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jueves, 6 de noviembre de 2008
sábado, 16 de agosto de 2008
Sounds of silence
HELLO DARKNESS, MY OLD FRIEND,
I´VE COME TO TALK WITH YOU AGAIN.
BECAUSE A VISION SOFTLY CREEPING
LEFT ITS SEEDS WHILE I WAS SLEEPING.
AND THE VISION THAT WAS PLANTED IN MY BRAIN
STILL REMAINS WITHIN THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE.
IN RESTLESS DREAMS I WALKED ALONE
NARROW STREETS OF COBBLESTONE,
´NEATH THE HALO OF A STREET LAMP
I TURNED MY COLLAR TO THE COLD AND DAMP
WHEN MY EYES WERE STABBED
BY THE FLASH OF THE NEON LIGHT, THAT SPLIT THE NIGHT
AND TOUCH THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE.
AND IN THE NAKED LIGHT I SAW
TEN THOUSAND PEOPLE, MAYBE MORE.
PEOPLE TALKING WITHOUT SPEAKING,
PEOPLE HEARING WITHOUT LISTENING.
PEOPLE WRITING SONGS THAT VOICES NEVER SHARE
AND NO ONE DARED DISTURB THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE.
´FOOLS,´ SAID I, ´YOU DO NOT KNOW
SILENCE LIKE A CANCER GROWS.
HEAR MY WORDS THAT I MIGHT TEACH YOU,
TAKE MY ARMS THAT I MIGHT REACH YOU.´
BUT MY WORDS LIKE SILENT RAINDROPS FELL,
AND ECHOED IN THE WELLS OF SILENCE.
AND THE PEOPLE BOWED AND PRAYED
TO THE NEON GOD THEY MADE.
AND THE SIGN FLASHED OUT ITS WARNING
IN THE WORDS THAT IT WAS FORMING.
AND THE SIGNS SAID, THE WORDS OF THE PROPHETS
ARE WRITTEN ON THE SUBWAY WALLS AND TENEMENT HALLS.
AND WHISPERED IN THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE.
I´VE COME TO TALK WITH YOU AGAIN.
BECAUSE A VISION SOFTLY CREEPING
LEFT ITS SEEDS WHILE I WAS SLEEPING.
AND THE VISION THAT WAS PLANTED IN MY BRAIN
STILL REMAINS WITHIN THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE.
IN RESTLESS DREAMS I WALKED ALONE
NARROW STREETS OF COBBLESTONE,
´NEATH THE HALO OF A STREET LAMP
I TURNED MY COLLAR TO THE COLD AND DAMP
WHEN MY EYES WERE STABBED
BY THE FLASH OF THE NEON LIGHT, THAT SPLIT THE NIGHT
AND TOUCH THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE.
AND IN THE NAKED LIGHT I SAW
TEN THOUSAND PEOPLE, MAYBE MORE.
PEOPLE TALKING WITHOUT SPEAKING,
PEOPLE HEARING WITHOUT LISTENING.
PEOPLE WRITING SONGS THAT VOICES NEVER SHARE
AND NO ONE DARED DISTURB THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE.
´FOOLS,´ SAID I, ´YOU DO NOT KNOW
SILENCE LIKE A CANCER GROWS.
HEAR MY WORDS THAT I MIGHT TEACH YOU,
TAKE MY ARMS THAT I MIGHT REACH YOU.´
BUT MY WORDS LIKE SILENT RAINDROPS FELL,
AND ECHOED IN THE WELLS OF SILENCE.
AND THE PEOPLE BOWED AND PRAYED
TO THE NEON GOD THEY MADE.
AND THE SIGN FLASHED OUT ITS WARNING
IN THE WORDS THAT IT WAS FORMING.
AND THE SIGNS SAID, THE WORDS OF THE PROPHETS
ARE WRITTEN ON THE SUBWAY WALLS AND TENEMENT HALLS.
AND WHISPERED IN THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE.
viernes, 1 de febrero de 2008
domingo, 27 de enero de 2008
martes, 20 de noviembre de 2007
The Pogues
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Springs a girl in the street at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
sábado, 11 de agosto de 2007
domingo, 5 de agosto de 2007
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