It feels like a hundred years.
A veces se me aparecen en el umbral entre el sueño y la vigilia, vienen hacia mí y ya no estoy solo.
Ses coses no són fàcils per ningú dins aquest iglú tan descongelat.
The one and only time I ever saw Toxic Boy cry was when some sodium chloride got into his eye.
La gente necesita conocer tu opinión de mierda.
Ahir vaig tenir l'oportunitat de ficar unes cançons
ambientant el Mercat de la Música de Lleida, mentre la gent mirava i
regirava per les seves paradetes ben omplertes de vinils, cd's, samarretes i,
àdhuc, llibres musicals.
Us imagineu el que és contaminar les orelles de la gent que
passa pel carrer principal de la teva ciutat?. Doncs sí, va estar molt bé i va
ser un privilegi. Moltes gràcies Mercat de la Música.
Com un de purista en té ben poc, vaig utilitzar tots els formats:
vinil, CD original, 3-4 cançons ripejades. Si algun talibà s'escandalitza,
pitjor per ell, encara que reconec que algun despiste vaig tenir amb tant canvi
però què seria de nosaltres sense les imperfeccions i alguna improvisació?.
Si li voleu donar una escolta us deixo la llista pujada a Spotify. Per
qüestions de temps les dues darreres van quedar fora.
When the night is closing
Eyes are running wild
Then I hear you humming
All night long
The sign I see it
Tell me am I true
All I need from you is
All I see
This city's paved with cold
Playboys buying fun
Seems there is no hunter left
Without his hunting gun
Can you feel the light
The air is wild open
Oh you see the light it's coming through
It's there in the distance
Always offered to me
Always coming over a hill
Oh your see-saw smile
Lasts me all night long
Like a siren's curl
When the night is long
Now come hold my hand
No bad vibe hearts
Hold my hand you know
This journey could be long
Yeah the seasons come in
All the nights are woven
All the nights we'll see them through
Ahh no hundred men now
Would dare cut into us
We'll go on and see it through
Belle,
Une rose qui a joue son role
Mon Miroir,
Mon clef d'or
Mon cheval
Et mon gant sont les cinq secrets de ma puissance
Je voulais livrer
Il vous suffira de mettre ce gant
A votre main droite
Il vous transportera ou vous desirez l'etre
When the night has come in
Your eyes are running wild
Then I hear you humming
All night long
Yeah the sign I see it
Yeah the times I see it
All I need to know from you
Is all I see
Can you feel the light
The air is wild, open
Oh you see the light,
It's coming through
It's there in the distance
Always offered to me
Always coming over a hill
Yeah the seasons come in
All the nights are woven
All the nights we'll see them through
Ahh no hundred men now
Would dare cut into us
We'll go on and see it through
cold streets, grey town, early morning, no-one around, lets steal milk from a closed door, we wont drink it, but thats not what we do it for, walking around like a run away kite these are the days of eternal nights, say you were laughing at something when i saw you the first time, such a model, what an actress, i must confess, i never thought that'd you'd be, who you are doing what you do now, lindy's party, lindy's party we dont talk about what if, lindy's party cold streets, grey town, it's bound to ghetto bring you down, hey you, where you been lately? nothingy around, in stately style well your crew have changed but they still hang on every word they worship just the same they worship just the same now you tell me i dont live in the real world say i wont ever understand well your hair's still red, you still got the same hands, who told you, you were a country girl (x2) well i know who it was say why do you look like you're in pain? why have your hands become house-trained? cold streets, grey town, it's bound to ghetto bring you down, but i remember the way you used to use your eyes, i remember your eyes, and your thighs, and your jet black tights you wore underneath your long blue shirt, you bought second hand to keep you dry on rainy nights so who told you, you were a country girl? who told you you were a country girl star-crossed lovers heading for disaster you took a lifetime on the morning after lindy's party, lindy's party we dont talk about what if, lindy's party, yeah lindy's party,lindy's party we dont talk about what if, lindy's party hey (lindys party underneath) i remember the way you used to use your eyes, i remember your eyes, and your thighs, and your jet black tights you wore underneath your long blue shirt, you bought second hand to keep you dry on rainy nights who told you you were a country girl? star-crossed lovers heading for disaster you took a lifetime on the morning after lindy's party
