He left no time to regret
Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to.....
I go back to us
I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black,
I go back to
I go back to
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black
AMY WINEHOUSE
Ginsonik
hielo/limón/ginebra (London Gin)/tónica/sonido.
miércoles, 27 de julio de 2011
domingo, 9 de enero de 2011
PICASSO/BORRACHO
Y quisiera estar borracho
y quisiera soñar menos,
quisiera un minuto
en que no te heche de menos
Y quisiera otra guitarra
y quisiera otra cabeza,
quisiera estar alegre
y quisiera la tristeza
martes, 28 de diciembre de 2010
miércoles, 22 de diciembre de 2010
WHITE RUSSIAN/JESUS
—Y como me vengáis con alguna chorrada, como me saquéis una pipa en la bolera... Os la quitaré, os la meteré por el culo y voy a apretar el gatillo hasta que haga "click"
—¡Jesus!
—Tú lo has dicho amigo, nadie le toca los huevos a Jesús.
—¡Jesus!
—Tú lo has dicho amigo, nadie le toca los huevos a Jesús.
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