Nobody Home

I got a little black book with my poems in.

Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.

When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.

I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.

Got those swollen hands blues.

Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from.

I got electric light,

And I got second sight.

Got amazing powers of observation.

And that is how I know,

When I try to get through,

On the telephone to you,

There’ll be nobody home.

I got the obligatory Hendrix perm,

And the inevitable pinhole burns,

All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.

I got nicotine stains on my fingers.

I got a silver spoon on a chain.

Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.

I’ve got wild, staring eyes.

And I got a strong urge to fly,

But I got nowhere to fly to… fly to… fly to… fly to.

Ooooo Babe,

When I pick up the phone,

There’s still nobody home.

I got a pair of Gohill boots,

And I got fading roots.

Pink Floyd una de mis bandas favoritas y una de sus canciones favoritas… simplemente el sentimiento con el que Roger Waters canta esta me da lo que comunmente llamamos como ñañaras :p… sumamente recomendable 😀

3 Comentarios en “Nobody Home”

  1. Ivan Dice:
    January 21st, 2004 at 8:34 am

    That song is great. The vocals are so powerful.

  2. egg Dice:
    January 21st, 2004 at 11:28 pm

    Nada como los clásicos.
    Mi favorita de ellos es “I Wish You Here”

  3. NOlo Dice:
    January 22nd, 2004 at 8:09 am

    Ah pero claro, Wish you were here me encanta, de no ser por esa canción ahorita no seria tan feliz :D, ando aprendiendo a tocarla en guitarra :p

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