Interstate love song - Stone Temple Pilots

Esta es de pura melomanía, que placer fue escucharla esta mañana y recordar otras épicas, otros amigos, otros planes, más inocencia.
Juro que te voy a dedicar una canción, en el momento en que se me ocurra una... creo que estás fallando en las motivaciones, en la forma, en las intenciones, en los resultados esperados. No va a resultar así, y tampoco quiero condenar los resultados, pero me estás haciendo desear escapar de nuevo.
Todas las promesas, enmascaradas en pequeñas mentiras, y mentiras en grandes promesas, ya lo recordaré mejor, cuando se haya acabado, cuando sea moneda corriente en esta vida.
Cuando se haya lindo, linda.

Waiting on a Sunday afternoon
For what I read between the lines
Your lies
Feelin' like a hand in rusted chains
So do you laugh or does it cry?
Reply?

Leavin' on a southern train
Only yesterday you lied
Promises of what I seemed to be
Only watched the time go by
All of these things you said to me

Breathing is the hardest thing to do.
With all I've said and
all that's dead for you
You lied-Goodbye.

Leavin' on a southern train
only yesterday, you lied
Promises of what I seemed to be
Only watched the time go by
All of these things I said to you

Plush - Stone Temple Pilots

Talvez podría estar con el Migue pasándola bien, o en la calle paseando, o buscando alguien con quien salir o inquieto por la calma. Pero no, está bien así.
Estar tranquilo no es perder el tiempo, es aprovecharlo mejor para no hacer idioteces, para no correr hacia ninguna parte de nuevo, y terminar en algún pozo depresivo.
Y talvez debería referirme al loco de la calesita y sus ya reiteradas escenas alcoholicas, pero la verdad ahora me importa menos que ayer, siempre logro forrarme de mi capa de acero, y sentir cada vez menos.
Mejor que escuche otras voces pues es obvio que la mía suena distorsionada. Y adeu.

And I feel that time's a wasted go
So where ya going to tommorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come
Would you even care?

And I feel it
And I feel it

Where ya going for tommorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?

And I feel, so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care?

And I feel it
And she feels it

Where ya going to tommorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it

Where ya going for tommorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
To find it