sábado, octubre 06, 2007

Día 98. 3 covers 3

High & Dry
Radiohead




Two jumps in a week,
I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy.
Flying on your motorcycle,
watching all the ground beneath you drop.
You'd kill yourself for recognition;
kill yourself to never ever stop.
You broke another mirror;
you're turning into something you are not.

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Drying up in conversation,
you will be the one who cannot talk.
All your insides fall to pieces,
you just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you
when you think you've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at you.
You will be the one screaming out.

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

It's the best thing that you've ever had,
the best thing that you've ever, ever had.
It's the best thing that you've ever had;
the best thing you've had has gone away.

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry


Made to last
Semisonic




Made to last awhile
And roll on
Made to move in style
And move along

Made to dream of flying
So high
Made to wake up crying
I dont know why

Beautiful one
Asleep in the sun
Secret, sweet, and sublime
I hope you last a long, long time

Made to come alone
And pair up
Flash like a rolling stone
Seventy-one

One time love affair
With the earth
Waiting on the air
For some re-birth
(for what its worth)

Wherever you are
Nearby or far
Black, white, lemon or lime
I hope you last a long, long time


Somewhere only we know
Keane




I walked across an empty land,
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand.
I felt the earth beneath my feet,
Sat by the river and it made me complete.
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when you're gonna let me in,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.

I came across a fallen tree,
I felt the branches; are they looking at me?
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when you're gonna let me in,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.
So if you have a minute why don't we go,
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything.
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know,
Somewhere only we know.

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So, tell me when you gonna let me in,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.
So if you have a minute why don't we go,
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything.
So why don't we go, so why don't we go,

This could be the end of everything.
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know,
Somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know.

viernes, octubre 05, 2007

Día 97 (bis)... Nice dream

La efímera experiencia académica terminó porque afortunadamente las primeras 100 páginas comienzan a rendir frutos. No podré más influenciar ni influir en púberes ni adolescentes, aunque estoy seguro que algo haré al respecto en el futuro.
Por ahora Peter Parker se va al clóset y el otro yo juega de nuevo a ser grande... Aunque los "Misterios de la estrella" me hagan suspirar por el amor eterno otra vez y volver a ser el mismo soñador de siempre.