Nov 012004
 

E’ una delle mie canzoni preferite dei Pearl Jam.
Non ho commenti da fare, il testo parla da solo…

alone…listless…breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
young girl…violence…center of her own attention
mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it
tries to make her proud
the shades go down, it’s in her head
painted room…can’t deny there’s something wrong…
don’t call me daughter, not fit to
the picture kept will remind me
don’t call me daughter, not fit to
the picture kept will remind me
don’t call me…
she holds the hand that holds her down
she will…rise above…
don’t call me daughter, not fit to
the picture kept will remind me
don’t call me daughter, not fit to be
the picture kept will remind me
don’t call me…
don’t call me daughter, not fit to
the picture kept will remind me
don’t call me daughter, not fit to be
the picture kept will remind me
don’t call me…
the shades go down
the shades go down
the shades go, go, go…

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