It was our third time in New York It was your fourth time in New York We were fifth and sixth on the bill We talk a little about our bands Talk a little
As I Reflect Moments of inner melancholia I turn to you in memory Symbolic visions in the withered wind Have all but flown away Distress signals from
de aqui al lado, Mire una rubia que tenia ocupado A un guaperas, metro ochenta sobrado Le dije: que buena estas, Sin importarme el mastodonte de al lado
Moments of inner melancholia I turn to you in memory Symbolic visions in the withered wind Have all but flown away Distress signals from a golden age
Translation: Escape From L.A. Soundtrack. Fire In The Hole.
Translation: Tragically Hip. Escape Is At Hand For The Travellin' Man.
Dans la rue d?a cote Y a une fille au balcon Un idiot du quartier Une marchande de ballons. L?epicerie de Jamel L?ex-epouse d?un abbe Une ecole arc-en
Il avait une fleur entre les dents, entre les dents, Il avait dans le coeur l'amour du large et des grands vents, Et quand il embarquait par trop gros
nucelo en cien mil partes y adelantate a su proxima reaccion. Vamos a localizar el nucleo del error para estudiar su forma exacta y su composicion. Y si al
a esquivar la soledad. Vamos a dormir en los portales, alli donde nadie pueda entrar. Cantaremos cuentos por las calles, de esos que siempre terminan mal. Hazle trampas al
al lado mire a una rubia que tenia ocupado a un guaperas, un metro ochenta sobrado Le dije "que buena estas" sin importarme el mastodonte de al lado
I pictured this differently... The room, the door, the never ending silence you gave me... but as of late...I've been thinking of an escape, the perfect
Daze me make me numb a doctrine becomes an ideal I hang onto every word you mouth no doubt, no doubt I?m stampeding with the crowd it makes me dull in
We gotta break away from the mindset That money?s all that matters Cuz I?ve seen the people with the money have their hearts shattered We?re taught
Vamos a esquivar la soledad. Vamos a dormir en los portales, alli donde nadie pueda entrar. Cantaremos cuentos por las calles, de esos que siempre terminan mal. Hazle trampas al
