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Extreme ways (Moby)
Extreme ways are back again
Extreme places I didn´t know
I broke everything new again
Everything that I´d owned
I threw it out the windows, came along
Extreme ways I know move apart
The colors of my sea
Perfect color me
Extreme ways that that help me
Help me out at night
Extreme places I had gone
But never seen any light
Dirty basements, dirty noise
Dirty places coming through
Extreme worlds alone
Did you ever like it planned
I would stand in line for this
There´s always room in life for this
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does
Extreme songs that told me
They helped me down every night
I didn´t have much to say
I didn´t get above the light
I closed my eyes and closed myself
And closed my world and never opened
Up to anything
That could get me along
I had to close down everything
I had to close down my mind
Too many things to cover me
Too much can make me blind
I´ve seen so much in so many places
So many heartaches, so many faces
So many dirty things
You couldn´t believe
I would stand in line for this
It´s always good in life for this
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does
Comentarios sobre Extreme ways (Moby)
Estoy dudando... todo lo dicho ha sido dicho... y tú como que mereces algo más... no sé... ¿un algo que salga directamente del coeur?... Algo que alguien escribió y que anoté en un cuaderno, que tú has visto:
"Eso lo despertó: un llanto suave, delgado, que quizá por delgado pudo traspasar la maraña del sueño, llegando hasta el lugar donde acuden los sobresaltos"
Mis más fervientes deseos de que este añito esté pletórico de sueños realizados.
Un besote, profe.
Que te pasa en las teclas????? ;-)
Felis añooo guapiii.
Besitos
Paz
Muchos besos Ana... seguimos online...
Albapaz... nada en las teclas... a veces las musas se van de paseo... bss y feliz 09