Guillemots - Dancing In The Devil's Shoes

Um tema muito meu (deveria antes escrever "muito eu"). Gosto muito do seu tom, da nostalgia que passa por estes sons, mas talvez ainda mais das palavras, que se me parecem ajustar que nem uma luva (ou que nem os tais sapatos do Diabo; a verdade é que já começei a (tentar) descalçá-los...). Destaquei os versos para mim mais significativos.

Miles above the ground below
No particular place to go
Flying higher

Stumble back home to the news at 10
Catch a thought
Let it go again
Flying higher

It's a long way down
Down's not where I want to be

And if these days would never end
If laughter was my very oldest friend
Not a growing trend
Where what I have I always tend to lose
By dancing in the devil's shoes

The clock strikes 10 at the edge of doubt
Nothing I know is my world right now
Play on, play on

And could I see my soul turn blue
Cross the sun
Get burnt for you
Play on
Play on

It's a long way home
When home is the violet sky

And there's a torm in every bottle of wine
There's a ghost that finds me every single time
I think of the games we'll miss
The playground and the avarice

Oh I should learn to know what to keep
What to let go
Talking out loud is not a good thing to do
When you're dancing in the devil's shoes

And I wish your face was just your face
And not the moonlight's chosen resting place
How can the world compare?
It's just a planet when you're not there

Come watch me hit the ground
With the most fantastic sound
Talking out loud is not a good thing to do
When you're dancing in the devil's shoes
Dancing in the devil's shoes

Miles above the ground below