(N.Cuerda/F.Amador). Sobre un tejado lleno de carbn. Mago del paraguas nunca viste el sol. Cenicienta tu pasado fue. sin tristeza, sueos de algodn.. Tus recuerdos son cenizas de papel.
(N.Cuerda/F.Amador). Ya no veis la paz que tiene el mundo. no podis al viento que os arruga. aceptis sistemas muy distintos. sin creer en vuestro ser dogmtico..
(N.Cuerda/F.Amador). Un clarn usas. en tu voz hay un bufn. an el sol busca. su jardn.. Ya no hay sueos. manejando la razn.. En tus nubes. hubo s. mil historias.
(N.Cuerda/F.Amador). . Hubo un cielo azul por morada. dependiendo en ti se agot. ya no ven color las pupilas. y ese valle, el sol, de ficcin.. Un buzn qued en la via.
(N.Cuerda/F.Amador). Mil notas de cristal. el tiempo funde. dnde irn?. dnde irn.. Primavera loca. que reflejas. en gotas de lluvia. esa cancin que me perdi..
(N.Cuerda). Siempre el hombre y sangre. se han de fusionar. como el Cosmos brilla. fuego sin cesar; tobera.. Que aventura vida. nos dejas tomar. todo en nuestras manos.
(N.Cuerda/F.Amador). Si vas por la calle caminando. creers que el desierto llor. murmullos, un espejo de aversin.. Carretera dnde vas. solitaria y sin color.
(N.Cuerda/F.Amador). El autobs est esperando. a la rutina del temor. va saturado de colillas. pintado con carbn.. Cuando regresas a ese fondo en grises.
(N.Cuerda/F.Amador). Ya no quedan locos. hijos de un pasado. piezas de ajedrez. para jugar.. Ya no quedan locos. ni sus manicomios. palacios de sal. don de soar..
Sequins in your wake find their way. 'Cause someone left the lights on. And the noon, it is a powerful one. . Sunshine was outside and I found. Something in the swing, here.
You showed up dressing down,. Wearing absolutely nothing.. Both in life, the talk of town,. With your bookmark full of visa.. . You did not come to raise the bar,.
It's elemental. When the story opens. It's elemental. Come sunset's gone. . And no surprise then. When someone was delivered. He's had a long day, talk to the living.
Are we judged here by the things we say, or is it just the noise we make?. Long before you were a patent pending. There was a time you were the artist-friendly one.
All these things growing, we don't stay the same size. We slow down and we speed up sometimes. It will surprise, it will surprise you when you get the good news.
No one wants to weigh things down, but they tend to fly away. And rescue teams will look for days. I like the way things are. I say abandon the search, for an author of small work.
Let's Get High!. High on love. . Bounce with the bigots in the North. Got me rocking back and forth. And the bigots in the South. Don't you know it make no difference to me.
Like a hit man, oh, like a dancer. All muscle, all muscle. Like the old champion about to go under. I owe my soul, owe my soul. . Feel like a changed man but not a changed man.
I was a silent partner.. I found myself with the rabble who stood on the mount,. hipshot, thinking, but not out loud:. "There are too many prophets here.".
I'm the star of a book you wrote before your career was illustrious. Though only renters and college kids skimmed through. Skipped through to the end to see if you got help from someone there up on high.
stop twisting your. words into shapes. shapes you can only make out when you squint. traveling with. heads full of myth. our submarine pulls into stockholm.