I belong to you
By Zero Kelvin • feb 5th, 2010 • Category: Music and Lights¿Pertenecen ustedes a alguien? ¿Creen que alguien les pertenece? ¿Piensan que pueden ser libres y a la vez quieren pertenecer a algo o a alguien? ¿Podemos sostener nuestra propia individualidad a perpetuidad?
Quizás, por encima de todo, somos seres sociales. Con ansias de pertenencia.
I belong to me. I belong to you. Treadmill Trackstar.
I belong to you (Treadmill Trackstar)
Get Paul up on the horse
to ride through town and spread remorse again
Looks like my train is rolling into town
Life sucked out in the cage
where I could sharpen sticks and gather throwing stones
Finally feeling strong enough to tryI belong to you
Do with me what you want to do
Judge and grade and maybe push me through
I belong to youSet me up with a corner and a glass
and I’ll reveal this dress parade I’m in
at times it’s hard to get it off the stage
Four turns, a circle, and I’m facing you again
and I’m breathing in your ghost
and I can’t pretend to be afraidI belong to you
Do with me what you want to do
Judge and grade and maybe push me through
I belong to youGet so wrapped up in hesitation
and all the lists that cloud our eyes
And that’s the same as when I practiced
’till the pratice almost paidI belong to you
Do with me what you want to do
Judge and grade and maybe push me through
I belong to you
Zero Kelvin is El último punk que saltó de Putney Bridge
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Que somo seres sociables, eso es indiscutible. Pero creo que ante todo “individuales”.
Hay que compartir camino, no apropiarse de él.
Bueno, hay mayor o menor individualidad según quien… Apropiarse nunca es bueno… siempre hay quedar opción a que todo el mundo elija. Y uno ha de hacerse valer si quiere ser el elegido.
Me gusta.
¿nuestra propia individualidad? solo muertos
No sé Isabel, a Mo la veo muy individual jajaja
y yo a ti sospechosamente socia…ble.
Campanitas, que Mo puede defenderse solita..
lo se
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOIZ3RSU1MM
You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are?
You’re chicken.
You got no guts.
You’re afraid to say “O.K. life’s a fact”
People do fall in love
People do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness
You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing.
You’re terrified somebody’s going to stick you in a cage.
Well, baby, you’re already in that cage.
You built it yourself.
And it’s not bounded by Tulip, Texas or Somaliland.
It’s wherever you go.
Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
Mmmmmmmm
Breakfast at Tiffany’s?
I always remember this:
“Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,” Holly advised him. “That was Doc’s mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.”
Is there any river in the moon? I don’t know, but I remember one day I dance with Mancini’s music on the carpet.
Mo,… si muy individual y con mucha razón en lo que dice.
Aunque sea difícil, aunque incluso a veces no queramos sintiendo la felicidad o la seguridad de pertenecer a alguien, o no podamos, aunque estemos cansados… hay que mantener siempre algo de individualidad.
Isabel, siempre hay que guardarse algo para uno mismo, un rincón privado, una habitación propia… siempre.
No me hagais mucho caso… posiblemente vaya errada… vamos, casi seguro.