Lotus flower song: Columbia

martes, 9 de febrero de 2010

Columbia

¿Qué espero?

El momento para correr por las infinitas escaleras, patear la puerta de la terraza y desgarrar mi garganta en el grito que me confiese al fin qué es lo que estoy esperando.

Gritar.

Y olvidar así este histeriqueo bipolar de mis deseos enrarecidos.

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Moli dijo...: es increible la forma en la qe me siento relacionado con esto, me siento asi en este preciso momento.; 10 de febrero de 2010, 18:26

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Not me

I dont give a damn about my reputation,
you´re living in the past, is a new generation,
A girl can do what she wants to do,
and that´s what im gonna do,
And i dont give a damn about my bad reputation.

I dont give a damn about my reputation,
i never said i wanted to improve my station
Im only doing good when im having fun,
I dont have to please no one.
And I dont give a damn about my bad reputation.

Oh, no, not me.

I dont give a damn about my reputation,
I´ve never been afraind of any deviation.
And i really dont care if you think im strange,
I aint gonna change,
And i dont give a damn about my bad reputation.

No, no, no, no, no.
Not me.

Going to California

D. D.

This ain't rock'n'roll. This is genocide!
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was
Tod Browning's freak you was
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee
I'm sure you're not protected,
for it's plain to see
The diamond dogs are poachers and
they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will,
mannequins with kill appeal.

Call them the Diamond Dogs
In the year of the scavenger,
the season of the bitch
Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch
Just another future song, lonely little kitsch
(There's gonna be sorrow)
try and wake up tomorrow.

retro, dance, freak!

Hello everybody!
Get a ride to the west side,
kiss the girl with her tongue tied.
Were just physical creatures of the underworld,
She is the queen of the Fra Disco Scene.

Retro, Dance, Freak!
Undercover, the girl needs her lover .
What's up everybody?
Take a ride on an airplane,
Take a bath in champagne.

Retro, Dance, Freak!
undercover, the girl needs her lover.
Let's go, everybody!
It's time that we rotate, cause its getting real late.
We're Just Physical Creatures Of The Underworld.

Retro, Dance, Freak!
Undercover, the girl needs her lover .

And the future hangs over our heads,
and it moves with each current event
until it falls all around like a cold steady rain,
just stay in when it's lookin' this way.
And the moon's laying low in the sky
forcing everything metal to shine.
And the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case
they argue "walk this way," "no walk this way".
I keep drinking the ink from my pen
and I'm balancing history books up on my head,
but it all boils down to one quoteable phrase
"If you love something give it away".