jueves, 25 de enero de 2007

8. Permiso de residencia



Gary Jules
Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And the tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very very, mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
May to feel a way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very very, mad world, mad world
Enlarging your world, mad world

2 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

Aunque esto me tache de anónimo, prefiero serlo a no ser nada. En este macabro jueguecito que te has inventado, he descubierto que entre tu y yo todo surge a la tercera, la que llaman la vencida. Hubo un tiempo en que sentía una especie de amor-odio por los límtes, ahora sé, y no lo leí en ningún libro, que la felicidad está en el número 5. Ves, uno de tus propósitos para este año se han hecho realidad, ahora solo te resta uno más. Tú y yo nos vemos, seguro.

moon dijo...

Dear anónimo, si nos vemos como dices, no se si te voy a reconocer, me podrías dar alguna pista...