Sunday morning my Rebekahs sleeping in with me again. There's a kid outside the church kickin' a can. When the ceder branchs twist she turns her collar to the wind. The weather can close the world within it's hands. And my mother says Rebekah is as stubborn as the come. They both call me to with words I never knew. There's a bug inside the thimble there's a band aid on her thumb, and a pony in the river turning blue. They say time may give you more then your poor bones could ever take. My Rebekah says she never wants a boy. To be barefoot on the driveway as they wave and ride away, and to run inside and curse the open door. I once gave to my Rebekah a belated promise ring and she sold it to the waitress one a train. I may find her by the phone booth with a fashion magazine. She may kiss me when her girlfriends leave again. They say time may give you more then your poor bones could ever take. I think I could never love another girl. To be free atop a tree stump and to look the other way. While she shines my mothers imitation pearls. Sunday evening, my Rebeka's lost a book she never read. And the moon fell into the sea. So the statues of our fathers in the courthouse flowerbed, now they bend with all the lighting tattered trees. They say time may give you more then your poor bones could ever take. My Rebekah said she knew I'd want a boy. A dollar for my boardwalk red balloon to float away. She would earn a pocketful to buy me more.
1 de septiembre de 2009
Belated promise ring - Iron and Wine
Sunday morning my Rebekahs sleeping in with me again. There's a kid outside the church kickin' a can. When the ceder branchs twist she turns her collar to the wind. The weather can close the world within it's hands. And my mother says Rebekah is as stubborn as the come. They both call me to with words I never knew. There's a bug inside the thimble there's a band aid on her thumb, and a pony in the river turning blue. They say time may give you more then your poor bones could ever take. My Rebekah says she never wants a boy. To be barefoot on the driveway as they wave and ride away, and to run inside and curse the open door. I once gave to my Rebekah a belated promise ring and she sold it to the waitress one a train. I may find her by the phone booth with a fashion magazine. She may kiss me when her girlfriends leave again. They say time may give you more then your poor bones could ever take. I think I could never love another girl. To be free atop a tree stump and to look the other way. While she shines my mothers imitation pearls. Sunday evening, my Rebeka's lost a book she never read. And the moon fell into the sea. So the statues of our fathers in the courthouse flowerbed, now they bend with all the lighting tattered trees. They say time may give you more then your poor bones could ever take. My Rebekah said she knew I'd want a boy. A dollar for my boardwalk red balloon to float away. She would earn a pocketful to buy me more.
27 de agosto de 2009
La memoria - Depedro
He oído que el fugitivo, ha escapado de su destino. He oído que hay mucha gente, que está cansada de pan y circo. De llorar siempre que miro, de sufrir este camino, de reírme del capricho de los que han decidido. De llorar siempre que miro, de sufrir este camino, de reírme del capricho de los que han decidido. He oído en los que padecen, que la memoria no se pierde. Tiene hijos poderosos y cualquier día vienen a verte. De llorar siempre que miro, de sufrir este camino, de reírme del capricho de los que han decidido. De llorar siempre que miro, de sufrir este camino, de reírme del capricho de los que han decidido."No se olviden" me dijo una mujer aquí estamos, tú eres nuestro poder.De llorar siempre que miro, de sufrir este camino, de reírme del capricho de los que han decidido. De llorar siempre que miro, de sufrir este camino, de reírme del capricho de los que han decidido...
26 de agosto de 2009
Reconocer - Vinodelfin
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Calle melancolía - Joaquin Sabina
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Erasmus borrachas - Francisco Nixon
17 de agosto de 2009
My love has gone - Josh Rouse
Artista: Josh Rouse
My love has gone
Love ain't on my side love aint special love aint great. Lost in a fog the but I'm inspired to find my way. Where did you go I still curse you to this day. I miss her smile I miss her laughing in my face. Why don't you come round, baby I've bean so blue, and I sleep with the TV on It's the only sound now love's gone. I will recover I will hear it whisper back. Until then I keep on leg up off the track, cause he tells you , you are still upon his mind. He'll get around n see you when he finds the time. Why don't you come round, Baby I've bean so blue, and I sleep with the TV on. It's the only sound now love's gone. When you come round, baby I've been a fool, and I've already waited so long. So long my love has gone. Why don't you come round. Baby I've bean so blue, and I sleep with the TV on. It's the only sound now love's gone. When you come round, baby I've been a fool and I've already waited so long. So long my love has gone .Ohh... and I've already waited so long...
Traducción: My love has gone
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