"blower's daughter" de damien rice, por ejemplo. aquí reproduzco, con permiso del autor, su letra. y encima creo que tocará en madrid el mes de octubre. tengo que darle unas cuantas escuchas más al resto de las canciones porque reconozco que me he estancado con ésta...the tents go up as i go down
down to the flats and into the sound
the closer i get to the city
the further i am from memory
in the green grass looking up
for the words of the angry sun
'noone' when he says 'noone'
yeah he means 'noone'
noonenoone will survive
ash wednesday alive
no soldier no lover
no father no mother
not a lonely child
in the up and in the bedroom
a black and white of the bride and the groon
will bring me to my knees
with the colorized bad dream
that takes its place on ash wednesday
white noise and love
will be my only drug
on that day nine suns away
from that sad sad saturday
when fire my friend
fire my villian
you take away yesterday
to give to me today
when nothing's free no
now it's ash wednesday
so each day is ash wednesday
all this life is ash wednesday
all the doors are shut
and the windows barely opened up
the fires all around
it's the ending of the drought
and we are ready now
for tear gas clouds
on my mind
come on fill the house
finally and weep
for it's king and queen sleep
both now in the arms of ash wednesday
ash wednesday
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