Have I Told You Lately That I Love You?

Rod Stewart - Have I Told You Lately

Have I told you lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.

For the morning sun in all it's glory,
Meets the day with hope and comfort too,
You fill my life with laughter, somehow you make it better,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.

There's a love less defined,
And its yours and its mine,
Like the sun.
And at the end of the day,
We should give thanks and pray,
To the one, to the one.

Have I told you lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
There's a love less defined,
And its yours and its mine,
Like the sun.
And at the end of the day,
We should give thanks and pray,
To the one, to the one.

Have I told you lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.

Take away all my sadness, fill my life with gladness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.

Take away all my sadness, fill my life with gladness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.

I Don't Wanna To Talk About It

I Don't Want To Talk About It - Rod Stewart & Amy Belly

I can tell by your eyes that you've prob'bly been cryin' forever,
and the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror.
I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?

If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the color of my heart;
blue for the tears, black for the night's fears.
The star in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror.
I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
I don't want to talk about it, how you broke this ol' heart.

If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
My heart, whoa, heart.

Quietinho!

Quietinho é que eu estava bem, este ping-pong de acções com objectivos de algum modo escondidos em que eu sou o jogador a "servir" e nunca recebo a bola de volta está a deixa-me nervoso. Será que o jogador de lá desistiu? Será que estou a ganhar? Será que que estou a jogar sozinho? Pois, se calhar o jogo acabou. Queixam-se de que não mostro, de que não faço, de que não dou, será que sei respirar? E andar, faço-o como deve ser? Muito provavelmente não!!! Estou exausto, cada pedaço de cada coisa que eu faço é sempre a pensar no mesmo e quem recebe as "recompensas" são sempre os outros. Eu cá me vou sujeitando sempre ao que se decide, ao que se apetece, ao que se convém, tendo aqui e ali umas oportunidades para deixar o meu parecer mas desde já sabendo que de nada vai valer. Foram seis meses de ausência, sem escrever uma única letra, confesso saudades, choro ausências, sofro, outra vez feito um melancólico psicadélico e desesperado, mas é assim mesmo que eu sou, aqui é dos poucos sitios que o demonstro com total abertura sem medos nem preocupações, sem ferir susceptibilidades nem ofender quem quer que seja. Espero voltar rapidamente, melhor, menos cansado e menos triste pelo menos...

Até à próxima!