sábado, 27 de enero de 2007

11. Desorden



Joy Division
Disorder

I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand.
Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man.
New sensations bear the innocence, leave them for another day.
I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away.

It's getting faster, moving faster now, it's getting out of hand.
On the tenth floor, down the backstairs into no man's land.
Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now.
I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow.

What means to you, what means to me, and we will meet again.
I'm watching you, I watch it all, I take no pity from your friends.
Who is right and who can tell and who gives a damn right now.
Until the spirit, new sensation takes hold, then you know.
I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling.
Feeling.

1 comentario:

la loca de la casa dijo...

el desorden a veces intenta comernos, esconde el hilo del que tirar para volver a poner todo en su sitio y te hace creer que es más fácil perderlo del todo y no esforzarte en buscar porque todo está demasiado desordenado. Ese es el peor desorden de todos