y si callo es porqe pienso,

y si pienso es porqe existo.

Existo porqe quiero cambiar

y hasta ese momento guardare silencio.

Let mE be!

S C R E W Y O U !

Parece qe el qerido Thoreau no puso un apartado o pie de pagina en este hermoso prospecto, ennumerando los peqeños problemas qe trae la mariposa. ¿No penso qe ese maldito bicho no vive mucho? Horas, quizas. Un dia, una noche. Ademas sus hermosas alitas estan llenas de ese polvo, qe hace creer qe sus alas son hermosas, pero cuando acaricias su belleza... el polvito de mariposita te cae en los ojitos y te manda directo al oculista. No, thanks.

Conclusion: no te voy a buscar mas, y cuando te tenga en mi hombro, probablemente te meta en un frasco, para mirarte sonriendo un rato, sacarte y pegarte en un album!.

A V E R S I T E Q E D A S Q U I E T A .

Whatever happened to the funky race? A generation LOST in pace

Wasn't life supposed to be more than this?

In this kiss I'll change your bore for my bliss

I ask nothing of you, not even your gratitude

Every morning I would see her getting off the bus
The picture never drops, it's like a multicoloured snapshot

stuck in my brain

It kept me sane for a couple of years as it drenched my fears
of becoming like the others
who become unhappy mothers and fathers of unhappy kids

and why is that?

'Cos they've forgotten how to play
Oh, maybe they're afraid to feel ashamed

to seem strange, to seem insane

to gain weight, to seem gay

So, take it to the stage in a multicoloured jacket
Take it jackpot, crackpot, strutting like a peacock
Nailvarnish Arkansas, shimmy-shammy featherboah
Crackpot, haircut, dye your hair in glowing red and blue

Do, do, do what you wanna do

Don't think twice, do what you have to do

Do, do, do, do, let your heart decide what you have to do
That's all there is to find

'Cos it takes a fool to remain sane

Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane

Why does it feel like night today?

Something is not right today

Why am I so uptight today?

Paranoia's all I got left

I know just what it feels like

To have a voice in the back of my head

A face that watches every time I lie

A face that laughs every time I fall

(And watches everything)

I'm paranoid lookin' over my back

Your paranoia's probably worse

Hallo E.!
Oh, Hallo Herr Myself!
und...wie geht's?
Nicht so gut herr Myself. Und du?
Ich keiner.



O p o r t e t p a t i -

I won't be the one to disappoint you anymore

Oh! you look so beautiful -

You keep me in a glass jar sealed with a label
You think you know my world
Wake up young girl,
Take a thrust of love, if you must now
You've got a lot to learn
My love, my life, my work, my time
I give them all to you
Your hand in mine we walk, we talk in ryhme
We go the whole night through

I'm not a grain of sand
I don't care what's written in your hand
It's bound to change

Sore, bored, and I'm lost, cost, cold
Getting older
Wrap it up, rip it up now
Have it sold
I'm a grower
Any more, any more, any more, any more...
I wanna be with you
Just wanna be with you

But you tease me
And it shows in the way that you play
You think you know my love
Wake up young girl
And take a taste
Not a bite, not a bite of a life now
Can tell you never come, yeah well
My will, my mind
My lips, my lines
I've got them all over you

Your taste combined
With all the years of wasting time
I've got a hold on something new
I'm not a grain of sand
I don't care what's written in your hand
Cause it's bound to change

So I'm bored, and I'm lost, cost, cold
Getting older
Buy the book, rip it up now
Have it sold, I'm a grower
Any more, any more, any more, any more
I wanna be with you
Just wanna be with you
I don't wanna pray for what is not right
And I don't wanna beg for what is not mine
I don't wanna rock the road between dreams and worldly things
I could charge, and I could really try
But I don't wanna be the brave one
In a senseless fight
I, I, I just wanna be here tonight

Sore, bored, and I'm lost, cost, cold
Getting older
Wrap it up, rip it up now
Have it sold, I'm a grower
Any more, any more, any more, any more
I wanna be with you Just wanna be with you

Sore, bored, and I'm lost, cost, cold
Getting older
Buy the book, rip it up now
Have it sold, I'm a grower
Any more, any more, any more, any more

You keep me in a glass jar sealed with a label
You think you know my world
Wake up young girl