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Se muestran los artículos pertenecientes a Diciembre de 2006. Buckets Full of Hope (Song) Buckets Full of HopeI gotta face the truth I’m wasting all my youth In you... alone. No matter how I try I’ll never catch your eye For real... not just on loan. And though you’ve never meant to play with me, I’m in too deep, I can’t afford to see. This fool, believes he’ll break the rules. One day I strayed off my path, And on my way I met your face, You do the math. I played stupid, Told you I was lost. "Where's the subway?" "Do you know how much it costs?" I bummed a smoke, I asked for tips, I stared intently at your lips And got your phone. It's been 3 years And I'm still alone. And though you've always been a friend to me I'm in too deep I can't afford to see. This fool believes he'll break the rules. And I set a trap, I planned my battle On a table full of maps, I did research on the things you like, And waited for the proper time to strike. I stole some kisses here and there. The further action led nowhere, Nowhere at all, Now I bang My head against the wall. And though you’ve never meant to play with me, I’m in too deep, I can’t afford to see This fool, believes he’ll break the rules. Like a fool, I float And with buckets full of hope I bail out this boat. After years and years of "cut" and "paste", Of lame attempts to cater to your taste, I’ve more than reached the time to quit, To pack my bags and flee this pit, And end this dance. Yet I’m here, Cause I still see a distant chance. And though you’ve always been a friend to me These blurry boundaries make it hard to see. This fool still thinks he MIGHT bend the rules. |
El blog de Woodsman"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to drive life into a corner and reduce it to its lowest terms, to know it by experience and be able to give a true account in my next excursion" (Henry David Thoreau)
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