Name: escrito en el cora' by TERESAH
Duration: 1 min 4 s
Description: lo que importa es que he llegado hasta aquí

Uma nuvem de música, alguém cantando com autotune, uma batida rápida, mais música de nuvem combinada com canto. Há um elemento de artifício aqui. Brincando com a voz.

MOTOMAMI TOUR VERSION

Kanye West - Mrs. Misery (Unreleased)

lo que importa es que he llegado hasta aquí

escrito en el cora'

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The hairdressers of London
Were sent home by the dozen
Did not travel in fine cars
Sipping wine in quaint wine bars.

They were not sky bound
Travelling above the ground
In rockets sprouting flames
Firing up through space-bound lanes.

Instead they travelled in a ship
With sailors young and fit
Calling out from a high mast
As the land receded fast.

While the hairdressers sat cold 
Locked up in a stinking hold
In amongst them Little Molly
Clutching her beloved dolly.

The ship sailed on through the night
And it sailed on into light
Molly said a word so grey
And the ship just went away.

The hairdressers awakened
In their homes unshaken
Dressing hair, playing games
No memory of being taken.

The ship itself sailed on
Crew and captain singing songs
Into seas so dazzling blue
And places that they never knew.

Molly’s doll had power
Magic like plucking flowers
The doll was also a dear friend
With Molly to the very end.

For Molly and her dolly
The journey was no folly
Their travels ever entwined
With an array of mortal minds.

The hairdressers of London
Were sent home by the dozen
They sat there quite cold 
Locked up in a stinking hold.

Hairdressers of London r5c

1. A man walks down a road
On his way to Heaven’s portal
In-between moments of bliss
As does any mortal.

But he longs for Paradise
Heaven or Hell, let it come
Wants the supreme sacrifice
To the beating of a drum.

He doesn’t care that much
Who lives, who dies
But he longs, nay demands
That the veil be torn from his eyes.

2. For that he’ll sacrifice anything
Dignity, position or faith
For that he becomes
As it were, a living wraith.

For that he lives all these years
For all the years to come
A ghost in the body of life
No more than the clicking of a thumb.

No more than a burning bush
Stuck forever in a desert
As long as the flame  remains
He remains ever-present.

3. A man walks down a road
On his way to Heaven’s portal
In-between moments of bliss
As does any mortal.

But he longs for Paradise
Heaven or Hell, let it come
Wants the supreme sacrifice
To the beating of a drum.

He doesn’t care that much
Who lives, who dies
But he longs, nay demands
That the veil be torn from his eyes.


Addiction r1a

1. I was a sailor
On a ship
Until I tripped
And broke my hip.

Now I roam
About on land
Trying my best
To understand.

Why the compass
Doesn't work
Why my heart
Is full of hurt.

2. Thought I knew
My way around
Feeling lost
On solid ground.

What I'd give
To be at sea
With all its fears
And drudgery.

Every morning
And every night
The sea birds
And their delights.

3. Brisk wind
Off the bow
New countries
In every hour.

Life so simple
In the end
Vast sea waves
Sails that bend.

I was a sailor
On a ship
Until I tripped

escrito en el cora'

TERESAH

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