Exaustão
I'm tired of fighting, so I'm demolished, that's the way. Some make exhaustion a mode of expression and that's their way.
I'm just a question knowing my answer, hope I'm wrong. I know the answer, it's four in the morning, I'm right again.
I'm Chinatown
No filme Chinatown, o detetive Jack Nicholson descobre um grande esquema de corrupção de água. Algo assim. Descobrindo algo que ele sabia ser verdade e tendo a disposição para expor e fazer a justiça, salvar o mundo, ele falha. No final do filme uma moça ainda toma um tiro. Chinatown, como eu chamo o detetive kkkkkkk O Chinatown não só falhou tendo todas as respostas, sabendo de todo o funcionamento da corrupção, o nome, o local, as provas... Ele se esgotou no processo e suas ações causaram a perda de uma vida que não tinha ligação alguma com aquilo.
É. Sou apenas uma pergunta sabendo a minha resposta... Espero estar errado. Sou Chinatown.
Candle is blue, could see me through, I'm colorblind They tell me it's blue, I'm a believer, that's why I'm blind
Be a believer, believe everything, you'll be right half the time
Estas duas linhas expressam o que é o estado de exaustão total. Não há forças para olhar. Apenas acreditar no que dizem, tendo consciência de que a resposta só pode ser confirmada buscando. Quando não há energia, mas ainda há consciência.
Percebe-se exausto, se deita ao sol. Ou a cama do quarto escuro. Apenas se é levado... Não há energia nem mesmo para freiar e descer do carro.
A letra completa:
Candle is blue, could see me through, I'm colorblind
They tell me it's blue, I'm a believer, that's why I'm blind
Live on the freeway, listen to signs, and we drive by feel
Be a believer, believe everything, you'll be right half the time
Candle is waxing, takes my apartment, I bask in its magic
All of the firefighters put out my fires, took all my matches
Staying up later, waking up old, and I'm leaving her never
Ordering in, all friends and lovers
And we're making our weather with a lone light bulb
I'm tired of fighting, so I'm demolished, that's the way
Some make exhaustion a mode of expression and that's their way
I'm just a question knowing my answer, hope I'm wrong
I know the answer, it's four in the morning, I'm right again
I'm Chinatown
Now in a hurry, rubbing up urgent to get home to dot
Was my missed mistress, messed up my mattress, I missed the catch
Last of the pitchers, catfish done hunting, Harry Lundt
Most of the killers never get famous and it's hard on everyone
I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting, so I'm demolished, that's the way
Some make exhaustion a mode of expression and that's their way
I'm just a question knowing my answer, hope I'm wrong
I know the answer, it's four in the morning, I'm right again
I'm Chinatown