I Do not Know What To Do With Me
. I no longer know what to do with me.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Long Does Take Get Std
No, not true. I mean, yes, but that will not write that day, but rather the thing is to comment on my blog and has little music (thanks to Carimy told me step by step how to do it, but I assumed it was something complicated).
Well, from week past could hear "The Husband" by Pedro Guerra, who probably put back later.
today officially say, I put "I Do not Know What To Do With Me" by Cuarteto de Nos, Uruguayan group quite like me, that I live a few months ago and I hope you please someone over here.
There highlighted in red the parts with which, say, I identified immediately.
And
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[Ah, to hear the Rolita: the option is there in the right column under my profile and before the list of favorite blogs. And occasionally put other ditties, and the eclectic like me].
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I Do not Know What To Do With Me
forced've had to go to church, and played on the piano "Für Elise"
have learned to distort my smile as I walked along the ledge;
place and changed my bed, I did comedy, drama did,
was concrete and I went around the bush, and I did good and I had a bad reputation.
ethical and I was already erratic because I was skeptical and was fanatical
I became apathetic and was methodical, and I was lewd and chaotic.
already read Arthur Conan Doyle , I went from naphtha to gas oil,
read and Breton and Moliere, and slept on mattress and box spring.
I changed my hair color, and I was against and for,
what gave me pleasure now gives me pain, I've been across the counter.
And I hear a voice say without reason: "You always changing, and no further change."
And I hear a voice say without reason: "You always changing, and no further change."
And I am more and more alike, I do not know what to do with me. Already
I drowned in a glass of water , and planted coffee in Nicaragua,
I drowned in a glass of water , and planted coffee in Nicaragua,
and I went to try their luck in USA, and playing Russian roulette,
and believed in the Martian I became a lacto ovo vegetarian, healthy.
I still and went gypsy, and I was tranqui and hands up. I
the course of mythology, but to me the gods were laughing. Gold
saved her here rhythmology scraping and applying.
I tried it, and smoked, and took, 've quit, I signed, and I went, and hit, and suffered, and evaded, and fled, and I took, I went and returned, and pretended, and lied.
And among the many falsehoods, and many of my lies are true.
adversity and I easily complicate me in trifles.
And I hear a voice that says rightly: "You always changing, and no further change."
And I am more and more alike, I do not know what to do with me.
I already did a facelift, I got a piercing, I went to the Dream Team and there was no feeling.
I already did a facelift, I got a piercing, I went to the Dream Team and there was no feeling.
Me Che tattooed on one cheek, above the mom to not leave,
and I laughed and I could care less about things and people that scare me now ,
fasted for reasons to fart, I enticed by spiedo chicken.
I went to a psychologist, was the theologian, went to the astrologer, was the winemaker,
I became an alcoholic and I lambeta, and was anonymous and I did diet,
and threw stones and spat at the place where I now work,
and my file has a piece that I behaved well and I built mess.
And I hear a voice say without reason: "You always changing, and no further change."
And I hear a voice say without reason: "You always changing, and no further change."
And I am more and more alike I do not know what to do with me.
And I hear a voice that says rightly: "You always changing, and no further change."
And I am more and more alike, I do not know what to do with me.
El Cuarteto de Nos
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