Alan es el más grande

place to be

(by Nick Drake)

When I was younger, younger than before
I never saw the truth hanging from the door
And now I`m older see it face to face
And now I`m older gotta get up clean the place.

And I was green, greener than the hill
Where the flowers grew and the sun shone still
Now I`m darker than the deepest sea
Just hand me down, give me a place to be.

And I was strong, strong in the sun
I thought I`d see when day is done
Now I`m weaker than the palest blue
Oh, so weak in this need for you.

Colorado girl

(by Townes Van Zandt)

I'm goin' out to Denver
See if I can't find
I'm goin' out to Denver
See if I can't find
That lovin' Colorado girl of mine

The promise in her smile
Shames the mountains tall
The promise in her smile
Shames the mountains tall
She bring the sun to shining
Tell the rain to fall

It's been a long time, mama,
Since I heard you call my name
Ah, been a long time
Since I heard you call my name
I got to see my Colorado girl again

Be there tomorrow
Mama, don't you cry
Be there tomorrow
Now, mama, don't you cry
I got to kiss these lonesome Texas blues goodbye

I'm goin' out to to Denver
See if I can't find
I'm goin' out to to Denver
See if I can't find
That lovin' Colorado girl of mine
That lovin' Colorado girl of mine

tienes razón

estás equivocada
cuando piensas
que voy a sorprenderte.
que voy a hacer saltar
algún resorte en ti
que hará que me aborrezcas.

es normal
que te cueste comprender
en qué nos convertimos,
rescatando los días
de los acantilados de los meses,
derrochando energías.

que pretendas odiarme,
incluso
que me odies a veces.
que quieras estar sola
solamente,
y no sola sin mi.

creeme que te entiendo.

a veces echo en falta
estar perdido,
sin nada que perder,
y volver a soñar
en vez de recordar.

todo sería más fácil
si no fuera tan cierto,
si fueramos distintos.

pero nos parecemos demasiado
para fingir que no nos conocemos.

keeping things clean doesn't change anything

Hate it Here (by Jeff Tweedy)

I try to stay busy
I do the dishes, I mow the lawn
I try to keep myself occupied
Even though I know you’re not coming home
I try to keep the house nice and neat
I make my bed I change the sheets
I even learned how to use the washing machine
But keeping things clean doesn’t change anything

What am I gonna do when I run out of shirts to fold?
What am I gonna do when I run out of lawn to mow?
What am I gonna do if you never come home?
Tell me, what am I gonna do?

I hate it
I hate it here
When you’re gone

I caught myself thinking
I caught myself thinking once again
Have to try to keep my mind out of this
Try not to pretend

I’ll check the phone
I’ll check the mail
I’ll check the phone again and I call your mom
She says you’re not there and I should take care

I hate it here
When you’re gone
I hate it
I hate it here
When you’re gone

I try to stay busy
I take out the trash, I sweep the floor
Try to keep myself occupied
Cause I know you don’t live here anymore