Porque me apetece ouvi-la, no matter what…

Jans Lekman, The Opposite of Hallelujah

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I picked up a seashell
To illustrate my homelessness
But a crab crawled out of it
Making it useless

And all my metaphors fell flat
Down on the rocks where we sat
She asked where are you at?

But sister, it’s the opposite of hallelujah
It’s the opposite of being you
You don’t know ‘cause it just passes right through you
You don’t know what I’m going through