04 abril 2009

Tantos años esperando para poder hacer esto...

The Residents: Forty-Four
Once I lived on a dead end street
With a little bitty woman
With big ol' big feet.
It was always dark,
We was always poor.
The number outside was 44.
One day bad blood creeped in my mind
Sucked on my soul and made me blind
I thought she lied, so I opened the drawer
Pulled out my bullets and my 44.
Forty Four, it was Forty Four
He couldn't stand that number no more.
Forty Four, it was Forty Four
Don't wanna hear that number no more.
I found her in the store with a preacher man
Who laughed when she slapped the gun out' my hand.
A train went by as I ran out the door.
The number on the engine was 44.
I rode that train to New Orleans,
And took my tears to a Voodoo Queen.
I couldn't live like that no more
It was my birthday... I was 44.
Forty Four, he was Forty Four
He couldn't stand that number no more.
Forty Four, he was Forty Four
Don't wanna hear that number no more.

(sí, hoy cumplo 44)