Resulta que ando de melancolico por estas jornadas. Ademas de que este blog cumple un año también es el aniversario de algunas cosas personales mas, dolorosas y rupturistas.
Dicen que para todo tipo de momentos existe una canción que monopoliza los oidos.
No se, creo que es cierto.
Ultimente tengo a mas de uno cansado con mi insistencia en Blur, pero las letras que leeran a continuación estan significando mucho para mi en estos momentos:
Best days* - Blur
Bow bells say goodbye to the last train
Over the river they all go again
Out into leafy nowhereHope someone's
waiting out there for them
Cabbie has his mind on a fare to the sun
He works nights but it's not much fun
Picks up the London yo-yosAll on their own down in SoHoTake me home
Other people wouldn't like to hear you
If you said that these are the best days of our lives
Other people'd turn around and laugh at you
If you said that these are the best days of our lives
Trellick Tower's been calling
I know she'll leave me in the morning
In hotel cells listening to dial tones
Remote controls and cable moans
In his drink he's talking
Gets disconnected sleepwalking back home
* (Uno de los pocos temas que se salvan de la mini-hecatombe que significó "The great Escape")
Dicen que para todo tipo de momentos existe una canción que monopoliza los oidos.
No se, creo que es cierto.
Ultimente tengo a mas de uno cansado con mi insistencia en Blur, pero las letras que leeran a continuación estan significando mucho para mi en estos momentos:
Best days* - Blur
Bow bells say goodbye to the last train
Over the river they all go again
Out into leafy nowhereHope someone's
waiting out there for them
Cabbie has his mind on a fare to the sun
He works nights but it's not much fun
Picks up the London yo-yosAll on their own down in SoHoTake me home
Other people wouldn't like to hear you
If you said that these are the best days of our lives
Other people'd turn around and laugh at you
If you said that these are the best days of our lives
Trellick Tower's been calling
I know she'll leave me in the morning
In hotel cells listening to dial tones
Remote controls and cable moans
In his drink he's talking
Gets disconnected sleepwalking back home
* (Uno de los pocos temas que se salvan de la mini-hecatombe que significó "The great Escape")
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