Cine - Cosas que hacer en Denver cuando estás muerto

Hay días en los que apetece un suicidio por alforfones mediante outsider.

   

This time is different

It's not like the times before

I crossed my heart, that I won't kill no more

Jesus watch over me, keep my anger at home

You better bless these wicked hands, cause they got a mind of their own

 

Don't go downtown

 

Devil whispers in my ear, "It's time your your curtain call."

So I dress myself on up with alcohol

Step aside, step aside, oh let the whistler through

There really ain't no help at all for folks like me and you

 

Don't go downtown

Don't go downtown

 

Get your god damn hands up, don't you look at me

No one's dyin' here alone

Well I came to get it on

Let's get it on

 

This time is different

It's not like the times before

I crossed my heart, that I won't kill no more

¿Un viajecito a la Luna?

   

No sé si seguirá abierta la preinscripción para obtener un plaza en el equipo de Yusaky Maezawa y Elon Musk para hacer un viaje a la Luna, podéis entrar y mirarlo en la página DearMoon. Yo ya he solicitado mi plaza y tengo cruzados hasta los dedos de los pies.

    

I'm in the sky tonight
There I can keep by your side
Watching the wide world riot and hiding out
I'll be coming home Next Year

Into the sun we climb
Climbing our wings will burn white
Everyone strapped in tight
We'll ride it out
I'll be coming home Next Year

Come on get on get on
Take it till life runs out
No one can find us now
Living with our heads underground

Into the night we shine
Lighting the way we glide by
Catch me if I get too high
When I come down
I'll be coming home Next Year

I'm in the sky tonight
There I can keep by your side
Watching the whole world wind around and round
I'll be coming home Next Year
Come on get on get on
Take it till life runs out
No one can find us now
Living with our heads underground
I'll be coming home Next Year
I'll be coming home Next Year
Everything's alright up here
When I come down
I'll be coming home Next Year
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye

I'll be coming home Next Year
I'll be coming home Next Year
Everything's alright up here
When I come down
I'll be coming home Next Year
I'll be coming home Next Year
I'll be coming home Next Year

I'll be coming home Next Year
I'll be coming home Next Year
I'll be coming home Next Year
I'll be coming home Next Year
I'll be coming home Next Year
I'll be coming home Next Year
I'll be coming home Next Year
I'll be coming home Next Year.

 

Música - Wild Wood - Paul Weller

High tide, mid afternoon

People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you are blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Don't let them get you down

Making you feel guilty about

Golden rain, will bring you riches

All the good things you deserve and now

Climbing, forever trying

Find your way out of the wild, wild wood

Now there's no justice

Only yourself that you can trust in

And I said high tide, mid afternoon

People fly by, in the traffics boom

Knowing, just where you are blowing

Getting to where you should be going

Day by day your world fades away

Waiting to feel all the dreams that say

Golden rain will bring you riches

All the good things you deserve now

And I say, climbing, forever trying

Find you way out of the wild, wild wood

Said you are gonna find you way out of the wild, wild wood

Wild wild wood