Could you stand in my way...?

Aquests dies d'alta tensió humana,
em manca l'empatia
de la molta gent i
la poca companyia,

només se m'acut invocar en Micah,

"it's not what you said, it's just how you said it to me"

petits matissos obren mons,
i jo afegiria,
"it's just what you didn't say to me"

ala, me'n vaig a Copenhagen, el lloc més fred a trobar la més càlida.

Salut i puenting.

Stand in my way

one two three
two two three

it's not what you said
it's just how you said it to me
it's not what you said
it's just how you said it to me
could you stand in my way

it's not what you did
it's just how you did it to me
it's not what you did
it's just how you did it to me
could you stand
could you stand in my way

could you stand
could you stand
could you stand in my way

You will be crowned...alone

En Micah m'acompanya aquests dies...

It is said
that you cannot be found
under rocks or broken skull
I will lay down
I will lay down
I can be found beneath the rose
beneath the rose
alone

Safe to say
that I'll never be found
broken bones holding loose
you will be crowned

you will be crowned
queen of all you have found
you have found
alone

It is said
that you cannot be found
under rocks or broken skull
I will lay down
I will lay down
I can be found beneath the rose
beneath the rose
alone

I'm running out of patience

No la dedico a l'amor. Ara l'amor té poc a fer. No tinc espai. Estic plena de cansament.
La dedico a l'amor propi.Arriba l'amor i l'amor propi, petit, rabiut, s'esquinça.
I esquinça tot el que troba.
Feta pols aquest divendres.
Cansada.
Pesada.
Running out of patience.

Micah P Hinson

Preciós descobriment acabo de fer. De la mà (del memollapis) de la retrobada Ona.
Just el dilluns vaig escoltar-lo per primer cop i ja no he parat, junt amb la Shannon Wright, ja no puc parar d'escoltar-los i escoltar-los.
I ahir me n'entero que just el dilluns actuava a la sala Bikini de Barcelona. Arg...

Buf, quin tornado, obsessiu, però vital i alegre (!).

Fantàstica evasió per al dia de Sant Jordi, per volar amb els dracs i no punxar-me amb les roses;) sort que tinc una cita amb la Gabi...

Un gran tòpic: la música és la meva droga. I és suficient, i no tinc ressaques, viatjo a territoris molt intensos i emocionalment satisfactoris, rodons...quin perill...no puc viure sense banda sonora
I aquest divendres, recordo, Nick Cave.
Quin xute porto.........:*)