marzo 24, 2009

Please, Sister Morphine


Here I lie in my hospital bed
Tell me, sister morphine, when are you coming round again?
Oh, I dont think I can wait that long
Oh, you see that Im not that strong

The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears
Tell me, sister morphine, how long have I been lying here?
What am I doing in this place?
Why does the doctor have no face?

Oh, I cant crawl across the floor
Ah, cant you see, sister morphine, Im trying to score

Well it just goes to show
Things are not what they seem
Please, sister morphine, turn my nightmares into dreams
Oh, cant you see Im fading fast?
And that this shot will be my last

Sweet cousin cocaine, lay your cool cool hand on my head
Ah, come on, sister morphine, you better make up my bed
cause you know and I know in the morning Ill be dead
Yeah, and you can sit around, yeah and you can watch all the
Clean white sheets stained red.

8 comentarios:

Rafa dijo...

keep goin´my friend!

Dactiloritmo dijo...

Adios Christ.

Anónimo dijo...

love you sis!!

Caramelo

Eduardo Cañal dijo...

Esto me lo escribiste tú Chris.

Hoy te busqué. en la rima que duerme con todas las palabras. Si algo callé fue porque entendí todo, menos la distancia. Desordené átomos tuyos, para hacerte aparecer un día más...

Arriba el sol, abajo el reflejo de como estalla mi alma, ya estás aquí y el paso que dimos el causa y el efecto.

Cruza el amor y yo cruzaré los dedos

y.........GRACIAS POR VENIR.
Gracias por hacerme creer.
Gracias por frecuentar mi soledad.
Gracias por cruzar el puente.
Gracias por hacerme sentir.

Aún tengo el sol para besar tu sombra,

Me puse el uniforme de piel humana y no esperaba tanto resplendor.

Christian Gaudí.

La Sibila de las sílabas sibilantes dijo...

Adiós Chiris,

letras sin abrazo, pero muchos recuerdos.

Adiós.

Perro espacial dijo...

Oh, doctor please, oh, doctor please.
I drink and I take drugs, I love sex and I move around a lot,
I had my first baby at fourteen,
And yes, I guess I do have vagabond ways.
Yes, I guess I do have vagabond ways.

Oh, doctor please, oh, doctor please,
I think you've made a mistake, I'm fine and I don't need people,
You don't understand all my choices,
But yes, I guess I do have vagabond ways,
Yes, I guess I do have vagabond ways.

Please, don't lock me up,
Please, let me stay free.
If you let me go I promise I'll never come back,
I'll take a ship across the sea.
I'm young and poor, and yes I'm afraid,
But I'll stay myself and keep my vagabond ways.

Marianne Faithfull

Pablo Leon de la Barra dijo...

te extraniamos Christian!

Anónimo dijo...

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