lunes, 16 de julio de 2007

Low - death of a salesman
So I took my guitar
And I threw down some chords
And some words I could sing without shame

And I soon had a song
I played it around
For some friends but they all said the same

They said music's for fools
You should go back to school
The future is prisms and math

So I did what they said
Now my children are fed
'Cause they pay me to do what I'm asked

I forgot all my songs
The words now are wrong
And I burned my guitar in a rage

But the fire came to rest
In your white velvet breast
So somehow I just know that it's safe

4 comentarios:

Manzanilla y Sal dijo...

Las últimas tres líneas hacen la canción.

Amadeo dijo...

manija, deja de escuchar low, que vas a terminar haciendote mormon.

sebaxxxtian dijo...

orchid - death of a modernist

When I die 1,000 birds will fly out of my mouth

Anónimo dijo...

Yo diria que las 3 lineas del 3er parrafo hacen la canción.
(el video es bastante feo)
Que gran disco the great destroyer.