09 octubre 2007

Enseguida vuelvo.

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - burn with a weak heart
(So I) guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothing

Hi yo I got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up + say goodnight . . . say goodnight

Home - is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home - -she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time Before we were born
If someone asks, this where I'll be . . . where I'll be

Hi yo We drift in and out
Hi yo sing into my mouth
Out of all tose kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head Ah ooh


4 comentarios:

Alfredo dijo...

Pese a lo que pudiera parecer, este blog no está cerrado -sólo un poco abandonao!. Nos vamos unos días de vacaciones y a la vuelta...

Vulcano Lover dijo...

Qué dejao... con lo que nos gusta leer tus cositas... El otoño no te borrará la inspiración, no??

Bueno viaggio (al menos, cuando te ves de viaje nos lo cuentas y supongo que tendremos posts a la vuelta, no?)

Besos

jm dijo...

me encanta esta canción, que buenos eran, que bueno era Dabid Byrne, como me gusta el final

And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head Ah ooh

que viejo estoy

felices vacaciones, feliz regreso

Alfredo dijo...

Vulcano , has acertado esta vez: Me voy a Italia, más concretamente a Florencia. A la vuelta lo cuento.

Jm, no me digas eso de viejo que yo casi podría ser tu hermano mayor!
Si, los TH eran geniales y no se han quedado antiguos ni ridículos (como tantos otros). Es lo que distingue lo "moderno" de lo intemporal.