What’s your favorite color?
Living color
Is it red?
That’s what I said
Is it gold?
You got me sold
Is it green?
That’s mighty mean
Is it black?
Get back
What’s your favorite color?
Living color
I never thought I’d be the one to stay
Why does this hurt so bad?
Now all that I can do is fear for you
Fear for you
Fear for you
This is Tiger the Lion
gimme the Knuckles of Frisco
– If there?s danger in the language,
gentlemen,
I suggest no further use of
the two-way radio.
?John Cage had come to feel
that art in our time
was far less important
than our daily lives,
to which so many?d become
more or less inclined.
The purpose of it?s not unique.
Not to build masterpieces
for a delectative elite
but simply to wake to your life.?*
Te dejo esta carta buscando fin a este dolor,
siento que estoy muriendo pero no podía vivir más así.
Te escribo en un rincón .
Déjame entrar en la alberca de tus ojos
Déjame entrar en la alberca de tu ombligo
Yo no te obligo nena
Déjame entrar .
Déjame entrar en toditos tus rincones
Déjame entrar en toditas tus pasiones
Déjame entrar a tu alma
Déjame entrar .
Cómo dueles en los labios
cómo duele en todos lados
cómo duelen sus caricias cuando ya se ha ido.
Cómo me duele la ausencia,
cómo extraño su color de voz,
cómo falta su presencia en mi habitación.
Something on the windowsill
Caught her eye and held her still
The cars pass by outside
Nowhere left to hide
Picture this now crystal clear
Nothing left to hold her here
And creeping up meanwhile
Traces of a smile
Something on the windowsill
Caught her eye and held her still
The cars pass by outside .
Eyes open wide to see if I could fly .
Something on the windowsill .
Something on the windowsill .
— Report/Correct-or-add Lyrics––
I see the fragments of the dreams I used to have
And bits of aspiration lying in the sand
The stained glass wall of love that I cannot see through
Provides the only light here in my lonely room
A breeze reminds me of the changing time and place
A tear that takes forever rolls down your timeless face
