sábado, 24 de noviembre de 2007

The Test


Chemical Brothers feat. Richard Ashcroft - The Test

Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?

Am I coming through?
Am I coming through?
Is this sweet and pure and true?

Devil came by this morning,
Said he had
Something to show me
I was looking like I've never seen a face before
Here we go now, let's slide into the open door

Pictures and things that I've done before
Circling around me,
Out here on the floor
I'm dreaming this and I'm dreaming that
Regretting nothing
Think about that

I'm seeing waves breaking form to my horizon
Yeah I'm shining
I'm seeing waves breaking form to my horizon
Lord, I'm shining
Are you hearing me?
Like I'm hearing you?
Are you hearing me?
Like I'm hearing you?

You know I always lost my mind
I can't explain
Where I've been
You know I almost lost my mind
I couldn't explain
The things I've seen
But now I think I see the light
Now I think I see the light
Lend me your hand
Lend me your hand
Lend me your hand
Lend me your hand
Lend me your hand

I'm seeing waves breaking form to my horizon
Yeah I'm shining
I'm seeing waves breaking form to my horizon, lord I'm shining
Oh are you hearing me?
Like I'm hearing you
Oh are you hearing me?
Like I'm hearing you?

You know I always lost my mind
But now I'm home, and I'm free
Did I pass the acid test?
Did I pass the acid test?
You'd better go to bed now

¿Y si todo fuera una alucinación?

3 comentarios:

Let forever be dijo...

Desde que vi aquel vídeo de "Hey, gril; hey, boy" supe que con esta gente había tela que cortar. No tanto como para que mi primer disco fuera uno de Jamiroquai, pero lo suficiente como para querer ser DJ en una discoteca de prestigio de mayor.
Vivan los chemical, vivan krafwerk, viva christian varela, viva maxima fm!!!
Pero, sobre todo, temazooooOOooO!
Besos y besos!

La Serena dijo...

Si todo fuera una ilusión lo mejor sería no despertar nunca... ¿no?

lolastarsandstripes dijo...

El problema no está en cuando es una ilusión, sino cuando toma el cariz de mal sueño. Sea real o no, cuando nos despertemos será cuando estemos muertos. No es muy alentador, ¿verdad?(y yo no estoy muy optimista esta mañana).

Muas
(L)