Creep

I want you to notice

when I’m not around

You’re so fuckin’ special

I wish I was special

Creep, do álbum 'Pablo Honey' (1993) - Radiohead

Gostava que notasses quando não estou por perto / És tão especial / Gostava de ser especial. Foram os Radiohead que o disseram. E eu subscrevo.

I Just Want You

There are no unlockable doors
There are no unwinnable wars
There are no unrightable wrongs
Or unsingable songs

There are no unbeatable odds
There are no believable gods
There are no unnameable names
Shall I say it again, yeah

There are no impossible dreams
There are no invisible seams
Each night when the day is through
I don't ask much

I just want you
I just want you

There are no uncriminal crimes
There are no unrhymable rhymes
There are no identical twins or
forgivable sins

There are no incurable ills
There are no unkillable thrills
One thing and you know it's true,
I don't ask much

I just want you
I just want you
I just want you
I just want you

I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
I used to go to bed so high and wired, yeah - yeah, yeah, yeah
I think I'll buy myself some plastic water
I guess I should have married Lennon's daughter, yeah - yeah, yeah, yeah

There are no unachievable goals
There are no unsaveable souls
No legitimate kings or queens, do
you know what I mean? Yeah

There are no indisputable truths
And there ain't no fountain of youth
Each night when the day is through,
I don't ask much

I just want you
I just want you
I just want you
I just want you
I just want you

Someday we’ll Know

Someday we'll know

If love can move a mountain

Someday we'll know

Why the sky is blue

Someday we’ll Know, do álbum 'Maybe You've Been Brainwashed Too' (1998)– New Radicals

Um dia, tratei-te por "amor", mas não te apercebeste, porque falei baixinho. Tratei-te por "amor", porque me apeteceu, porque queria fazê-lo naquele momento, porque o coração assim me mandou, mas não ouviste. Não sei se teria sido melhor que ouvisses, apesar de não gostares. Foste o meu amor declarado durante uns centésimos de segundo.

Se tivesses ouvido, torcias o nariz. Mas, um dia, vou chamar-te "amor", alto e bom som, para tirar este peso do peito.