domingo, 29 de marzo de 2009

Elliot Smith - Alameda.



You walk down Alameda shuffling your deck of trick cards over everyone
like some precious only son
face down, bow to the champion.

You walk down Alameda looking at the cracks in the sidewalk, thinking about your friends
how you maintain all them in a constant set of suspense.

For your own protection, over their affection
nobody broke your heart
you broke your own cos you can't finish what you start.

Walk down Alameda brushing off the nightmares you wish could plague me when I'm awake
so you now see your first mistake was thinking that you could relate.

For one or two minutes she liked you, but the fix is in.

You're all pretention, I never pay attention
nobody broke your heart
you broke your own cos you can't finish what you start.

Nobody broke your heart
you broke your own cos you can't finish what you start.


If you're alone, it must be you that wants to be appart.


(Caminen, amigos,
mientras puedan).