lunes, 28 de junio de 2010
Belleruche - Minor Swing
Lessons to be learnt but who's going to teach
Who's writing the rules, well I decree
A day of tragedy when love is lost
When a friend, when a friend is pissed off
Misunderstandings are so unfair
Psychoanalyse me please oh my friend
Let's begin, let confusion unravel around me
And, and if I give the pieces together
The way they make sense to me I'll do my best
But I can use only what I've seen from where I've been
And the lives that have lived before me
Who's going to look, who's going to cheek
No one can really say 'cause they're all dead
But we can try and only try to live with integrity
So come and see if from
Come and see if from
Come and see it from here
So come and see if from
Come and see if from
Come and see it from here and
Whatever you seek
Which book you may read
Which planet you seek
Script you write and forces you fight
Whatever you seek
Which book you may read
Which planet you seek
Oh no there's will and there's fate
Or random explosions everyday
Or is the world an orchestrated play
Or a clock, tick-tock, a clock work game
Us being the cogs and the product is time
Questions to evolve with the answers to find
Like what the hell, what the hell are we doing here anyhow
Yeah a gift it is to have everything
To fill our lines with happiness and what we desire
But only if you want it, only if you need it
Only if you brave it, only if you seek it
So be kind 'cause there's a piece of me in you
I'll be kind 'cause there's a piece of you in me
A piece of everyone somewhere elsewhere lesser and greater
So come and see if from
Come and see if from
Come and see it from here
So come and see if from
Come and see if from
Come and see it from here and
Whatever you seek
Which book you may read
Which planet you seek
Script you write and forces you fight
Whatever you seek
Which book you may read
Which planet you seek
Oh let's begin tonight
Whatever you seek
Which book you may read
Which planet you seek
Script you write and forces you fight
Whatever you seek
Which book you may read
Which planet you seek
Oh no there's will and there's fate
Or random explosions everyday
Or is the world an orchestrated play
Or a clock, tick-tock, a clock work game
Us being the cogs and the product is time
Questions to evolve with the answers to find
Like what the hell, what the hell are we doing here anyhow
What are we doing here.
etiquetado desquiciado
Belleruche,
Disquisiciones,
Electrónica,
Nu Jazz,
Poetry,
Swing,
Videos
Suscribirse a:
Enviar comentarios (Atom)
La Consigna
"las grandes verdades se dicen en los vestíbulos" E. M. C.
Desquisiada Poesía del Mundo
- Capital del Dolor - Paul Eluard
- Una Nube en pantalones y otros poemas - V. Maiakovski
- 100 Poemas - Li Po
- El hombre aproximativo - Triztán Tzara
- El Spleen de París - Charles Baudelaire
- Presencia Terrible (Take III) - Juan E.Domínguez, A. Teófilo Hernández, Martin Pinot Picabia
- Soy Vertical - Pero preferiría ser Horizontal - Sylvia Plath
- Los Ditirambos de Dionisio - Frederic Nietzsche
- Pomes All Sizes - Jack Kerouac
- La Caida de América - Allen Ginsberg
- El Hundimiento del Titanic y otros poemas - Hans Magnus Erzemberguer
- De Dónde son las Palabras - Luisa Futoranski
- Palabras para Julia y otros Poemas - J. A. Goytisolo
- VARIACIONES ALREDOR DE NADA - LEÓN DE GREIFF
- NOVA ET VETERA - LEÓN DE GREIFF
- An American Prayer - James Douglas Morrison
- Song To Myself - Walt Whitman
- Las Hojas de Hypnos - René Char
- Las Uvas de la Ira - René Char
- La Balada de la Cárcel de Reading - Oscar Wilde
- Howl - Allen Ginsberg
- El Barco Ebrio - Arthur Rimbaud
- El Cementerio Marino - Paul Válery
- El Pesa-Nervios - Antonin Artaud
- El Testamento - Francois Villón
- Ex Manifesto Rex - J. S. Solís C. y Luis F. Ruiz
- La Extracción de la Piedra de la Locura - Alejandra Pizarnik
- Las Flores del Mal - Carolus Baldelarius
- Las Iluminaciones - Arthur Rimbaud
- Las Úlceras de Adán - Héctor Rojas Herazo
- Los Poetas Malditos - Paul Verlaine
- Peleando a la Contra - Henry Chinaski
- Poesias - Isidore Ducasse - Conde de Lautreamont
- Poesía Impura - Iván Tubau
- Una temporada en el Infierno - Arthur Rimbaud
1 comentario:
huuuuuy que belleza o que bellisima voz y sonido, no los habia escuchado!!! me encanto, el sabado nos enrummmmmmbamos en la forma, voy preparando mis baterias. un abrazo
Publicar un comentario