Todas las mañanas de calor pueden venir así, más sucias, más rockeras. Estos días descubrí un genio perdido (para mi) en el rock(y van 2 en el mes¡¡¡¡)... y nada... gracias, así cualquiera se vuelve fan.
Que tipo tan olvidado por aquí, pero que genial, que intenso... así sería yo si tuviera talento. No como Charly de extremo, ni como Fito de fashion.
Roto, malparado, sucio y desprolijo. Entero a pedazos. Borracho y crítico. Nacionalista de a ratos, izquierdista con la moda, capitalista razonable.
Rockero, de potrero ricotero. Como un trueno.
The screen door slams
Marys dress sways
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey thats me and I want you only
Dont turn me home again
I just cant face myself alone again
Dont run back inside
Darling you know just what Im here for
So youre scared and youre thinking
That maybe we aint that young anymore
Show a little faith, theres magic in the night
You aint a beauty, but hey youre alright
Oh and thats alright with me
You can hide `neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now Im no hero
Thats understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow
Back your hair
Well the nights busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heavens waiting on down the tracks
Oh-oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh-oh thunder road, oh thunder road oh thunder road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know its late we can make it if we run
Oh thunder road, sit tight take hold
Thunder road
Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my cars out back
If youre ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The doors open but the ride it aint free
And I know youre lonely
For words that I aint spoken
But tonight well be free
All the promisesll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch theyre gone
On the wind, so mary climb in
Its a town full of losers
And Im pulling out of here to win.
