcaram e que nunca me irei esquecer.

All Good Things Come to An End - Nelly Furtado

Honestly, what would become of me?

Don't like reality, it's way too clear for me

But really, life is dandy

We are what we don't see

We miss everything daydreaming

Flames to dust, lovers to friends

Why do all good things come to an end?

Flames to dust, lovers to friends

Why do all good things come to an end?

Come to an end, come to en end

Why do all good things come to an end?

Come to an end, come to an end

Why do all good things come to an end?

Travelling, I only stop at exits

Wondering if I'll stay young and restless

Living this way, I stress less

I want to pull away when the dream dies

The pain sets in and I don't cry

I only feel gravity and I wonder why

Flames to dust, lovers to friends

Why do all good things come to an end?

Flames to dust, lovers to friends

Why do all good things come to an end?

Come to an end, come to en end

Why do all good things come to an end?

Come to an end, come to an end

Why do all good things come to an end?

Well, the dogs were whistling a new tune

Barking at the new moon

Hoping it would come soon

So that they could

Dogs were whistling a new tune

Barking at the new moon

Hoping it would come soon

So that they could die

Flames to dust, lovers to friends

Why do all good things come to an end?

Flames to dust, lovers to friends

Why do all good things come to an end?

Come to an end, come to en end

Why do all good things come to an end?

Come to an end, come to an end

Why do all good things come to an end?

Well, the dogs were barking at the new moon

Whistling a new tune

Hoping it would come soon

And the sun was wondering if it should

Stay away for a day

'Til the feeling went away

And the sky was falling

And the clouds were dropping and the rain

Forgot how to bring salvation

The dogs were barking at the new moon

Whisteling a new tune

Hoping it would come soon

So that they could die