domingo, 26 de agosto de 2012

Bad to the Bone

On the day I was born, the
nurses all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder, at
the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up, and she
said leave this one alone
She could tell right away, that
I was bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad to the bone


Existe gente así, a veces demasiado cerca de nosotros

miércoles, 8 de agosto de 2012

Yer Blues

The eagle picks my eye
The worm he licks my bones
I feel so suicidal
Just like Dylan's Mr. Jones
Lonely wanna die
If I ain't dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why.

Black cloud crossed my mind
Blue mist round my soul
Feel so suicidal
Even hate my rock and roll
Wanna die yeah wanna die
If I ain't dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why


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