Un lugar sin tema definido donde tienen lugar todo tipo de pensamientos, delirios y sentimientos. Un lugar sin trascendencia en el que nada parece venir a cuento y todo tiene cabida. Un lugar donde dejar volar la imaginación. Un lugar donde la gravedad es limitada.

miércoles, 3 de abril de 2013

Noche musical

 Ribbons


i'm sitting pretty and i don't know why
i found somebody, said he'd make me fly
wrapped me up in ribbons then he left me to die
wrapped me up in ribbons then he left me to die
told me he'd hold me 'til there was no more
told me that he'd love me from the top to the floor
wrapped me up in ribbons then he went for the door
wrapped me up in ribbons then he went for the door
all the time he takes are the words that he breaks
all the time he takes are the words that he breaks
i'm not flying
i'm not flying am i
i'm not flying so damn high in the sky
i'm not flying
i'm not flying am i
i'm not flying am i
you look so pretty in the dark of night
but i'm getting wise in the early light
i can see you falling like a homemade kite
i can see you falling like a homemade kite
you put your sunday best on for us all
painting up a promise that you know will fall
wrap me in your ribbons tie me to the wall
wrap me in your ribbons tie me to the wall
all the time he takes are the words that he breaks
all the time he takes are the words that he breaks
i'm not flying
i'm not flying am i
i'm not flying so damn high in the sky
i'm not flying
i'm not flying am i
i'm not flying am i
you walk on everybody
you walk on everyone
you walk right up and you ask me to dance
you ask me to dance
you ask me to dance then you walk away
i'm not flying
i'm not flying am i
i'm not flying so damn high in the sky
i'm not flying
i'm not flying am i
i'm not flying am i 


Empty bottle



Look at yourself
Are you sad?
Are you sad?
Don't be afraid
It's not bad to be sad

Dust off your hands
And reach into foreign lands
Of your mind
Dont be kind cuz we're all fools
Each others tools

When the cracks on my bedroom ceiling
Give me this empty bottle feeling
I think its time to repaint
It's time to repaint myself

Try not to peer through plastic eyes
Through plastic eyes
Peel back the rind
And youll find something kind

You're still you, remember you
Rosy child, strong and wild
With apple lungs
You, you breathe with ease

Floating on the breeze
Floating on the breeze

When the cracks on my bedroom ceiling
Give me this empty bottle feeling
I think its time to repaint
It's time to repaint my...

When the cracks on my bedroom ceiling
Give me this empty bottle feeling
I think its time to repaint
It's time to repaint myself

Maybe blue or green
Or something in between
Maybe blue, maybe green
Maybe something in between

Maybe blue or green
Maybe something
In between
In between 

Bird's song

 

When I would play my song
You used to sing along.
I always seem to forget
How fragile are the very strong.
I'm sorry I can't steal you
I'm sorry I can't stay
So I put band-aids on your knees
And watch you fly away

I'm sending you away tonight
I'll put you on a bird's strong wing
I'm saving you the best way I know how
I hope again one day to hear you sing

You know we're not so far away
Get on a boat, get on a train
And if you ever think you're drowning
I'll try to slow the rain
In two years or so
Drop me a line
Write me a letter
I hope to find you're doing better, better than today, better everyday

I'm sending you away tonight
I'll put you on a bird's strong wing
I'm saving you the best way I know how
I hope again one day to hear you sing
I'm saving you the only way that I know how
I hope again one day to hear you sing
I hope again one day to see you bring your smile back around again 

Always you


i wait in the rain but i don’t complain because i wait for you
i don’t feel pain, you’re like novocain, and i got you 

it was always you
it was always you 

time and again i thought that the end was just around the bend
you showed me there’s more, i got more in store, and i got you 

it was always you
it was always you
it was always you
it was always you 



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