Me siento PortisHead

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Uf. A quien escribir. Escribir. Me até. Y esto ya no me da nada. O yo no quiero nada.
Apatia aunque escucho a TRACY CHAPMAN y es SAY HALLELUJAH. Por qué. Ahora no tengo que decir nada. Ahora no estoy. En punto muerto. Sigo dandole ritmo al pie.
Uf. Ahora se viene tétrico: Portishead... La grande de Pôrtishead
Take these things for me...

Portishead

Cowboys

Did you sweep us far from your feet,
Reset in stone this stark belief,
Salted eyes and a sordid dye,
Too many years.

But don't despair,
This day will be their damnedest day,
Oh, if you take these things from me.

Did you feed us tales of deceit,
Conceal the tongues who need to speak?
Subtle lies and a soiled coin,
The truth is sold, the deal is done.

But don't despair,
This day will be their damnedest day,
Oh, if you take these things from me.

Undefined, no signs of regret,
Your swollen pride assumes respect,
Talons fly as a last disguise,
But no return, the time has come.

So don't despair,
And this day will be their damnedest day,
Oh, if you take these things from me.
Oh, if you take these things from me.

sweep BARRER
reset: montar de nuevo
stark: rigido
salted: salado
dye: matiz
despair: DESESPERACION
damnedest: CONDENABLE
deceit : engaño
conceal: ocultar
subtle: astuto
deal: NEGOCIO
soiled: ensuciada
regret: arrepentimiento
swollen: abultado
pride ORGULLO
talons GARRAS
disguise ENCUBRIR