sábado, 30 de maio de 2009

Música: What a Catch, Donnie - Fall out boy

Bem, sou fã de Fall Out Boy.
Uma das únicas bandas que amo todas as músicas, letras, melodias e afins. Sigo a banda a mais ou menos 6 anos, e curto tudo que fizeram. Não sou aquela fã tonta que fica fuçando a vida dos integrantes, pra saber com quem estão namorando pra falar mal da coitada.
Sou fã do trabalho deles, a vida pessoal não me interessa.
Então, ano passado eles lançaram o cd "Folie à Deux", muito bom por sinal.
Das músicas, tem uma que me faz parar pra pensar legal. É essa que ilustra o nome do Post. Ela tem participações especias, e conta com trechos de outras músicas da banda.
Vou colocar a letra aqui:

(inglês)
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
You'll never catch us
So just let me be
Said I'll be fine
Till the hospital or American Embassy
Miss Flack said I still want you back
Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back

I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of
Is the way
I'm the one
Who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you

They say the captain
Goes down with the ship
So, when the world ends
Will God go down with it?
Miss Flack said I still want you back
Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you

[Elvis Costello:]
I will never end up like him
Behind my back, I already am
Keep a calendar
This way you will always know

[Gabe Saporta:]
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentlemanMaybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing

[Travis McCoy:]We're going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar, we're goin' down swinging

[Brendon Urie:]Dance, dance, we're falling apart to halftime
Dance, dance, and these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me

[Doug Does:]This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race

[Alex DeLeon:]One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you, only sweeter

[William Beckett:]Growing up, growing up

I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch


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