So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
And cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war,
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here
:(
I wish, I wish you were here.
In rainbows, ever.
domingo, 21 de noviembre de 2010
sábado, 23 de octubre de 2010
Dylan me canta todos los dias-

With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,And your basement clothes and your hollow face,Who among them can think he could outguess you?With your silhouette when the sunlight dimsInto your eyes where the moonlight swims,And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,Who among them would try to impress you?Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,Should I leave them by your gate,Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands ~
miércoles, 25 de agosto de 2010
viernes, 13 de agosto de 2010
Dias de verano.

Summer Finn era una mujer promedio altura media, peso medio, los pies un poco más por encima de la media. para toda intencion o propósito era sólo otra chica excepto que no era solo eso.
En 1998, Summer cito una canción de la banda escocesa Belle and Sebastián, en su anuario.
"Pinta mi vida con el caos del problema "
El crecimiento de la las ventas en Michigan, del álbum "el chico con la correa árabe"
martes, 20 de julio de 2010
Eddy quiere.
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