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 :)

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.

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.

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.

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 :)

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.