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	<title>Zero Kelvin &#187; Swim until you can&#8217;t see land</title>
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		<title>Swim until you can&#8217;t see land</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[No soy para nadie. Creo que soy uno de esos animales solitarios que no han nacido para ser sociables. Cuando me encierro en mí, araño a quien se acerca. Y cuando abro las puertas al final las zarpas me las clavan y el herido soy yo. A veces pienso que, como en Gattaca, debería meterme [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>No soy para nadie. Creo que soy uno de esos animales solitarios que no han nacido para ser sociables. Cuando me encierro en mí, araño a quien se acerca. Y cuando abro las puertas al final las zarpas me las clavan y el herido soy yo.</p>
<p>A veces pienso que, como en Gattaca, debería meterme en el mar y nadar hacia adentro. Sin tan siquiera competir contra nadie salvo contra mis propias posibilidades de volver. Nadar hasta que no se divisara el menor signo de tierra firme. Y aguantar allí hasta desfallecer, haciéndolo solo porque para eso me he hecho así.</p>
<p>I may have died in a land-slide of the rocks, the hopes and fears. Am I a man or a bag of sand? </p>
<p>Swim until you can&#8217;t see land. <a href="http://www.myspace.com/frightenedrabbit">Frightened rabbit</a>. <a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=UOF3SOLS">Download</a>.</p>
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<p>Swim until you can&#8217;t see land (<a href="http://www.myspace.com/frightenedrabbit">Frightened Rabbit</a>)</p>
<blockquote><p>We salute at the threshold of the North Sea in my mind<br />
And the nautical board-man that drove me here to face the tide and swim<br />
I swim, oh swim</p>
<p>Dip the toe in the ocean, oh how it hardens and it numbs<br />
And the rest of me is a burgeoned man built to collapse into crumbs<br />
And if I hadn&#8217;t come down to the coast to disappear<br />
I may have died in a land-slide of the rocks, the hopes and fears</p>
<p>So swim until you can&#8217;t see land<br />
Swim until you can&#8217;t see land<br />
Swim until you can&#8217;t see land<br />
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?</p>
<p>Swim until you can&#8217;t see land<br />
Swim until you can&#8217;t see land<br />
Swim until you can&#8217;t see land<br />
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?</p>
<p>Up to my knees now, do I wait? Do I dive?<br />
The sea has seen my like before though it&#8217;s my first and perhaps last time<br />
Let&#8217;s call me a baptist, call this the drowning of the past<br />
She&#8217;s there on the shoreline throwing stones at my back</p>
<p>So swim until you can&#8217;t see land<br />
Swim until you can&#8217;t see land<br />
Swim until you can&#8217;t see land<br />
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?</p>
<p>Swim until you can&#8217;t see land<br />
Swim until you can&#8217;t see land<br />
Swim until you can&#8217;t see land<br />
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?</p>
<p>Now the water&#8217;s taller than me and the land is a marker line<br />
All I am is a body adrift in water, salt and sky</p>
<p>So swim until you can&#8217;t see land<br />
Swim until you can&#8217;t see land<br />
Swim until you can&#8217;t see land<br />
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?</p>
<p>Swim until you can&#8217;t see land<br />
Swim until you can&#8217;t see land<br />
Swim until you can&#8217;t see land<br />
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?</p></blockquote>
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