Marear la perdiz

 

Mañana (en realidad hoy) dentro de unas horas, estaremos viendo de nuevo a Camera Obscura.

Tocan en el festival Indyspensable, y a la misma hora en las fiestas de Hortaleza toca La Habitación Roja, pero como todavía no domino la bilocación al final iré a Villaverde a ver a traceyanne a ver si por una vez sonríe.

 

He estado mirando hotel para Lisboa, aunque todavía no se si al final pasaremos algunos días en Oporto o quizás bajemos al Algarve. Mañana sin falta habrá que decidir que hacemos porque habrá que reservar los hoteles e ir pensando en pedir las vacaciones en el trabajo. Y hablando de trabajo, he visto una oferta de trabajo que me ha llamado bastante la atención, creo que voy a mandar mi CV, como se les ocurra cogerme ... uf!

 

La canción de hoy la suelo pinchar en el pub, es bastante buena, al menos para mí. Va de un tío que le quiere decir a su ex que ..., nada la traducís y así practicáis un poco ingés. Está dedicada al Chuso, para que espabile y decida que va a hacer con su ex y deje de marear la perdiz.

 

 

The Honorary Title - Bridge And Tunnel

 

If
If you want
If you want to be the one that he's thinking of
You
You just need
You just need to understand
Ah, just turn around
Just turn around
Whoa A-oh-a-oh

 

You are the only thing
The only thing that he has left
The only thing at all
The only thing at all

 

In the later hours when the packed
Bars start spitting cowards
They're picking scars
Cell phones clenched along
Along the sidewalk
They usually stay out of our way
The bridge and tunnel just seems to escape near our home
Near our home

 

If
If you want
If you want to be the one that he's thinking of
You
You just need
You just need to understand
Ah, just turn around
Just turn around
Whoa A-oh-a-oh

 

You are the only thing
The only thing that he has left
The only thing at all
The only thing at all

 

In the later hours when the packed
Bars start spitting cowards
They're picking scars
Cell phones clenched along
Along the sidewalk
They usually stay out of our way
The bridge and tunnel just seems to escape near our home
Near our home

 

There is no one else around
We've been waiting for countless hours
Oh, you never, you never measure up
c-c-c-cuz, baby, it will all soon come to an end
c-c-c-cuz, baby, it will all soon come to an end

 

In the later hours when the packed
Bars start spitting cowards
They're picking scars
Cell phones clenched along
Along the sidewalk
They usually stay out of our way
The bridge and tunnel just seems to escape near our home
Near our home

 

You are the only thing
The only thing that he has left
The only thing at all

 

 

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