Eu conheci o Bicycle Thief pela Clarah, que me emprestou o ótimo cd You come and go like a pop song (e eu não gravei, snif). A minha música preferida do disco é essa aqui, linda:

off street parking


well look at you
you're walking down the street
and you are finally free
but you're crying

and look at me
i got what i wanted
i am free now
not drowing

but something feels wrong
something feels terribly wrong
i feel horrible
i got what i wanted though

i can go golfing now
whenever i want
i can talk to girls
and probably won't

and you can stay with your friends
tell them what an asshole i am
they already believe that
and now i deserve it

cause something feels wrong...

and a house is not a home
even with a view and hardwood floor
and all that talking
and that not talking

well a house is not a home
when two aren't two
they're one and one
one and one is nothing

you called to say
you wanna come and get your stuff
you just wanna make sure
that i am not here

well i can't believe
i can't believe you're being so strong
'cause it feels like if i
start crying i'll die

something's just wrong...

years from now
maybe outside a movie
you'll be with somebody new
i'll be with somebody too
and we'll just say hello

(essa última estrofe me dá uma tristeza muito grande... no meu livro – ou o que eu pretendo que um dia seja um livro – eu falo sobre o assunto)