Saturday, January 12, 2008

Del Cuaderno....

(This is not a poem)

"Fumo un galoise y los colores y el sabor del cigarro son míos, como siempre.
Termino justo en donde empecé pero esta vez el amanecer es sólo para mí."

Mi canción de la semana


He was forgotten, she was gone.

I don't know how I'm gonna tell you,
I can't play with you no more,
I don't know how I'm gonna do what mama told me,
My friend, the boy next door.
I can't believe what people saying,
You're gonna let your hair hang down,
I'm satisfied to sit here working all day long,
You're in the darker side of town.

And when I'm out I see you walking, Why don't your eyes see me?
Could it be you've found another game to play, What did mama say to me?

That's The Way, Oh, That's The Way it oughtta be,
Mama say That's The Way it oughtta stay,

And yesterday I saw you standing by the river,
And weren't those tears that filled your eyes?
And all the fish that lay in dirty water dying,
Had they got you hypnotized?

And yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers,
But all that lives is born to die.
And so I say to you that nothing really matters,
And all you do is stand and cry.

I don't know what to say about it,
When all your ears are turned away,
But now's the time to look and look again at what you see,
Is that the way it ought to stay?

That's the way... That's the way it oughtta be, oh don't you know now,
Mama said, mama said... that's the way it's gonna stay

5 comments:

Rafael said...

que buena canción, ¡caray! iba a decir algo aventurado sobre led zeppelin pero mejor no... o tal vez lo cambie, me gustan muchos sus tranquilas, más que las roqueras, pero las roqueras son outstanding, así que mejor no digo nada.

Saludos

Anonymous said...

Bebilia: Since I've Been Loving You....

Guillermo said...

Me encantó la rola, la bajaré ahora de Ares jajaja.
Lo de tu no-poema me recordó a la nueva ley del cigarro.... qué mal #$#"$%&#$ pex.

Alex said...

Estoy deacuerdo, al cancion esta chida!
Pasando lista despues de un buen ratillo, saludso Andrea!

Anonymous said...

EL NO POEMA ME HIZO IMAGINAR A PATTY SMITH.

CHOUCH.