“…Yo no nací
sino para quereros;
mi alma os ha
cortado a su medida (…)”
(Garcilaso de
la Vega)
…qué suerte encontrar tan cerca tanta poesía…
Ya verás, …gírate,…aquí…cerquita…
Una idea para
superar este lunes de octubre, porque vencido el lunes,
vencida la semana: escucha una canción…seguro que hace que sonrías y te
pongas las pilas… ¡¡Allá vamos!!
Esta mañana, una
canción llena de energía porque necesitamos ganas, Vowels…de Capital Cities…¡¡Los pies,…se van!!...¡¡¡Sube los
altavoces y baila porque...es para ti!!! …
¡Vamooos!! A por el lunes...
¡
Vowels
I got something on my mind
But words, they won't do it justice
I could write it on a sign
But words, they won't do it justice
But words, they won't do it justice
I could write it on a sign
But words, they won't do it justice
I need a translator at the tip of my
tongue
There's a freight train of emotion
Stuck in my lungs
I need to get it out, get it out before it's all gone
So I'll just speak in vowels from now on
There's a freight train of emotion
Stuck in my lungs
I need to get it out, get it out before it's all gone
So I'll just speak in vowels from now on
A, O, E, U
A, O, E, U
A, O, E, U
I could tell you what it's like
But words, they won't do it justice
Spell it out, turn up the mic
But words, they won't do it justice
But words, they won't do it justice
Spell it out, turn up the mic
But words, they won't do it justice
I need a psychic to read my mind
Get me a Shakespeare to feed me lines
I need to let it out, let it out
I waited too long
I'm only using vowels from now on
Get me a Shakespeare to feed me lines
I need to let it out, let it out
I waited too long
I'm only using vowels from now on
A, O, E, U
A, O, E, U
(bis)
A, O, E, U
(bis)
