lunes, noviembre 12, 2007




Mr. Jones

I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer She dances while his father plays guitar She's suddenly beautiful We all want something beautiful I wish I was beautiful So come dance this silence down through the morning Cut up, Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones Believe in me Help me believe in anything I want to be someone who believes
Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales Stare at the beautiful women"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."Smiling in the bright lights Coming through in stereo When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely
I will paint my picturePaint myself in blue and red and black and grayAll of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful Gray is my favorite color I felt so symbolic yesterday If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a gray guitar and play
Mr. Jones and me look into the future Stare at the beautiful women"She's looking at you. Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me."Standing in the spotlight I bought myself a gray guitar When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely
I want to be a lion Everybody wants to pass as cats We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for that Believe in me because I don't believe in anythin gand I want to be someone to believe
Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio Yeah we stare at the beautiful women"She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me."I want to be Bob Dylan Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be Mr. Jones and me staring at the video when I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as I can be Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars...

1 comentario:

Tarántula dijo...

¿Eso no lo dijo Darwin? ¡Que maravilla!

Gracias por el consejo, de todas maneras, nunca soportaré una injusticia, tal vez sea bueno pararse a pensar ¿Por qué esto siempre tiene que ser así y yo lo tengo que soportar? 8 meses sin recibir sueldo no es algo normal, de todas formas continuaré, no sin antes dejar claro que pelearé contra la injusticia y tiraré piedras a la luna, a ver si ésta responde.

Un saludote, y gracias, nuevamente.