Mañanas Soleadas...

Vuelta de vacaciones, es martes pero también lunes. Salgo del metro y esta canción se cuela en mi ipod...Y hace sol, y yo cierro los ojos y me da en la cara...Y un poco mas allá está el mar...Y en fin en dos minutos el paisaje se ha sustituido por el PC y 140 emails retrasados. Pero el ratito de la canción... Eso ya no me lo quita nadie!.

sweeping the floors, open up the doors
yeah turn on the lights, gettin ready for tonight
nobody's romantic cuz it's too early for dancin
but here comes the music

bright lights flashing to cover up your lack of so
many people, so many problems, so many reasons
to buy another round, drink it down
just another night on the town
with the big man, money man, better than the other man
he got the plan with the million dollar give a damn
when nobody understands, become a smaller man
the bright lights keep flashing, and the women keep on dancing

with the clowns, yeah yeah yeah
they pick me up when i'm down yeah yeah
the rodeo clowns, yeah yeah yeah
they pick me up when i'm down

the disco ball spinning, all the music and the women
and the shots of tequila, man they say that they need ya,
what they really need...is just a little room to breathe
teeny bopping disco queen, she barely understands
her dreams of bellybutton rings and other kinds of things
symbolic of change but the thing that is strange
is that the changes occurred, and now she's just a part of the herd, yeah yeah yeah
man, i thought that you heard, yeah yeah
the changes occurred, yeah yeah yeah
just a part of the herd

lights out, shut down, late night, wet ground
you walk by look at him, but he can't look at you yeah
you might feel pity but he only feels the ground
cuz you understand moods but he only knows let down
by the corner there's another one
reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man
well you try to live but he’s done tryin
not dead, but definitely dying
with the rest of the clowns, yeah yeah
(humming)...with the rest of the clowns

sweeping the floors, open up the doors
yeah turn on the lights, gettin ready for tonight
nobody's romantic cuz it's too early for dancin
but here comes the music

Jack Johnson