Nobody Home

By 4 de marzo de 2009Caminando

Podría decir tanto de la obra de The Wall de Pink Floyd.

Lo cierto es que uno de los temas que más me impactaron en imagen y sonido fué justamente éste.

Sin más lo dejo aquí.

i've got a little black book
with my poems in.
got a bag with a
toothbrush and a comb in.
when im a good dog, they sometimes
throw me a bone in.
i got elastic bands
keepin my shoes on.
got those swollen hand blues.
got thirteen channels of shit
on the t.v. to choose from.
i've got electric light.
and ive got second sight.
and amazing powers of observation.
and that is how i know
when i try to get through
on the telephone to you
therell be nobody home.
i've got the obligatory hendrix perm.
and the inevitable pinhole burns
all down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
i've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
i've got a silver spoon on a chain.
i've got a grand piano to
prop up my mortal remains.

i've got wild staring eyes.
and ive got a strong urge to fly.
but i got nowhere to fly to.
ooooh, babe when i pick up the phone
there`s still nobody home
i've got a pair of gohills boots

and i've got fading roots.

Roger Waters

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