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Y LOS GEMINIANOS.
“Ojalá hubiera nacido. Pero a mí me construyeron. De cero, a partir de las cosas que encontraron por casa” (Tom Waits. 1999)
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Rain dogs
Inside a broken clock,
splashing the wine with all the rain dogs
Taxi, we’d rather walk,
huddle a doorway
with the rain dogs
For I am a rain dog,
tooOh, how we danced
and we swallowed
the night
For it was all ripe for dreaming
Oh, how we danced away
all of the lights
We’ve always been out
of our minds
The rum pours strong and thin,
beat out the dustman
with the rain dogs
Aboard a shipwreck train,
give my umbrella to the rain dogs
For I am a rain dog,
tooOh,
how we danced
with the rose of tralee
Her long hair
black as a raven
Oh, how
we danced and you whispered to me
You’ll never be going back home
Oh, how we danced
with the rose of tralee
Her long hair black as a raven
Oh, how we danced
and you whispered to me
You’ll never be going back home
splashing the wine with all the rain dogs
Taxi, we’d rather walk,
huddle a doorway
with the rain dogs
For I am a rain dog,
tooOh, how we danced
and we swallowed
the night
For it was all ripe for dreaming
Oh, how we danced away
all of the lights
We’ve always been out
of our minds
The rum pours strong and thin,
beat out the dustman
with the rain dogs
Aboard a shipwreck train,
give my umbrella to the rain dogs
For I am a rain dog,
tooOh,
how we danced
with the rose of tralee
Her long hair
black as a raven
Oh, how
we danced and you whispered to me
You’ll never be going back home
Oh, how we danced
with the rose of tralee
Her long hair black as a raven
Oh, how we danced
and you whispered to me
You’ll never be going back home
