lunes, 2 de marzo de 2009

Fabricantes de jabón

"The Soapmakers". Clutch.

Behind the Cliffside Inn,
I heard a fiddle and a mandolin,
keeping rhythm on an old washboard
and stomping on the floor.
Saw people of all sorts
dancing 'round in twos and fours,
caroling about days of old,
and what the future holds.

In the middle was a big cauldron
that they were stirring, stirring,
and there were trees around
that they kept burning, burning.
I asked a toothless man
who all these people were, and
he said, "The soapmakers,
and we are working, working."

As they stirred Heaven and Earth, they combined to one,
and everything was everyone and each one was all.
As they stirred I heard a trumpet call,
and everything was everyone and each one was all.

As they stirred Heaven and Earth, they combined to one,
and everything was everyone and each one was all.
As they stirred I heard a trumpet call,
and everything was everyone and each one was all.

6 comentarios:

without dijo...

no los conocía!!! Son buenos ¿NO?.

un saludo!

paulamule dijo...

¿? Salud.

GINEBRA dijo...

Decididamente tengo que aprender inglés. Buenos días!!!

Aitor Fuckin' Perry dijo...

También... melódicos. Es broma. Ah, las letras crípticas, menos mal que tenemos Wordreference...

Milgrom dijo...

Tremendos Clutch. Vaya discazos que tienen!!

Perem dijo...

Voy a por las medicinas Doctor Möbius, creo que hoy me he saltado alguna toma....

Ahhh, ya he visto, hay un enlace...


Un saludo.