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Almost Always

Page history last edited by Tasio Martin 3 years, 11 months ago

 Almost Always

 

Lately I been thinkin' 'bout the changing world;

Tryin' to fit in pieces of dreams.

Just tryin' to add it up, figure out what it means

when a lost planet comes tumbling home.

Does it have to have a beer

to break free from what is here

and continue to pick up these pieces of dreams?

And I'm livin' with a game show host

Who has to brag and has to boast,

'Bout tearin' down... the things that I hold dear.

 

While the day is with us and the birds are near

Singin' in the sun, baskin' in its light,

Has it just risen through the fogs of fear?

Can I take a minute to do what's right?

Before that starts me thinkin’…distractin' me again,

Do I have something to say?

Maybe just a feelin' that things are bound to change

Or just that crazy searchlight...

lightin' someone's way.

 

I'm not gonna work it out right here and right now

I got some things to do; got some calls to make.

But I'll get back to it... somehow.

Hear that crazy little bird callin' out his song,

Standin' out on a limb almost too long?

Singin' out to his mate, she answers every time.

Almost always.

 

Almost always.

 

Casi siempre

 

Últimamente he estado pensando en el cambiante mundo,

tratando de encajar retazos de sueños.

Solo intento encontrarle sentido, descubrir lo que significa

que un planeta perdido llegue a ser una casa en ruinas.

¿He de tener una cerveza delante

para olvidarme de lo que está ocurriendo

y continuar encajando estos retazos de sueños?

Porque estoy viendo a un presentador

de concurso televisivo que se jacta y presume

de echar por tierra... las cosas que aprecio.

 

Mientras aún es de día, los pájaros cercanos

cantan bajo el sol, gozando de su luz.

¿Acaba de salir de la niebla del miedo?

¿Me dará pie para hacer lo correcto?

Y en ésas, empiezo a pensar... a distraerme nuevamente,

¿Tengo algo que decir?

Quizás solo sentir que las cosas van a cambiar

o simplemente ese reflector loco...

alumbrando el camino de alguien.

 

No es algo que tenga que resolver aquí y ahora.

Tengo algunas cosas pendientes, algunas llamadas que hacer.

Pero volveré sobre ello... en algún otro momento.

¿Oyes a ese pequeño pájaro loco gorjeando su canción

en su limbo desde hace tiempo?

Cantando a su compañera que le responde siempre.

Bueno, casi siempre.

 

Casi siempre.

 

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