My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful
Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can’t buy her
Without ideals or violence
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful
Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can’t buy her
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly
She knows there’s no success like failure
And that failure’s no success at all
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly
She knows there’s no success like failure
And that failure’s no success at all
The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge
The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows cold and rainy
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing
The country doctor rambles
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows cold and rainy
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing
Pues no esta nada mal para un domingo por la mañana, no señor...nada mal.
ResponderEliminarFeliz domingo amigo.
La canción del amor verdadero my twin. No tengo más que decir sobre ella, hermosa como las baladas de la Velvet, eterna. De todas las veces que he visto a Dylan que serán 20 , casi siempre me ha tocado en el boleto del setlist y mi sonrisa ha sido muy complice. Es como algo muy muy familiar, algo en los fundamentos, nuestro catecismo. Un abrazo y buen domingo Cierzo Lord.
ResponderEliminarHermosa. De "standing ovation", como se puede ver al final del vídeo.
ResponderEliminarJesús, qué alegría me das con la noticia del nuevo disco de Lamontagne. ¡Y con la participación de Dan Auerbach! ¿Lo produce él o qué? Dime que se cantan alguna juntos, eso sería... mmmmm.
http://youtu.be/fMvWo6KxKeQ
Besos!
Me voy a buscar de inmediato los pinecones
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