Agosto, el mes de la infancia. Anoche me acordé de este libro de Cooper. Y leí esto sobre él. Y entonces esta canción.
Hüsker Dü: 59 times the pain
The most intense of burning hells
Blasting expectations into smithereens
Never feeling normal, can't accept the truth
Resign myself to hating it, I hate it all
Can't say that I don't like it
Because the words won't come out right
All I feel is bitter, and it won't make it better
59 times the pain, I could never be like you
59 times the pain, I could never be with you
59 times the pain
Never figured out eating 3 meals a day
When the people sit in their broken-down homes
Look at the photos from different eras gone by
Shows the changes, and I hate them all
Don't want to live with myself
Can't live with what goes on
All I see is the humiliation
I wish it was gone
4 comentarios:
trayectoria: tienen las balas, los vectores, los misiles, las piedras arrojadas. que asi se defina nuestra identidad.
ese mail feo que me mandasteeeeeeeeeee
basta de ser mala
no soy mala, la culpable de mi ruina es la sociedad, ya lo decía evaristo
trayectorias, tentativas, de eso se tartaba todo esto nomás...
me pasas?
me grabas?
esta banda?
gracias
la compu tiene nana, te debo Hüsker Dü!
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