Oka, foco.
Eu senti uma vontade descomunal de postar Hercules, uma das músicas sensacionais do novo álbum da Sara Bareilles, o The Blessed Unrest. Sara é auto-explicativa pq ela só faz música foda, toca piano pra caramba, tem letras lindas e foi jurada do Sing Off junto com Ben Folds, ou seja, junção de gente genial. Anyway, o meu objetivo aqui é simples: a letra dessa música - Hercules - define tudo que to passando nesse momento #autoajudas. Eu realmente precisei de 1 minuto de silêncio pra absorver a letra, decorar e cantar nonstop. As vezes tudo que a gente precisa em épocas não muito dignas é uma música que te defina em determinado momento e um bom fone de ouvido.
I miss the days my mind would just rest quiet
My imagination hadn’t turned on me yet
I used to let my words wax poetic
But it melted a puddle at my feet now
It is a calcifying crime, it’s tragic
I’ve turned to petrified past life baggage
I want to disappear and just start over
So here we are
And I’ll breathe again...
Cause I have sent for a warrior
From on my knees, make me a Hercules
I was meant to be a warrior please
Make me a Hercules
I’ve lost a grip on where I started from
I wish I’d thought ahead and left a few crumbs
I’m on the hunt for who I’ve not yet become
But I’d settle for little equilibrium
There is a war inside my heart gone silent
Both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent
The issue I have now begun to see
I am the only lonely casualty
This is not the end though...
Cause I have sent for a warrior
From on my knees, make me a Hercules
I was meant to be a warrior please
Make me a Hercules
Cause I have sent for a warrior
From on my knees, make me a Hercules
I was meant to be a warrior please
Make me a Hercules
This is my darkest hour
A long road has lead me out here
But I only need turn around to face the light
And decide flight or fight
My imagination hadn’t turned on me yet
I used to let my words wax poetic
But it melted a puddle at my feet now
It is a calcifying crime, it’s tragic
I’ve turned to petrified past life baggage
I want to disappear and just start over
So here we are
And I’ll breathe again...
Cause I have sent for a warrior
From on my knees, make me a Hercules
I was meant to be a warrior please
Make me a Hercules
I’ve lost a grip on where I started from
I wish I’d thought ahead and left a few crumbs
I’m on the hunt for who I’ve not yet become
But I’d settle for little equilibrium
There is a war inside my heart gone silent
Both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent
The issue I have now begun to see
I am the only lonely casualty
This is not the end though...
Cause I have sent for a warrior
From on my knees, make me a Hercules
I was meant to be a warrior please
Make me a Hercules
Cause I have sent for a warrior
From on my knees, make me a Hercules
I was meant to be a warrior please
Make me a Hercules
This is my darkest hour
A long road has lead me out here
But I only need turn around to face the light
And decide flight or fight
P.S Menos de uma semana pra estreia de City of Bones, primeiro livro/filme de Mortal Instruments. Meu amor por essa saga é tanto que merece um post só pra ela. Um dia, um fucking dia, quem sabe.
P.P.S To assistindo Broadchurch, série da ITV britânica com David Tennant amor maior e uma série de atores britânicos excelentes. É uma vibe meio The Killing porém sem chuva, sem meu OTP Holder/Linden e com ritmo mais rápido. São 8 episódios, to indo pro sexto - até agora o epi menos bom - e tá tudo se encaminhando prum grande shitstorm. To com medo de assistir o resto mas estamos aí pra isso.