That Never Goes Out.
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viernes, 15 de octubre de 2010
viernes, 13 de agosto de 2010
sábado, 7 de agosto de 2010
This Night Has Opened My Eyes.
The dream has gone, But the baby is real.
Oh, you did a good thing
She could have been a poet, Or, she could have been a fool.
Oh, you did a bad thing
And I'm not happy, And I'm not sad
A shoeless child on a swing
Reminds you of your own again
She took away your troubles, Oh, but then again She left pain
So, please save your life, Because you've only got one.
miércoles, 4 de agosto de 2010
viernes, 4 de diciembre de 2009
Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?
The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
But Honey Pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there's Panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself...
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- Julieta.
- I do have utopian fantasies. A lot of them are more - I wouldn't say spiritual, but they relate more to the imagination and the individual. But for me socialism is a way of trying to put far-fetched ideas into everyday use, trying to find a way to bridge the gap between that fantasy and reality, and reaching out across that gap to the people who can actually do something to make the change.