The voice in the oubliette

Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep Moonlight spills on comic books And superstars in magazines An old friend calls and tells us where to meet Her plane takes off from Baltimore And touches down on Bourbon Street We sit outside and argue all night long About a god we've never seen But never fails to side with me Sunday comes and all the papers say Ma Teresa's joined the mob And happy with her full time job Do do do do doo do...Do do do do doo do... Do do do do doo do...Do do do do doo do... Do do do do doo do...Do do do do doo do... Do do do do doo do...Do do do do doo do... I've been downhearted baby, I've been down--I've been downhearted baby, Ever since the day we met Ever since the day we met I've been downhearted baby, I've been down--I've been downhearted baby, Ever since the day we met Ever since the day we met Am I alive or thoughts that drift away? Does summer come for everyone? Can humans do as prophets say?...

Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "i love you" Birds singin' in the sycamore trees Dream a little dream of me Say nighty-night and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me While I'm alone and blue as can be Dream a little dream of me Stars fading but I linger on dear Still craving your kiss I'm longin' to linger till dawn dear Just saying this Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me Stars shining up above you Night breezes seem to whisper "i love you" Birds singin' in the sycamore trees Dream a little dream of me Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me Yes, dream a little dream of me

...99 dreams I have had In every one a red balloon It's all over and I'm standin' pretty In the dust that was a city If I could find a souvenier Just to prove the world was here... And here it is, a red balloon I think of you and let it go.

No es una canción profunda, ni propositiva, ni original, ni especial... Pero es la canción que se me vino a la mente anoche por un momento, justo antes de domir, cuando lo último que vi fue el perfil de su cuerpo a contraluz... " I want to buy you flowers it's such a shame you're a boy but when you are not a girl nobody buys you flowers I want to buy you flowers and now i'm standing in the shop I must confess i wonder if you will like my flowers You are so sweet and i'm so alone oh darling please tell me you're the one I'll buy you flowers I'll buy you flowers like not other girl did before You were so sweet and i was in love oh darling don't tell me you found another girl forget the flowers because the flowers never last for ever never last for ever never last for ever my love " *Quiero comprarle flores*