Antony and the Johnsons - Hope There's Someone (LIVE @ Hipódromo de Cascais)

Há dois dias, fez um ano que tive a oportunidade de assistir a um concerto de rara beleza, de Antony and the Johnsons com a Orquestra Sinfonieta de Lisboa. Uma noite mágica, em boa companhia e, com momentos de que tocam a nossa sensibilidade, fossem eles de mistério, de estupefacção ou simplesmente de humor. Apreciem como um artista consegue transformar um engano, em algo cómico e, muito talentoso. Só tive pena que não tivesse durado um pouco mais e, que não tenha sido tocado o fantástico "Fistful of Love".
Para aqueles que o conhecem, dispensa apresentações, para os que agora o estão a conhecer, senhoras e senhores, Antony and the Johnsons...

Antony And The Johnsons - Hope There's Someone
Hope there's someone
Who'll take care of me
When I die, will I go

Hope there's someone
Who'll set my heart free
Nice to hold when I'm tired

There's a ghost on the horizon
When I go to bed
How can I fall asleep at night
How will I rest my head

Oh I'm scared of the middle place
Between light and nowhere
I don't want to be the one
Left in there, left in there

There's a man on the horizon
Wish that I'd go to bed
If I fall to his feet tonight
Will allow rest my head

So here's hoping I will not drown
Or paralyze in light
And godsend I don't want to go
To the seal's watershed

Hope there's someone
Who'll take care of me
When I die, Will I go

Hope there's someone
Who'll set my heart free
Nice to hold when I'm tired

Antony and the Johnsons - Fistful of Love

I was lying in my bed last night staring
At a ceiling full of stars
When it suddenly hit me
I just have to let you know how I feel
We live together in a photograph of time
I look into your eyes
And the seas open up to me
I tell you I love you
And I always will
And I know you can't tell me
I know you can't tell me

So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion
So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion

And I feel your fists
And I know it's out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it's out of love
And I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart
It's out of love
It's out of love

I accept and I collect upon my body
The memories of your devotion
I accept and I collect upon by body
The memories of your devotion

And I feel your fists
And I know it's out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it's out of love
And I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart
It's out of love, ooh hoo
It's out of love

Give me a little bit serious love
Give me a little full love
Be full of love

Fists, fists, fists full of love...