sábado, 9 de mayo de 2009

This ain't Hitler's master plan...

Nada me hace sentir tanta felicidad y melancolía al mismo tiempo como SUBLIME.





Me inyectan felicidad y energía por su música, sus letras sin sentido pero tan sabias a la vez.




What I Got lyrics

Early in the morning, risin' to the street
Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet
Got to find a reason, a reason things went wrong
Got to find a reason why my money's all gone
I got a dalmation, and I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot

Well, life is (too short), so love the one you got
'Cause you might get runover or you might get shot
never start no static just get it off my chest Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest

Take a small example, take a tip from me
Take all of your money, give it all to charity
Love is what I got
It's within my reach
And the Sublime style's still straight from Long Beach
It all comes back to you, you'll finally get what you deserve
Try and test that you're bound to get served
Love's what I got
Don't start a riot
You'll feel it when the dance gets hot

Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got

(That's) why I don't cry when my dog runs away
I don't get angry at the bills I have to pay
I don't get angry when my Mom smokes pot
Hits the bottle and goes right to the rock
Fuckin' and fightin', it's all the same
Livin' with Louie dog's the only way to stay sane
Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me

Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I got I got I got







SUBLIME...

Genial banda que me hace sentir tan bien...




Summertime and the livin's easy...

Euforia es la palabra.

2 comentarios:

BleuHimmel dijo...

A mi siempre me gusto su perro

BleuHimmel dijo...

No es justo,
en cuanto decido
seguir lo que escribes
asiduamente tu simplemente
dejas de hacerlo . . .