11.20.2004

moldy peaches rules all this fucking damn life!

Packing my bags
Time is a drag
Smell myself to make sure I'm still there

I'm alone in the dark (Say goodbye)
With the sabre-tooth shark (i won't cry)
And every pretty girl that broke my heart (old friend, see you again)

Be seated in lines (i know)
Broken dimes (must go)
Who's gonna get their match this time (see red, sore head)

The maker's at home (alone here)
Smoking a bone (alone there)
I'm on my own, I'm on my own (i'm alone everywhere)

These nightmares (say goodbye)
Nightmares (i won't cry)
With the repeating cast of characters (old friend, see you again)

I don't wanna talk (so afraid)
When my thoughs are true (back in the day)
I hate myself when I think like you (tag along, sing a song)

Cause its over (bazooka joe)
Its over (punk show)
Its ancient, its so old (front row, damn-o)

Its ancient (3000 miles)
Its ancient (new styles)

Its so old, lets call the whole thing (when in rome, go home)
Off (say goodbye, i won't cry)

Lets call the whole thing (old friend, see you again)
Off (say goodbye, i won't cry)

(old friend, see you again
say goodbye
I won't cry
old friend, I'll see you again)

1 Para que me servem exércitos de canções
e o fascínio da poética sentimental ?

At 20 de novembro de 2004 23:39, Blogger Sergi-Domenech Ferrer i Vernau declarou...

Inglês?!

 

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