Él camina despacito que las prisas no son buenas. En su brazo dobladita, con cuidado la chaqueta. Luego pasa por la calle donde los chavales juegan. El también quiso ser niño pero le pilló la guerra..
Mientras me aguanten los huesos yo quiero seguir cantando. quiero estar estar cerca de t, lo mas lejos.... a tu lado. Tu mirada en un balcn; t te asomas yo te canto.
She's wearing pantyhose. under the skirt. God only knows. why she cut a hole. . There she guides my glove. all along the silk road. God only knows. how much I'd be there ones more..
Those lights could be shining bright for us and the rest of the boys. Well own the root of all evil if we dont make any noise. If youre good like all the rest Kingpin shows you all the best.
And then it was over and we took our applause. We passed the peace pipe and thought no more. About the scenes that were missing, about the lines we had crossed.
Everything to decide. It's time I came up with some answers before I can carry on. It's time I made my mind up before we can go along. . And I thought it was so simple.
I was flicking through the channels on the TV. On a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain. Trying to piece together conversations,. Trying to find out where to lay the blame.
I heard the battle raging on the other side of the wall. Buried my head in a pillow and tried to ignore it all. Every night when I hear you I dream of breaking down your door.
I don't trust the government. I don't trust alternatives. It's not that I'm paranoid. It's just that's the way it is. . Everyday I hear a little scream inside.
I'm a soldier in the forever wars. No photos of a family in my wallet. Got no ID, no credit cards, I don't exist. I never have, I never have. . Raised in jungles I quickly learned to read the trees.
Coming up from the sound. It's got you swimming around. Metal's crushing your bones. As you hit the ground. No blood no foul. Back into the pool. No diving from here.
(speedy/keen). . Call out the instigators because there's something in the air,. We got to get together sooner or later because the revolutions here,.
I see the pestilence outside my window. I see the dung heaps piled at least a mile high. I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street. I face the morning with my customary sigh.
She's got a photograph of David Bowie. In a Victorian hand made frame. Signed backstage by a roadie in his name. She's got Hemingway in her bedside table.
Good morning, good afternoon. And what have you got to say?. Well, I'm waiting but I can't stay long. It's such a lovely day. . There's a time to be talking.
I saw the stars in your eyes. And I knew it was puppy school love. xxx. You saw the twinkle in mine. Then we both knew it was time to hold our breath.
A hand held over a candle in angst-fuelled bravado. A carbon trail scores a moist stretched palm. Trapped in the indecision of another fine menu. And you sit there and ask me to tell you the story so far.
People got problems that they can't work out. So their sense cracks. I read the paper and I watch the news. It don't give me the blues. . It just gives me the blacks.
--- "Shortcut to Somewhere" Taken from the movie "Quicksilver" ---. He was a fallen angel from the Tower of Babble. Strung out on a high wire. Another skyline drifter, an immaculate stranger.
Sheltering her ego on the edge of the floodlight's arc. She'll contemplate seduction, calculate the catch. When she moved her presence speared me. When she spoke her words ensnared me.