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Mott the Hoople and the game of Life Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess Yeah,

Follow me, don´t follow me I´ve got my spine, I´ve got my orange crush Collar me, don´t collar me I´ve got my spine, I´ve got my orange crush We are agents of the free I´ve had my fun and now

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago, Turned around backwards so the windshield shows Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse Still, it´s so much clearer I forgot my shirt at the water?s edge

Easy to poke yourself square in the eye Harder to like yourself, harder to try These are espouses Postcards and neoprene Roses a dollar a stem Everyone sleeping or pulling the long haul and Keys/caves(?) in the cooler it´s three

It´s not that she walked away Her world got smaller All the usual places The same destinations Only something?s changed It´s not that she wasn´t rewarded With pomegranate afternoons And Mingus, Chet Baker and chess It´s not stampede and fortune

Stand in the place where you live Now face North Think about direction Wonder why you haven´t before Now stand in the place where you work Now face West Think about the place where you live Wonder why you haven´t

Mercury is rising still Turn the fan on high I won´t step on my own shadow No-one wants to cry Someone put a pox on me I spit in their eyes Summer turns to high Lift my bed sheet keep

I´ve watched the stars fall silent from your eyes All the sights that I have seen I can´t believe that I believed I wished That you could see There´s a new planet in the solar system There is nothing up

Grounded 5 am The nightlite is comforting But gravity is holding you Once settled into sleep You have watched on repeat, The story of your life Across the ceiling; And in review, You´ve said the air was singing It´s calling

This one goes out to the one i love This one goes out to the one i’ve left behind A simple prop to occupy my time This one goes out to the one i love Fire (she’s comin’ down on

This here is the place I will be staying There isn´t a number You can call the pay phone Let it ring a long, long, long, long time If I don´t pick up, hang up, call back, let it ring

«What´s the frequency, Kenneth?» is your Benzedrine, uh-huh I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed I thought I´d pegged you an idiot?s dream Tunnel vision from the outsider?s screen I never understood the frequency, uh-huh You wore

TE CONTARE UNA HISTORIA VERDADERA Y NO LO QUIERO HACER ASI NO MAS QUE A LA LIGERA. TE CONTARE PARTE DE MI VIDA, DE LO QUE YO SENTI, CUANDO LO CONOCIIII… NUNCA OLVIDARE AQUEL GRAN MOMENTO, ERA LA IGLESIA UN

Baby, I´m stuck in the middle and I don´t know why Find the words you sing to me Sweeter than the words of the bird in the sky Oh, the days you came around I feel so good for me