It's been a few days. Since you've left and said goodbye. There's got to be a way. To stop the pain inside. . Oh, how I miss you, baby. Looking at the pictures in my hand.
And then it came at the end of all time. A time where nothing grows old, nothing dies. It's a place where you can fly all around, heaven is found. Can't you see the bright lightning in sound?.
[Armando de C.]. . Vamos sonando con gran intensidad. sobre una nube de gritos y sudor. cuanta energa guardada en tu interior. nuestro objetivo vencer la soledad.
[J. L. Campuzano-C. Corts-Armando de C]. . Otra vez aqu, sintonzanos. ven y enrllate, dice un locutor.. Y en la noche suena el Heavy Rock.. Despus de un caf, vuelves a fumar.
Tienes once aos. Y pareces una vieja. Sigues prisionera. De tus gustos ancestrales. Mueves tus resortes para. Hacer todos los males. Siempre te alimentas.
[H. Calabria-J.L. Campuzano-C. Corts]. . Se les ve vagar por las calles. vienen y van. salen de sus tristes escuelas. hacia su triste hogar. hacen grupos buscando las luces.
Vas recorriendo. La ciudad. Buscando algo de. Cordialidad. En los rincones. De algn bar. Dejas tus penas. Y tu soledad. . Y es que t sabes. Que es mejor as.
[Armando de C.]. . Se viene en la memoria el momento aquel. en que tuvo conciencia casi sin querer. de que se estaba convirtiendo. en un perfecto ser normal.
Un dia de tantos me sent muy mal. y decid que me iba a suicidar. Iba como loco. Iba como loco. . Bajo las ruedas me quise tirar. y el metro no acababa de llegar.
My God, my God! Why hast thou forsaken Me?. Be not far from Me, for trouble is near. For bulls have surrounded Me, they open wide their mouths at Me. I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of joint.
She's a double-cross. Demon powder queen. Bitch in the gutter. Master of kings. She's a too-cool torture. Top of the line. Dangerous lover; White Cadillac.
Wake up, get up, there's no time to waste now. Never shut up, it's out turn to speak out. These streets are dead, just waiting to come alive. . Break down the doors of our comfortable room.
Clothes aren't what they used to be. They don't seem to fit you and me, anymore. Modesty is out the door. Flaunting what we've got and more is in, yeah, it's in.
Running alone in the crazy city. Look at the face of once were pretty. People then wonder what happened. To make it that way. Listen around you, have you heard?.
The day, the night, to me are just the same. I see your face, it burns me like a flame. And there's something I've got to say. Yes it's making me feel this way.
Gone you sons of darkness. Gone you tyrants of old. From the land. Where we hear Lautari playing. . Here in the outfield of Europe. A cry for freedom was heard.
Born in a cold war. Opened up my eyes. See the bombers riding. Dark against the sky. . Fly like an eagle. Carried on the wind. See our hearts are broken.
I'm hitting the road to heading nowhere. Got no place to go. I'm stuck inside my generation. Round and round I go. . I'm sick of the sound of Rolling Thunder.
He was born on easy streets. Played so hard his feet. They never touched the ground. Never felt afraid. . Hour after shining hour. No thought of time.
I'm a child of South Africa. I'm a child of Vietnam. I'm a child of Northern Ireland. I'm a small boy with blood on his hands. . Yes I'm a child of the universe.