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and you never write me letters
and you never sent my sweaters
so i could stay warm
when i was without you.
without you i don’t have…
a place that’s safe from
all the monsters
that hide in my head
and sing me to sleep.
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where are you now?
as i’m swimming through the stereo
i’m writing you a symphony of sound
where are you now?
as i rearrange the songs again
this mix could burn a hole in anyone
but it was you i was thinking ofi read your letter
the one you left when you broke into my house
retracing every step you made
and you said you meant it
and there’s a piece of me in every single
second of every single day
but if it’s true then tell me how it got this way
no estoy arriba en el cielo
así que por qué tratarme
como si estuviera muerto.
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i heard that you went out last night
and you looked beautiful just like a bat
beneath the moonlight
i stayed home took a vicodin…and i scratch these words into a black notebook
i wrote your name on top i knew you’d never look
i tried my best to fight the atmosphere
to think the happy thoughts
that leave the phone lines clearand you never write me letters
and you never sent my sweaters
so i could stay warm when i was without you
without you i don’t have…
a place that’s safe from all the monsters
that hide in my head and sing me to sleep
i think…. this is the last straw (she said).
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you’ve gotta swim… swim for your life
swim for the music that saves you
when you’re not so sure you’ll survive
you gotta swim and swim when it hurts
the whole world is watching
you haven’t come this far to fall off the earth
the currents will pull you away from your love
just keep your head above…i found a tidal wave begging to tear down the dawn
memories like bullets, they fired at me from a gun
a crack in the armor.
i swim to brighter days despite the absence of sun
choking on salt water i’m not giving in…
i swim.you gotta swim through nights that won’t end
swim for your families, your lovers, your sisters
and brothers and friends.
yeah you’ve gotta swim through wars without cause
swim for the lost politicians
who don’t see their greed as a flawthe currents will pull us away from our love
just keep your head above…you gotta swim… swim in the dark
there’s no shame in drifting feel the tide shifting
and wait for the spark.
yeah you’ve gotta swim
don’t let yourself sink, just find the horizon
i promise you it’s not as far as you think
the currents will drag us away from our lovejust keep your head above
swim.
gracias andy.
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1 y 2: foto editada en base a imagen e imagen
3: captura del video You Found Me de The Fray
5: paisaje descripto en la canción Holiday From Real de Jack’s Mannequin y tapa del disco Everything in Transit
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se suma a mis otros fondos que alguna vez hice para mi teléfono
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i heard that you went out last night
and you looked beautiful.
just like a bat beneath the moonlight,
i stayed home took a vicodin…
sometimes it’s all that i can do
when i think about the president:
how did he become the president?and i stayed awake for a day or two,
i thought about the world,
drank gin and watched the news
and there are some things i’ll never understand:
why the country needs a god
and a woman needs a man?and i scratch these words into a black notebook
i wrote your name on top i knew you’d never look
i tried my best to fight the atmosphere
to think the happy thoughts that leave the phone lines clear
i see arizona stars from here… but peter pan is miles away!and you never write me letters
and you never sent my sweaters
so i could stay warm when i was without you
without you i don’t have…
a place that’s safe from all the monsters
that hide in my head and sing me to sleep
they keep me until dawn
and i think this is the last straw.
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mañana es mi exámen de filosofía
esta tarde aprendí esta canción en la guitarra.
leía acerca de cómo unos dicen que algo es así
y otros dicen que es de otra manera.
veo cómo las personas tienen éxito
y me llena de las peores sensaciones.
pienso en él cuando se golpeó la cabeza contra el espejo
y la venda alrededor de su cráneo no tenía mucho de moderno.
del dolor del vacío estomacal
por no haber cenado.
quizás debiera darme un merecido retorno
a los viajes interestelares bajo la piel.
nunca decirle adiós a nadie
solamente esperando volver en algún momento.
avisarle a mi mamá que voy a llegar tarde para la cena
preguntarle si vio mi traje espacial.
buscar en los bolsillos si quedó algún arrepentimiento
de esos con sabor a frutilla que a veces se pegan en el fondo.
hacer sentir cómodo al espejo consigo mismo
repetirle que no hay nadie que pueda verse tan bien como él.
tejer y destejer los sweaters
sólo porque algo tenemos que hacer para no aburrirnos
este invierno.
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