jueves, 4 de noviembre de 2010

Mcurtis


Here it comes again, Here it comes again, Day in, Day out, Day in, Day out

If been waiting for a guide to take me by the hand, could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man, these sensations barely interest me for another day, i've got the spirit, loose the feeling take the shock away

To the center of the city where all roads keep waiting for you

A lonely bird wont set you free, so you say... we'll share a drink and step outside, an angry voice and one who cries, we'll give you everything and more... Because we, waiting for me, hoping for something more, me, seing me this time, hoping for something else

Radio, live transmission, radio, live transmission. Listen to the silence, let it bring up...

Walk in silence, dont walk away in silence, see the danger, always danger... walk, in silence, dont turn away, in silence, your confusion, my ilusion, walk like a mask of self pain... People like you, find it easy, aint cant you see, walking on air, hurting by the river by the street every corner, abandoned too soon

Someone take these dreams away... they keep calling me

Confusion in her eyes that says it all, she's lost control, and she's screaming in the nearest pass by, she¡s lost control again

When rutin drives hard, and ambition grows low... emotions wont grow... love will
tear us apart... again

These days

So this is permanence

Heart and soul what will burn

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Isolation... isolation... isolation... mother i cried to believe me, im doing the best that i can, im ashamed of the person i am, isolation, isolation, isolation, but if you can just see the beauty... it stink... cry...

2 comentarios:

  1. debe usted de haber pasado un desierto terrible, si teclea letras de la división Joy. ánimos magnánimos, magna anima, alma grande, ensanchecemos las almas.

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  2. polaroid es la bruja lola. control.5 de noviembre de 2010, 14:29

    no se lo he dicho nunca por respeto... pero dado que somos viejos conocidos, y que le tengo simpatía y empatía, y que tanta identificación por la vía de Ian Curtis no me parece lo más conveniente para la salud mental de nadie, y que soy la mejor en meterme dónde no me importa,se lo cuento:

    tras terminar de ver "control" me entraron ganas de darle a Ian Curtis un par de collejas mientras le susurraba al oído "un pico y una pala te daba yo".

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