Wouldn't you miss me at all?

It's awfully considerate of you to think of me there








and I'm most obliged to you for making it clear















that I'm not there



















and I never knew the room could be so big









and I never knew the room could be so blue







and I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
















and brought me here instead dressed in red












And I'm wandering who could be writing this song








I don't care if the sun don't shine










I don't care if nothing is mine














and I don't care I'm nervous with you













I'll do my loving in the winter














And the sea isn't green















and I love the queen
















and what exactly is a dream



















and what exactly is a joke.

Old pirates, yes, they rob i; sold i to the merchant ships, minutes after they took i from the bottomless pit. but my hand was made strong by the 'and of the almighty. we forward in this generation triumphantly. won't you help to sing these songs of freedom? - 'cause all i ever have: redemption songs; redemption songs. emancipate yourselves from mental slavery; none but ourselves can free our minds. have no fear for atomic energy, 'cause none of them can stop the time. how long shall they kill our prophets, while we stand aside and look? ooh! some say it's just a part of it: we've got to fulfil de book. won't you help to sing these songs of FREEDOM? - 'cause ALL i ever have: redemption songs redemption songs redemption songs.

Curvas del aire son,
puertas del blanco barco lento de las horas...
(desvelo)

Hijos amigos,
muerdan aquellas hojas de sus pies y elementales...
(leches)

Lo que está y no se usa nos fulminará...
Lo que está y no se usa nos fulminará...

Siempre despacio,
sueñan las humaredas que descansan en la luna...
Hijos amigos, vengan,
suyo es el fruto que olvidaron en el árbol

Lo que está y no se usa nos fulminará...
Lo que está y no se usa nos fulminará...

La totalidad de tu cuerpo eterno no es maligna...
la semilla crece donde el sol la deposita...
y ven los vientos en retorno...
son sangres marginales...
y cuerpos en colores...

Breathe, breathe in the air
don't be afraid to care
leave but don't leave me
look around, choose your own ground
for long you live and high you fly
and smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
and all your touch and all you see
is all your life will ever be

Run rabbit run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is down
don't sit down, it's time to dig another one
for long you live and high you fly
but only if you ride the tide
and balanced on the biggest wave
you race towards an early grave.

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
when I come home cold and tired
it's good to warm my bones beside the fire
far away across the field
the tolling of the iron bell
calls the faithful to their knees
to hear the softly spoken magic spells.