Yo quería dedicaros dos temas a ti y a superivp porque me lo paso muy bien con vosotros y me hacéis reir mucho (estáis majaras). Más adelante ya dedicaré algo más a alguien (si se puede).
El tuyo lo tenía muy claro desde el principio y la canción es una pasada (también es triste, de las que me gustan), Behind Blue Eyes.
El del super va a ser Starman de David Bowie porque una vez me dijo que "quién era" Bowie, jeje. Pa' que lo sepa, xD.
Bueno eso, que me amenizais las tardes que me paso por el msn, si ya lo sabéis.
Adeu!
Behind Blue Eyes Lyrics
written by Pete Townshend
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
And If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
And If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
Starman
Words and music by David Bowie
Didn't know what time it was and the lights were low
I leaned back on my radio
Some cat was layin' down some rock 'n' roll 'lotta soul, he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase
That weren't no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive
(CHORUS)
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
I had to phone someone so I picked on you
Hey, that's far out so you heard him too!
Switch on the TV we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window I can see his light
If we can sparkle he may land tonight
Don't tell your poppa or he'll get us locked up in fright
CHORUS (x2)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (repeat)
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