Nuvens de letras
- Nuvens de letras
- A ideia foi criar imagens a partir do que resultava ao colocar letras de músicas em geradores de nuvens de palavras. No caso, o Wordle.
Weird Fishes / Arpeggi
Radiohead
In the deepest ocean
The bottom of the sea
Your eyes
They turn me
Why should I stay here?
Why should I stay?
I'd be crazy not to follow
Follow where you lead
Your eyes
They turn me
Turn me on to phantoms
I follow to the edge of the earth
And fall off
Everybody leaves
If they get the chance
And this is my chance
I get eaten by the worms
Weird fishes
Get towed by the worms
Weird fishes
Weird fishes
Weird fishes
I'll hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape
I'll hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape
Outside the cafe by the cracker factoryCrying Lightning
Arctic Monkeys
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
Said "You're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been called 'cold' before"
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then i flip your attention in the form of a gobstopper
It's all you have left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
The twisted and deranged
And I loved that little game you had called
'Crying lightning'
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile could not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war
And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
'Crying lightning'
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are
'Crying Lightning'
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying
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