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Name: vylia
From: Colombia
Location: San Carlos de Bariloche, Rio Negro, Argentina
About me: Someone called me the jellyfish of sand... maybe it's the plain truth or the most attractive lie.
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Friday, April 06, 2007,11:37 PM
David Bowie - Five years

Pushing thru the market square,
so many mothers sighing
news had just come over,
we had five years left to cry in
news guy wept and told us,
earth was really dying
cried so much his face was wet,
then I knew he was not lying

I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s
my brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
and all the fat-skinny people,
and all the tall-short people
and all the nobody people,
and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people

A girl my age went off her head,
hit some tiny children
if the black hadn't a-pulled her off,
I think she would have killed them
a soldier with a broken arm,
fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
a cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest,
and a queer threw up at the sight of that

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour,
drinking milk shakes cold and long
smiling and waving and looking so fine,
don't think you knew you were in this song

And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
and I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk

We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
five years, what a surprise
we've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
five years, that's all we've got
we've got five years, what a surprise
five years, stuck on my eyes
we've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
five years, that's all we've got
we've got five years, stuck on my eyes
five years, what a surprise
we've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
five years, that's all we've got
we've got five years, what a surprise
we've got five years, stuck on my eyes
we've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
five years, that's all we've got
five years
five years
five years
five years

(Fotografía: Edixon, guitarrista de Jerarquía)
posted by vylia
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