jueves, 21 de octubre de 2004

Discos dedicados

I am a man who walks alone
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park

When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something's
always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's
always there

Have you run your fingers down the wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you're searching for the light?
Sometimes when you're scared
to take a look
At the corner of the room
You've sensed that something's
watching you

Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and no one's there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you're sure there's
someone there

Watching horror films the night before
Debating witches and folklores
The unknown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense, and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something's
always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's
always there

When I'm walking a dark road
I am a man who walks alone

Fear of the Dark, Iron Maiden.

2 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

¿Iron Maiden? ¿Pero eso no era una marca de camisetas y posters?

Puf. Ahora me apetece un post de politica, mire usted por donde. ¿No podia ser este blog una especie de self-service?...al fin y a cabo esta usted aqui para distraer a la masa descerebrada...

Kurtz

Sota dijo...

Iron Maiden. No, no es una marca de camisetas y posters, es un instrumento de tortura medieval. Y no, no podría ser "una especie de self service". Pero qué se ha creido? Que soy una especie de foca de circo, puesta aquí para entretenerles?

Tenía preparados un par de posts de política (lo del Yakolev, lo de Fraga y Castro, lo del escudo de Aragón...), pero ahora no me da la gana de ponerlos! Hablaré de otra cosa!

Amos, hombre...

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