el pasado clásico

Quienes lloran por los momentos felices que se topan en la historia, se dan cuenta de lo que quieren. Albert Camus

las cosas ya no son como las ves

Charly García - Canción 2x3

No tengo nada que hacer

no tengo nada que dar

no encuentro la gracia en mi manera de hablar

no quiero volver nunca más.

Todos podemos perder, todos podemos ganar

entre las sogas del circo y las trincheras del mal

yo quiero olvidarme de hablar.

Las pálidas figuras se acercaron hasta mí.

Mi mente tuvo dudas y fingí que no las ví.

Ya no quiero vivir así

repitiendo las agonías del pasado

con los hermanos de mi niñez

es muy duro sobrevivir

aunque el tiempo ya los ha vuelto desconfiados.

Tenemos algo para decir

no es la misma canción de 2 x 3

las cosas ya no son como las ves.

Pearl Jam - Uncut Interview (New York, 1991)

This song's about hitchhiking your way through a broken heart.

Thumbing My Way

 

I have not been home since you left long ago
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven

Counting steps,.. walking backwards on the road
I'm counting my way back to heaven

I can't be free with what's locked inside of me...
If there was a key, you took it in your hands.
There's no wrong or right,... but I'm sure there's good and bad
The questions linger overhead

No matter how cold the winter, there's a springtime ahead
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven
I wish that I could hold you... wish that I had
Thinking 'bout heaven

I let go of a rope,... thinking that's what held me back
And in time I've realized,... it's now wrapped around my neck
I can't see what's next,... from this lonely overpass
Hang my head and count my steps, as another car goes past

All the rusted sign we ignore throughout our lives
Choosing the shiny ones instead
I turned my back,... now there's no turning back

No matter how cold the winter,.. there's a springtime ahead
I smile, but who am I kidding?
I'm just walking the miles,.. every once in a while I'll get a ride
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven

Thumbing my way back to heaven
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven...

Life is only as good as the memories we make

So long, Astoria - The Ataris

It was the first snow of the season,

I can almost see you breathing

In the middle of that empty street

Sometimes i still see myself

In that lonesome bedroom

Playing my guitar and singing songs of hope

For a better future

Life is only as good as the memories we make

And I'm taking back what belongs to me

Polaroids of classrooms unattended

These relics of rememberance

Are just like shipwrecks

Only they're gone faster than the smell after it rains

Last night when everyone was sleeping

I dreampt of my old neighborhood

And resurrected memories from ashes

We said that we would never fit in

When we were really just like them

Does rebellion ever make a difference

Life is only as good as the memories we make

And im taking back what belongs to me

Polaroids of classrooms unattended

These relics of rememberance are just like shipwrecks

Only they're gone faster than the smell after it rains

So long, astoria

I found a map to burried treasure

And even if we come home empty-handed

We'll still have our stories and battle scars

Pirate ships and wounded hearts

Broken bones and all the best of friendships

And when this hourglass has filtered out its final grain of sand

I'll raise my glass to the memories we own

This is my world

And I'm taking it back

I'm taking it all back