she bang the drums ( por que tiene unas cuantos pounds por mes)

I can feel the earth begin to move
I hear my needle hit the groove
And spiral through another day
I hear my song begin to say
Kiss me where the sun don't shine
The past was yours
But the future's mine
You're all out of time
I don't feel too steady on my feet
I feel hollow I feel weak
Passion fruit and holy bread
Fill my guts and ease my head
Through the early morning sun
I can see her here she comes
She bangs the drums
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel

Que?

Abren paraguas.
Hablan de muerte, de lluvia.
Y los tiene acorralados.
Entre charcos. Sudorosos.
Inmunda, antes de nacer.
Impiadosa
Como un mamba africana.
Vos en el nombre de Dios.
Te proclamas un fiel retrato mio.
Admiraste el retrato y no así, la obra.
Y no soportaste un segundo. Piadoso. Para revolcarte. Flagelada.
Por guaridas intravenosas.
Que salpican, hambre y vanidad.
Que resultado, puede salir de tal despreciable ser -un ladrillo- , que tan ingenuamente.
He engendrado. Envalentonada por discursos. Abrasivos. Mórbidos.
Movida por gestos ajenos, y no miradas propias. ¿Quien merece vivir para soportar
tal tortura de un ser tan inmundo? ¿quien?. Si. Es que detrás de los muros hay más muros y detrás de ellos, estoy Yo.

Alvino Ray - St. Louis Blues

Vocoder

neon bible

"desconfio del camello de la publicidad"

Encuentro en el Rio (en Rio)

"prolongare mi sonido azul, por los parlantes te ire a buscar"