York Perry´s Scrapbook XIX

WATER DROPS ON GLASS (una canción)

We gotta learn about,

when you´re a lonewolf

no one else is in your mind,

cold stone silly lady,

please leave it all behind.

We know I can´t fix it

walking out along the night.

You are not mine

(and I´m not yours)

You are not mine

(don´t plot the curls!)

You are not mine mamma

(so far so good)

You are not mine

(and we know that...)

Then I'm gonna get marry

with that crazy pussycat,

'cause my faith and my cherries

are not that fancy fat

You are not mine
(and I´m not yours)
You are not mine
(don´t plot the curls!)
You are not mine mamma
(so close, so far)
You are not mine
(and we know that...)

I´m not a kid,

you shouldn´t told me that

Just like you did.

What can I feel?

A rape inside the dark.

-yorkperry 12-dic-06

(En los jardines de Kensington,

inventando la letra

que Dylan jamás cantó...)

*Esta cosa tiene mucho más sentido

si han leido Kensington Gardens,

si han escuchado I´ve got you baby

y si les han contando algo

que no sabían cómo escuchar.