"If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music." Albert Einstein
Declaración de intenciones
Este blog intenta tener cubiertos al menos dos sentidos del hipotético visitante: la vista y el oído. La vista resulta evidente y el oído se consigue haciendo clic en el título de cada entrada.
Espero que lo disfrutéis.domingo, 17 de diciembre de 2006
Hollow years
He's just the kind of man
You hear about
Who leaves his family
For an easy out
They never saw the signs
He never said a word
He couldn't take another day
Carry me to the shoreline
Bury me in the sand
Walk me across the water
And maybe you'll understand
Once the stone you're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining over your head disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years
She's not the kind of girl
You hear about
She'll never want another
She'll never be without
She'll give you all the signs
She'll tell you everything
Then turn around and walk away
Carry me to the shoreline
Bury me in the sand
Walk me across the water
And maybe you'll understand
Once the stone you're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining over your head disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years
Carry me to the shoreline
Bury me in the sand
Walk me across the water
And maybe you'll understand
Once the stone you're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining over your head disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years
Once the stone you're crawling under...
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years
© Dream Theater
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6 comentarios:
Gracias, Pedro :-)
Qué bonito!
Parece nata en vez de agua.
Te superas.
De nada, pero ¿qué versión te recomendé yo? Ya veo el caso que me haces...
Bueno, así podré subir yo la buena ;)
Tengo una buena razón para haber subido ésta y es que la que me recomendaste pesa demasiado para lo que box.net me permite "for free", así que... Pero que conste que sí te hago caso, tenías toda la razón :-)
Verdad, verdad. Ego te absolvo, filia mea.
Como escribi antes: Muestras de otra forma lo que nos perdemos a diario.
Buen disparo!.
Te gusta El teatro de los sueños, eh Bliss?.
Y como fue eso de lo que permite boxnet?, cuanto es el maximo? (rayos, rayos!).
Abrazos Parchesianos.
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