terça-feira, 31 de agosto de 2010

"A Blindness that Touches Perfection"


In fear every day, every evening,
He calls her aloud from above,
Carefully watched for a reason,
Painstaking devotion and love,
Surrendered to self preservation,
From others who care for themselves.
A blindness that touches perfection,
But hurts just like anything else.

Isolation, isolation, isolation

Mother I tried please believe me,
I'm doing the best that I can.
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through,
I'm ashamed of the person I am.

Isolation, isolation, isolation.

But if you could just see the beauty,
These things I could never describe,
These pleasures a wayward distraction,
This is my one lucky prize

Isolation, isolation, Isolation, isolation, isolation.

Um dos melhores poemas de Ian Curtis capta de forma categórica o espírito de uma pessoa que vive distante do mundo real, isolada no seu medo e arrependida de erros do passado. Soberbo...

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