jueves, 6 de septiembre de 2007

Ama, ama, ama y ensancha el alma


Quisiera que mi voz fuera tan fuerte

que a veces retumbaran las montañas

y escucharais las mentes social-adormecidas

las palabras de amor de mi garganta.

Abrid los brazos, la mente y repartíos

que sólo os enseñaron el odio y la avaricia

y yo quiero que todos como hermanos

repartamos amores, lágrimas y sonrisas.

De pequeño me impusieron las costumbres

me educaron para hombre adinerado

pero ahora prefiero ser un indio

que un importante abogado.

Hay que dejar el camino social-alquitranado

porque en él se nos quedan pegadas las pezuñas

hay que volar libre al sol y al viento

repartiendo el amor que tengas dentro.

Extremoduro

how you look through other people's eyes

(Vos nunca sabes exactamente como te ves a través de los ojos de los demás)



Marky got with Sharon And Sharon got Sharice She was sharing Sharon's outlook On the topic of disease Mikey had a facial scar And Bobby was a racist They were all in love with dyin' They were doing it in Texas Tommy played piano Like a kid out in the rain Then he lost his leg in Dallas He was dancing with a train They were all in love with dyin' They were drinking from a fountain That was pouring like an avalanche Coming down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips And smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary And softly spoken lies You never know just how you look Through other people's eyes Some will die in hot pursuit In fiery auto crashes Some will die in hot pursuit While sifting through my ashes Some will fall in love with life And drink it from a fountainThat is pouring like an avalanche Coming down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips And smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary And softly spoken lies You never know just how you look Through other people's eyes Another Mikey took a knife While arguing in traffic Flipper died a natural death He caught a nasty virus Then there was the ever-present Football player rapist They were all in love with dyin' They were doing it in Texas Polly caught a bullet But it only hit his leg Well it should have been a better shot And got him in the head They were all in love with dyin' They were drinking from a fountain That was pouring like an avalanche Coming down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips And smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary And softly spoken lies You never know just how you look Through other people's eyes

Pepper o Coming down the mountain

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