Anika - "Officer Officer"

De volta a Berlim desde segunda, enfiado na tela do computador com trabalho atrasado. O melhor desta  semana de volta ao Berlimbo foi poder assistir ao primeiro concerto de minha queridíssima Anika, a poeta anglo-germânica Annika Henderson. "Officer Officer" é uma espécie de muder ballad enlouquecida. Foi ótimo ouvir uma das canções novas também, do álbum em que está trabalhando.

 

officer officer

Anika (Annika Henderson)

so i said, officer officer

maybe i saw something, maybe i didn't

maybe i did it and maybe i didn't

maybe i should have lied that day the officer he came on by

maybe i should have held my hands up high and said i did it

but i didn't..

hold my hands up high..

and now it's too late

because my neck is in a noose and my feet are on a chair

and there's hacks and there's hacks and they're everywhere

and there's people and they're shouting murderer

and there's people and they're shouting murder her

so i said, officer officer

i swear i didn't see the dreadful dead

i didn't see them put the gun to his head

i didn't see them stick the knife into his leg 

and the officer he said

i didnt say nothing about no knife

and i said oh

and the officer he said oh

and now it's too late

because my neck is in a noose and my feet are on a chair

and there's hacks and there's hacks and they're everywhere

and there's people and they're shouting murderer

and there's people and they're shouting murder her

so i said officer officer,

can i get you a drink

and he gratefully accepted 

and as he took the first sip

the poison it dropped from his bottom lip

and i said oh shit

there's an officer on my floor

and now it's too late

because my neck is in a noose and my feet are on a chair

and there's hacks and there's hacks and they're everywhere

and there's people and they're shouting murderer

and there's people and they're shouting murder her

 

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