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Darkness On The Edge Of Town

Escrito por insurreccion 23-09-2010 en General. Comentarios (0)

They're still racing out at the Trestles
But that blood it never burned in her veins
Now I hear she's got a house up in Fairview
And a style she's trying to maintain
Well if she wants to see me
You can tell her that I'm easily found
Tell her there's a spot out 'neath Abram's Bridge
And tell her there's a darkness on the edge of town

Everybody's got a secret Sonny
Something that they just can't face
Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it
They carry it with them every step that they take
Till some day they just cut it loose
Cut it loose or let it drag 'em down
Where no one asks any questions
Or looks too long in your face
In the darkness on the edge of town

Some folks are born into a good life
Other folks get it anyway anyhow
I lost my money and I lost my wife
Them things don't seem to matter much to me now
Tonight I'll be on that hill 'cause I can't stop
I'll be on that hill with everything I got
Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost
I'll be there on time and I'll pay the cost
For wanting things that can only be found
In the darkness on the edge of town




Bruce Springsteen - Darkness On The Edge Of Town


Mai

Escrito por insurreccion 20-09-2010 en General. Comentarios (0)
Madre, mírame las manos;
las traigo vacías,
cansadas de amar…
Son dos alas
de un viejo gorrión
que no puede
ni siquiera volar.


Madre, mírame los ojos,
en el cielo perdidos
en un hondo silencio…
Son dos cenizas
echadas del fuego
que no alumbran
ni matan el hielo.


Madre, mírame el alma
inflamada de sed,
seca de esperanza…
Es un campo labrado
donde sólo crecen aliagas
que pinchan en la vida
hasta que la matan.


Madre, mírame a mi.
¿Me reconoces, madre?
Fui tu niñito…
Hoy soy un hombre
que no sé como soy.
¿Madre, me reconoces?
¡¡¿Madre, ni siquiera tú?!!




Manolo García - Mai