Why do I have to fly over every town up and down the line?
I'll die in the clouds above and you that I defend, I do not love

I wake up, it's a bad dream, no one on my side
I was fighting but I just feel too tired to be fighting
Guess I'm not the fighting kind

Where will I meet my fate?
Baby I'm a man and I was born to hate
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend

I wake up, it's a bad dream, no one on my side
I was fighting but I just feel too tired to be fighting
Guess I'm not the fighting kind
Wouldn't mind it if you were by my side
But you're long gone, yes you're long gone now

Where do we go?
I don't even know my strange old face
And I'm thinking about those days
And I'm thinking about those days

I wake up, it's a bad dream, no one on my side
I was fighting but I just feel too tired to be fighting
Guess I'm not the fighting kind
Wouldn't mind it if you were by my side
But you're long gone, yes you're long gone now

...cantaba Keane, mientras me volvía a pellizcar, para salir de aquél horrible sueño.



el gato rocanrolero, monocromático
In Lakech

la cagaste... cabrón... la recagaste...
"no busques porque puedes encontrar"...
y encontré... y me dolió... me duele...
y no pido perdón por buscar, tú lo dejaste así... tú lo provocaste
mejor ahora que después de que me mandes al carajo...
primero la llamada de la mañana y ahora esto...

me voy, ahora, si te importa un poquito, te toca a tí.

estoy harto, triste, enojado, terrible.


el gato rocanrolero, superjodido.
In Lakech