Sugestão Musical #8: “Howl” – Florence And The Machine

Já alguma vez sentiste a necessidade de “uivar”? De deitar tudo cá para fora, num acto de libertação das energias que se vão acumulando, e de te atirares de unhas e dentes a alguém?

Pois bem, a nossa sugestão musical da semana vai para Florence And The Machine, com a música “Howl”, retirada do álbum de estreia Lungs, de 2009.

Fica então abaixo o vídeo da actuação da música em Melkweg, Amesterdão, no dia 8 de Outubro de 2009, e a respectiva letra (cortesia letras.terra.com.br):

Florence e a sua “Máquina” com a música “Howl”

If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart

My fingers claw your skin, try to tempt my way in
You are the moon that makes the night for which I have to howl
My fingers claw your skin, try to tempt my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to

Howl, howl
Howl, howl

Now there's no rolling back, I'm aching to attack
My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hollow ground

Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my breast
I want to find you and tear out all your tenderness

And howl, howl
Howl, howl

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them into hunters
Hunters, hunters, hunters
Hunters, hunters, hunters

The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress
Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hollow

Ground
And howl

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them into hunters
A man who's pure in heart and says his prayers my night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright

If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hollow
Ground