Y lo han vuelto a hacer. Siguen poniendo la banda sonora a mi vida.
Gracias, Kodaline
I am trying to learn and I’m dying to know When to move on and when to let it go A curious feeling no one can explain I just don’t know if I’ll risk it again
When the futures so unsure When the futures so unclear
So you swallow your heart and you swallow your pride You gotta be tough if you wanna survive They’ll chew up and they’ll eat you alive You shouldn’t give up on the dreams in your mind
When the futures so unsure When the futures so unclear When the futures so unsure When the futures so unclear
We walk, we walk on Our time, our time will come We walk, we walk on Our time
When the futures so unsure (when the future is so unsure) When the futures so unclear (when the futures is so unclear) When the futures so unsure When the futures so unclear
Welcome to my cage I got some presents for you Might not be the puppy that you choose No need to behave, I got my head in the dark Good golly, he kisses like a shark Bright’s the only way to shine Free from loathing in your mind I say goodbye To the fairy land I found In him or lullabies In good stories and A thousand tears For the promises I thought where true I’m such a wishful Christmas fool Holy mother kitsch, I think the wise men are near Make a wish, make longing disappear Season of the switch, forget the puzzles you know Bury us in napalm, let it snow Plead, forever’s not enough We were never meant for us I say goodbye To the fairy land I found In him or lullabies In good stories and A thousand tears For the promises I thought where true I’m such a wishful Christmas fool I say goodbye To the fairy land I found In him or lullabies In good stories and A thousand tears For the promises I thought where true I’m such a wishful Christmas fool I’m such a wishful Christmas fool I’m such a wishful Christmas fool
I remember it now. Soy la amante lunar. Una
historia que no sucede, que no se cuenta. I want you here tonight. Pero yo no he encontrado nada. Ya estás
aquí, en esta colección de fracasos en word. Eres bello, pero nada más. Y digo
que quiero, pero no quiero. Quiero a mi mumford, a quien querer. Pero no sé
hacerlo. Y ya fue. Y no lo merezco. Y vuelta a empezar. Por eso soy la amante
lunar. Porque cada 28 días se me olvida y vuelvo a creer que te voy a encontrar
detrás del cristal de una copa en un bar. Qué ilusa. Y después creo que me
llamarás, y que por una vez no me lanzaré al precipicio sin pensar, y habrá
algo más. Pero soy la amante lunar. Y si por un milagro consigo todo eso, con
cada luna nueva me cambian los vientos y seré yo quien te deje. Quien huya para
que, cuando esté lo suficientemente lejos, pueda volver la vista atrás y llorar
por lo que me he querido perder. Porque soy la amante lunar. Bienvenido al
rincón de los casi.
I'll believe when the walls stop turning
I'll believe when the storm is through
I believe I hear them say
David won't stop writing songs
I never wanna shake their hands and stay
I never wanna shake their hands and stay
Oh no let's go
We are young, we are one
Let us shine for what it's worth
To your place, place, place
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way somehow
Hold me close, close, close
We're losing time, time, time
We're losing time, time, time
We're falling to the ground
I'll believe when the sky is burning
I'll believe when I see the view
I believe that I hear them say
David won't stop dreaming now
And everybody clap your hands and shout
And everybody clap your hands and shout
Oh no, They shout
We are young, we are one
Let us shine for what it's worth
To your place, place, place
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way somehow
Hold me close, close, close
We're losing time, time, time
We're losing time, time, time
We're falling to the ground
We are young, we are one
Let us shine for what it's worth
To your place, place, place
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way
Hold me close
We're losing time
Hold me close
We're falling to the ground
Taxi drive the sun is rising
Damn the sirens, keep on driving
Flashing light, oh what a night
I miss her bed, I lost my head
And it's sunning, we're still running
For her rooftop, our last stop
Barefoot, naked, don't you let me go
To your place, place, place
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way somehow
Hold me close, close, close
We're losing time, time, time
We're losing time, time, time
We're falling to the ground
We are young, we are one
Let us shine for what it's worth
To your place, place, place
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way
La la la la la
(This Night Will Never End)
Hold me close, we're losing time
Hold me close, we're falling to the ground
Three things make a place my home: it's where i can sing, where i can cry and one more i can't remember right now. Put the blame on the wine or on myself. Here i have sung some songs, not as passionately as at my two previous real homes. But it seems i can't cry here. So i guess this is the first time i live somewhere is not my home. Amsterdam quickly became my home, my perfect space on Earth, just for me. But here, something is just not right. Probably i'm not right, as always. But that's something that shouldn't matter at home, i think.
And here i am tonight, blessly alone, with a cup of white wine (i bought specially for the occasion), fries and jazz, old friend i didn't visit for ages). Writing this black-wallpapered blog i've always related to home. And wondering, just dreaming awake, other lives, other states. My eternal being.
I've been researching 30's (like for the past 20 minutes, to be accurate). And i like them, i think. Some mystery about them, some shadow and smartness. Errol Flyn, Bette Davies, Fred and Ginger. I would have paid the 5 war years for that decade.
Jazz, dresses and wine. Keep dreaming, darling. It's all there is.