Fools, The Dodos

Our fathers have been entangled in things
He's been squandering, he's been squandering
And we don't do a thing, 'cause we're busy and think
We're just wandering, we're just a-wandering like fools

His son is his prize, he tells a few lies
He's got his father's eyes, it's in his father's eyes
And he thinks in his mind that he's just getting by
But he's a compromise, he's just a compromising fool

And the stance that we take isn't much to bear
Yeah, we leave things to change on their time
And our failure to care for it leaves us blind
'til we're tired and we're crazed in the mind

Now he lies on his back, and they tell him it's that
It's just a heart attack, it's just a heart attack
Too late to return to the ones that you've earned
No they don't give it back, no they don't give it back to fools

And the stance that we take isn't much to bear
Yeah, we leave things to change on their time
And our failure to care for it leaves us blind
'til we're tired and we're crazed in the mind

I've been, I've been silent

Legendas

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s. f.,
vida de santos;
texto que acompanha uma imagem, conferindo-lhe um significado ou esclarecimento;
letreiro;
inscrição;
rótulo;
dístico;
texto de tradução dos diálogos de um filme, e que o acompanha em sobreposição, normalmente na zona inferior do ecrã;
lenda.

subtitles (Les amants réguliers)

"Golden Skans", Clã (Klaxons)

ooooooo ahhhh
ooooooo ahhhh
ooooooo ahhhh
ooooooo ahhhh

Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on.
You can forget our future plans.
Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night and the light, all plans are golden in your hand.

Set sail from sense, bring all her young.
Set sail from where we once begun.
While we wait, while we wait.

A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone.
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young.
A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone.
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young.

Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on.
You can forget our future plans.
Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night and the light, all plans are golden in your hand.

ooooooo ahhhh
ooooooo ahhhh
ooooooo ahhhh
ooooooo ahhhh

We sailed from sense, brought all our young.
We sailed from where we once begun.
While we wait, while we wait.

A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone.
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young.
A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone.
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young.

Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on.
You can forget our future plans.
Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night and the light, all plans are golden in your hand
Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on.
You can forget our future plans.
Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night and the light, all plans are golden in your hand

ooooooo ahhhh
ooooooo ahhhh
ooooooo ahhhh
ooooooo ahhhh

maio 68

Les amants réguliers (2005)

Director: Philippe Garrel