otros toros son posibles



A renaissance, another day
To tiptoe on the balustrade
Get over you, like anything
I ever could
It's easier from far away
Imagine this another way
I know the lines to every play
The best ones cry
So please come wake me up
There's a mob at the door
I hear them calling for my head
And they're scaling the walls
I'm still, still dreaming magnificent things
It's awful high above the stage
In shadows on the balcony
Afraid to dive, it's worse to wait
The best ones cry
Please come wake me up I'm waiting for your—
There's a mob at the door
I hear them calling for my head
And they're scaling the walls
I'm still, still dreaming magnificent things
There's a mob at the door
I hear them calling for my head
And they're scaling the walls
I'm still, still dreaming magnificent things
Please come wake me up I'm waiting for your love
Please come wake me up I'm waiting for your love
Please come wake me up I'm waiting for your love




I found me a hopeless case, and resolve to love
Maybe we can find a decent place
When I'm old enough
Found love in an empty gaze, try to fix it up
I found me a hopeless case, oh

I'll fall for you soon enough
I resolve to love
Now I know it's just another fuck
Cause I'm old enough
Sell lies like their only trust
It will pick me up
I'll fall for you soon enough, oho, oho

Oho, don't be scared, that it's a harder kind of feel
Hold on tight, you must hold on unless you're in it
Ease your mind, and when you think, you're thinking clear
It's alright, you really tired for a minute'
I just say, that it's another on the clock
It is a summer calling sickness

Sonsick at the t ball games, I so feel luck
Maybe find a place where we could mess
When we're old enough
We can never go from all the rest
We can live it up
All pressed in the Sunday best, oho, oho

Sonsick at the t ball games, I so feel luck
Maybe find a place where we could mess
When we're old enough
Make plans and we'll buy the things, try to fix it up
Sonsick at the t ball games, oho, oho

Oho, don't be scared, that it's a harder kind of feel
Hold on tight, you must hold on unless you're in it
Ease your mind, and when you think, you're thinking clear
It's alright, you really tired for a minute'
I just say, that it's another on the clock
It is a summer calling sickness
It is a summer calling sickness
Summer calling sickness

Oho, don't be scared, that it's a harder kind of feel
Hold on tight, you must hold on unless you're in it
Ease your mind, and when you think, you're thinking clear
It's alright, you really tired for a minute'
I just say, that it's another on the clock
It is a summer calling sickness
It is a summer calling sickness
Summer calling sickness.

6 comentarios:

  1. sí, eso pensé yo, pero en castellano
    aunque para mi gusto ella fuerza de más

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    1. Estoy de acuerdo con tu apreciación pero me parece muy bueno lo que consiguen en conjunto. Y es una maravilla ver lo que cada uno aporta al conjunto. Muy interesante aunque aparezca en segundo plano la voz de la otra chica. Hay pasión. A veces, me pregunto -con envidia y desconocimiento musical- qué pasará por las cabezas de estos músicos mientras hacen algo así.

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  2. A mí me produce mucha envidia. Y una cierta melancolía de cuando rocé, haciendo las traslaciones pertinentes, sensaciones similares con la música y un conjunto de personas. Da verdadero placer verles las caras en los vídeos. Y son finos, elegantes y no presuntuosos, cosa que se agradece. Ah, y frescos, por si faltaba algo. Total, sólo viven ahí, a un paso, en donde el estanco de Harvey. Un día de estos les hacemos una visita...

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  3. Tal vez Brooklyn no esté tan lejos...

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  4. Ayer mi oculista me constató que comienzo a necesitar gafas. Si no está tan lejos, no consigo enfocar bien...

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