Sunday, January 13, 2008

los labios se vuelven rojos
y definidos
cuando existo
(o dejo de existir)



Don't let it bring you down

Old man lying by the side of the road

With the lorries rolling by,
Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
And the building scrape the sky,
Cold wind ripping down the allay at dawn
And the morning paper flies,
Dead man lying by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes.

Dont let it bring you down
Its only castles burning,
Find someone who's turning
And you will come around.

Blind man running through the light of the night
With an answer in his hand,
Come on down to the river of sight
And you can really understand,
Red lights flashing through the window in the rain,
Can you hear the sirens moan?
White cane lying in a gutter in the lane,
If youre walking home alone.

Dont let it bring you down
Its only castles burning,
Just find someone who's turning
And you will come around.

Dont let it bring you down
Its only castles burning,
Just find someone who's turning
And you will come around.


algo de sentido en la canción (en los primeros comentarios), adecuado para el erotismo -eso de las muertes- y la sexualidad de la escena de la poderosísima American Beauty en la que aparece.


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