lunes, enero 08, 2007

PUTOS DÍAS COMO EL DE HOY

Tengo ganas de gritar, de cantar hasta desgañitarme la voz, de cagarme en la puta madre del inventor de los días como el de hoy, de golpear una puerta hasta partirme todos los huesos de la mano y verla destrozada astilla a astilla...



Conversion, software version 7.0,
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub,
Eating seeds as a pastime activity,
The toxicity of our city, of our city,

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

More wood for their fires, loud neighbors,
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck,
Eating seeds as a pastime activity,
The toxicity of our city, of our city,

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder....
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

When I became the sun,
I shone life into the man's hearts,
When I became the sun,
I shone life into the man's hearts.

1 comentario:

sonia dijo...

vaya tela, llevo un tiempo desconectada del mundillo de internet y ahora que me pongo al dia y miro todas las cosillas que se me han quedado atras todos estos dias, voy y me encuentro con esto.espero que no te esperen mas dias como el de hoy.

un besito.

sonia.