miércoles, 2 de mayo de 2007

Malasaña's burning

No sé si la revolución ha llegado o simplemente se acerca la primavera y la gente se aburre. ¿De dónde saca su nombre la plaza 2 de mayo? ¿Había borrachos aquél día? Si no hay sitio para luchar (quién dice luchar dice beber) en la calle, canta en una banda de rock and roll. ¡Menos probabilidades de que te rompan la cabeza!

Street Fighting Man
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Well then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No!
Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution
'Cauce where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man
No!
Get down
Hey! Said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants
Well, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man
No
Get down


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