Black - Ten

Hey...oooh...

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay

Were laid spread out before me as her body once did

All five horizons revolved around her soul

As the earth to the sun

Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything

Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore

And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds

Of what was everything?

Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed Everything...

I take a walk outside

I'm surrounded by some kids at play

I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear

Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head

I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning

How quick the sun can, drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass

Of what was everything

All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad turned my world to black

Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I will be...yeah...

Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star

In somebody else's sky, but why, why, why

Can't it be, can't it be mine

Desde que comecei a ter sonhos com trilha sonora, essa foi a mais terrível para o pior de todos eles. Parece que o venerável Sr. Vedder andou dando umas voltas no meu cérebro. Alma. O que quer que isso se chame. (Não confio mais na psicologia acadêmica, então essas questões acabam voltando, embora agora não tenho quase relevância alguma para nada.)

A seguir, os treze sonhos.