Come Back To Camden é uma balada à antiga. Épica, de coração nas mãos e uma ligeira esperança desesperada, a triste ironia de quem tem saudades e sabe que esse é o seu único destino. E acaba com uma promessa patética de linda, inalcançável que sabemos que nunca se irá cumprir mas que é realmente o que a nossa alma quer oferecer.
Come Back To Camden, do último disco de Stephen Patrick Morrisey, é vintage Morrissey. Ouvir em repeat mil vezes. Ou, enquanto o disco não chega, saboreá-la
aqui.
Come Back To Camden
There is something I wanted to tell you,
It's so funny you'll kill yourself laughing
But then I, I look around,
And I remember that I am alone, alone. For evermore
The tile yard all along the railings,
Up a discoloured dark brown staircase
Here you'll find, despair and I,
Calling to you with what's left of my heart, my heart, For evermore
Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames,
Sullenly on a chair on the pavement
Here you'll find, my thoughts and I,
And here is the very last plea from my heart
My heart. For evermore,
Where taxi drivers never stop talking
Under slate grey Victorian sky,
Here you will find, despair and I
And here I am every last inch of me is yours, yours. For evermore
Your leg came to rest against mine,
Then you lounged with knees up and apart
And me and my heart, we knew, We just knew. For evermore
Where taxi drivers never stop talking,
Under slate grey Victorian sky
Here you'll find, my heart and I,
And still we say come back, come back to Camden
And I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good, I’ll be good
