viernes, 26 de octubre de 2012

Dakota

Wake up call, coffee and juice
Remembering you
What happened to you

I wonder if we'll meet again
And talk about life since then
Talk about why did it end

You made me feel like the one
You made me feel like the one
The one

You made me feel like the one
You made me feel like the one
The one

I don't know where we are going now
I don't know where we are going now

So take a look at me now
So take a look at me now


Qué bueno es volver a casa :)

jueves, 18 de octubre de 2012

Livin' on a Prayer

Once upon a time ... not so long ago
Tommy used to work on the docks
Unions been on strike, he's down on his luck
Its tough ... so tough
Gina works the diner all day
Working for her man, she brings home her pay
For love ... for love
She says: We gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other, and thats a lot
For love ... we'll give it a shot

We're halfway there
Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, and we'll make it, I swear
Livin' on a prayer


Recuerdos de mi prehistoria.

miércoles, 17 de octubre de 2012

You Got It

Every time I look into your loving eyes,
I see love that money just can't buy.
One look from you I drift away,
I pray that you are here to stay.

Anything you want, you got it ,
anything you need, you got it.
Anything at all, you got it, Baby.


Sí, tú, you got it.

domingo, 14 de octubre de 2012

El Pájaro Azul

Ardo. Te veo pasar y, ahí, me caliento y ardo,
y entro a hacer, en tus caderas, prospección.
Si me pierdo, dime adónde sale,
qué motivos son los principales;
que sólo el viento me sirve de guía
por los caminos de las utopías.

Sopla el viento sin parar
para que vuelva
y en el viento viene y va
una respuesta.

Estoy buscando una respuesta
que lleva el viento
y voy detrás de todas las tormentas
por si la encuentro.




Sopla el viento sin parar y debe ser para secarme las lágrimas, para llevarse lejos la melancolía.

jueves, 11 de octubre de 2012

Down on the Corner

Early in the evenin' just about supper time,
over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind.
four kids on the corner trying to bring you up.
willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp.

Down on the corner, out in the street,
willy and the poorboys are playin';
bring a nickel; tap your feet.

Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile,
blinky, thumps the gut bass and solos for a while.
poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo.
willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo.

Down on the corner, out in the street,
willy and the poorboys are playin';
bring a nickel; tap your feet.


Un oficio de futuro. Por lo menos si hay que pedir que sea de tan buen rollo :)

domingo, 7 de octubre de 2012

Bigmouth Strikes Again

Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
When I said I'd like to smash every tooth
In your head

Oh ... sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking
When I said by rights you should be
Bludgeoned in your bed

And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her Walkman started to melt
Oh ...

Bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la ...
Bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
With the Human race


Esto debería ser un himno en este país de bocachanclas.