sábado, 4 de julio de 2009

Memorias de alarma





Un sábado lluvioso, entre acentos invertidos, pronunciaciones exageradas, me perdí entre las gotas que deliberaban, si rocear al anfibio o dejar seco al lamento.




Excuse me sir, I'm lost I'm looking for a place where I can get lost.
I'm looking for a home for my malfunctioning being.
I'm looking for the mechanical music museum.

This is a warning I'll spell it out for you, for you.
This is a warning I'll spell it out for you.

Excuse me miss I'm a dog on heat.
I'm a complicated being with love songs to beat.
I'm a problem solving baby who could march all night.
I'm a mechanical music man and I'm starting a fire.

Hot Chip with break your legs, snap off your head.
Hot Chip will put you down, under the ground.

Excuse me child, I am trying to see all the colors and wonder your brightness can be.
Return to nothingness and joy just might be right.
But prepare yourself for a mechanical fright.

This is a warning I'll spell it out for you, for you.
This is a warning I'll spell it out for you, for you.

3 comentarios:

Elmo dijo...

Que bella esa song, me zumbo en los oidos el verano pasado muy a menudo.
Que bueno que los acentos exagerados pagan finalmente.
Cheers!

Elmo dijo...

No habia visto el Gatuso abajo, jajajaja
Miau?

Lunatique´s Eyelides dijo...

Esa song es recontra hermosaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa***sí abajo hay un minino** un lindo minino merodeando mis faldas*

¡Qué pasao el hombre*!

jaaaaa