Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Goarna de dimineata

Oh Mom, the dreams are not so bad
It's just that there's so much to do
And I'm tired of sleeping

[Hum hum vacanta si vin bun, hoinareli si tobogane]

Oh Mom, that man he ripped out his lining
He tore out a piece of his body
To show us his "clean quilted heart"

[And all I could muster to say was: Won't you spare a pound of flesh?]

Am avut dintotdeauna o slabiciune pentru Days of Open Hand si pentru Tired of Sleeping, ca, visatorii par excellence trebuie sa aiba si ei un imn, nu? Suzanne Vega, entao!

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