Sunday, November 23, 2008

It happend again

Yesterday: UCSD, 8 hours in that incredible Library, perfect silence... Honestly It´s pretty hard to explain how long and hide pain I can keep through every new open door. Finally without look for the right words, they come to me... just alone, but they are not mine, they come from the kings of Covenience, gold words, diamond tears, 2 different reflexions: 1. Misread If you wanna be my friend You want us to get along Please do not expect me to Wrap it up and keep it there The observation I am doing could Easily be understood As cynical demeanour But one of us misread... And what do you know It happened again A friend is not a means You utilize to get somewhere Somehow I didn't notice friendship is an end What do you know It happened again How come no-one told me All throughout history The loneliest people Were the ones who always spoke the truth The ones who made a difference By withstanding the indifference I guess it's up to me now Should I take that risk or just smile? What do you know It happened again What do you know 2.You make me laugh my Jp I´d rather dance with you I'd rather dance with you than talk with you So why don't we just move into the other room There's space for us to shake, and hey, I like this tune Even if I could hear what you said I doubt my reply would be interesting for you to hear Because I haven't read a single book in years And the only film I saw, I didn't like it at all I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you The music's too loud and the noise from the crowd Increases the chance of misinterpretation So let your hips do the talking I'll make you laugh by acting like the guy who sings And you'll make me smile by really getting into the swing Getting into the swing, getting into the swing Getting into the swing, getting into the swing Getting into the swing, getting into the swing Getting into the swing, getting into the swing... (Getting to the swing...) I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you I'd rather dance with you I'd rather dance with you I'd rather dance with you

El Artista y el Fragmentado, 23/10

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