Bálsamos

Este lunes no está siendo lo que se denomina un remanso de paz (personalmente) y cómo todavía queda mucho día que vivir, necesitaba un bálsamo para el cuerpo y el espíritu que hiciera efecto rápido y me sirviera como sílaba OHM para llegar a la medianoche y superar este super lunes. Os regalo el "going to a town" de Rufus Wainwright y la letra del tema que por cierto, es muy muy muy interesante.

I'm going to a town that has already been burned down I'm going to a place that is already been disgraced I'm gonna see some folks who have already been let down. I'm so tired of America I'm gonna make it up for all of the Sunday Times I'm gonna make it up for all of the nursery rhymes They never really seem to want to tell the truth I'm so tired of you America Making my own way home Ain't gonna be alone I got a life to lead America I got a life to lead Tell me do you really think you go to hell for having loved? Tell me and not for thinking every thing that you've done is good (I really need to know) After soaking the body of Jesus Christ in blood I'm so tired of America (I really need to know) I may just never see you again or might as well You took advantage of a world that loved you well I'm going to a town that has already been burned down I'm so tired of you America Making my own way home Ain't gonna be alone I got a life to lead America I got a life to lead I got a soul to feed I got a dream to heed And that's all I need Making my own way home Ain't gonna be alone I'm going to a town that has already been burned down