(by Miguel Bose) Bless each time I got it wrong Bless mess ups, bless them all Bless the children, they're gay or wrong Bless us all Bless the crack
I am the politician that doesn't know I am the father that is still a son I am the twisted mouth of that soldier in the picture I'm the gun, I?m the blood
(Live/Mastretta cover) El ultimo habitante del planeta Conto el dinero y se tomo su tiempo Penso gastarlo todo en una noche Para que lo iba a guardar
Time gets trapped like drops On a spider's web Pictures never taken Are burning in my head I hear my brother mending something in the backyard My mama
How high, how high How high will I go this time How hard, how hard How hard will I fall this time How sweet, how slow, how hard, how warm How high, how
I save the letters that people send to you As a picture of your outlines A silhouette of your voice I don't know what you asked But I keep all the answers
The edge cuts this day Into perfect shades and perfect shapes There's a buzzing Going 'round in my head Like lights this love will not be own Like music
Shake the moon Shake the moon inside your glass Fit the sky Make the sky fit into your eye Stomp the floor Brake the floor when you pace along Scratch
You were so down and blue All sad songs talked about you But then all secrets just came out And the truth was laugh about Your eyes turned shiny and
Strange little girl, like all the rest Almost the end, but not quite Still waiting for my birthday cake To make a bite and choke on time Days are lazy
Someone should cry Give a step back Come along and not wait or Pull, try Fold every past Walk every path Someone could stop Save what's left of me Defend
The more you see The more i hide The more show The more i lie Or the more i hide The more you see The more i lie The more i show Or the more i show The
There are children playing on the manpost 'tending they are kids They can climb up and fall down hard on their knees Into this grass built for them
Please let me be No more no less Than a beautiful mess The parade of days Let me watch from my corner Let me be a beautiful mess Let me sleep Or let
I used to think one day i would learn The truth about life Treasured everything i saw Nailed to the wall of certainties Then life came along And casually
Hang to the telephone wires That follow me through the land The rails i recognise in my hands I draw black dots in my palms Give them names and discover
Slow the eyes And the lips Soft the time And the air Slow good morning Slow good night Slow the game Soft we play Silent the way Wait for you to slowly
Sink down to me Sink down to me Bring all your weapons, your guns Your thunders, your storms Come to this cradle This unmade bed Bring all your lovers