I must've died and gone to heaven
cos it was a quarter past eleven
on a saturday in 1999
Right across from where I'm standing
on the dance floor she was landing
it was clear that she was from another time
Like some baby Barbarellaw

with the stars as her umbrella
she asked me if I'd like to magnetise
Do I have to go star-trekkin
cos it's you I should be checkin
so she lazer beamed me with her cosmic eyes

Y yo ya no se más nada..

But I don't'wanna listen, too much
how can I give up on all the days I know I've won
there's nothing but rainbows I believe in the shadows

Talk to the hand 'cause i know you think the face is gone
I don't wanna listen, too much
I'm not gonna give up on all the days I know I've won
there's nothing but blue sky
there's nothing but blue sky

But you're never gonna get my love
we can only play in the sun
you get tired when the days are too long
you get lonely when the days are gone

Oh you're never gonna get this love
we can roll around in the dark

That's about as far as we go
get up in the morning and run

Haircut

I know i really needed that haircut, but I'm still sad about it, and other stuff also. In fact, i can't make up my mind whether if i like it or not.. It's just strange and new, and besides there's the fact that no one has mention anything yet, or say something beautiful about it.

pas mon jour, définitivement

La fiebre de un sábado azul y un domingo sin tristezas.

esquivas a tu corazón y destrozas tu cabeza,

y en tu voz, sólo un pálido adios

y el reloj en tu puño marcó las tres.

el sueño de un sol y de un mar  y una vida peligrosa

cambiando lo amargo por miel y la gris ciudad por rosas

te hace bien, tanto como hace mal

te hace odiar, tanto como querer y más.

cambiaste de tiempo y de amor y de música y de ideas

cambiaste de sexo y de Dios, de color y de fronteras

pero en sí, nada más cambiarás

y un sensual abandono vendrá y el fin.

Y llevas el caño a tu sien apretando bien las muelas

y cierras los ojos y ves todo el mar en primavera

bang, bang, bang, hojas muertas que caen

siempre igual, los que no pueden más

se van.

And you hear what you want to hear, and they take what they want to take
Don't be sad, won't ever happen like this anymore
So when's it coming? This last new great movement that I can join
It won't end here, your faith has got to be greater than your fear
Forgive them even if they are not sorry
all the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting
your are looking for your own voice, but in others
while it leaves you trapped in another dimension