
tHe wAll...
It was dark all around
They were all left behind
Most of them dead
The rest of them dying
And that's how the High command
Took my daddy from me
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave those kids alone
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave those kids alone

All in all you're just another brick in the wall
Hush now baby don't you cry
Mama's gonna make all of your
Nightmares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here
Under her wing
she won't let you fly but she might let you sing
Mama's gonna make all of your
Nightmares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here
Under her wing
she won't let you fly but she might let you sing
Mother do think she's good enough for me?
Mother do think she's dangerous to me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Mother do think she's dangerous to me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Oh babe
Don't leave me now
Don't say it's the end of the road
Oh babe
Don't leave me now
How could you go?
When you know how i need you

Oh babe
Why are you running away?
Why are you running away?
Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home?
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke under the horizont
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but i can't hear what you're saying
A distant ship smoke under the horizont
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but i can't hear what you're saying
All alone or in twos
The ones who really loves you
Walk up and down outside the wall
The ones who really loves you
Walk up and down outside the wall
And when they've given you their all
Some stagged and fall after all it's not easy
banging your heart against some mad buggers wall
Some stagged and fall after all it's not easy
banging your heart against some mad buggers wall
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CHAN CHAN CHAN CHAN!
I don't need no drugs to calm me
Entro a una librería en Caracas... y lo primero que veo... Patrick Süskind: El Perfume, Historia de un asesino. Entonces me acuerdo de mi profesora Paula y su recomendación. Confieso que tomé el libro con algo de duda. Leo: "En el siglo XVIII vivió en Francia uno de los hombres más geniales y abominables de una época en que no escasearon los hombres abominables y geniales." Me ganó con eso. Mañana lo termino. Muy buena recomendación. Lo que Paula recomienda siempre es bueno: Nacional y El Perfume. Graaaaacias :)
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