martes, 30 de octubre de 2007

"Fly away to what you want to make"




Oh I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hold the gun

lunes, 29 de octubre de 2007

Retumbando en mis oídos...

THE LAST ENGINEER

I feel alone in the city
I feel alone in the crowd
I try to listen to reason
But the city’s too loud

I took my heart to a doctor
He took one look in my eyes
He told me hearts may be broken
But the love never dies

I tried to follow my father
He was the last engineer
But they’d closed all the factories
And his steps disappeared
I thought I’d follow the train lines
But it started to rain
And everything looked clearer then
Everything was in it’s place

domingo, 28 de octubre de 2007

viernes, 26 de octubre de 2007

I'm tired of this dark place...

Baby I went back to funeral row
kicking through the old streets
of a place I once called home
not long ago

Searching for an omen
looking for a sign
looking for the place I swore an oath of love undying
of love undying

but I'm tired of this dull ache
this endless and fake parade
I'm gonna torch my name and my trade

run into the bright lights
run into the bright lights
run into the bright lights
run into the bright lights

so brother don't go back to funeral row
the streets have fallen silent
and the cross no longer glows
on funeral row

and I'm tired of this dark place
where hope dies and hope fades
I'm gonna leave these shadows behind

head into the bright lights
head into the bright lights
run into the bright lights
run into the bright lights

so come on, Red, get your guitar
feed the flames and feed the fire
wishing things won't make them so
and the truth is, I refuse to go

Cos the shadow's where the best things hide
you can keep the brightest light
you can keep the brightest light
you can keep the blinding light


miércoles, 24 de octubre de 2007

viernes, 19 de octubre de 2007

Urgando en las heridas




3.7

could you run a little faster
while I have pieces of glass
stuck into my feet?

could you smoke in my face
while I feel how my lungs
turn into black sand?

could you let me fall from here
while I think that my bag
is a parachute?



could you play my song
while a failure switches
my voice off?

could you still be yourself
while I have to change what
I like the most?!