Ya saben, dada mi platanez para escribir yo lo que siento, encuentro la palabra precisa, y toda la pasión, en las letras de una canción y por supuesto en la música... en la de hoy encuentro al duendue de ojos claros y labios rosas (he's learning to fly), encuentro un episodio de su vida, encuentro respuestas (refrendo respuestas que ya estaban ahí). Y que cada quien tome la letra como quiera... a mí me llena de poder
He could’ve tuned in, tuned in
But he tuned out
A bad time, nothing could save him
Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out
He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee
A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw
Delivered him wings,
"Hey, look at me now"
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh, power, oh
He's.. flying
Whole…
High.. wide, oh
He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere
But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed
By faceless men, well, fuckers
He still stands
And he still gives his love, he just gives it away
The love he receives is the love that is saved
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky
A human being that was given to fly
High.. flying
Oh, oh
High.. flying
Oh, oh
He’s…flying
Oh, oh
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