And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart

Rayos! a esta cosa solo le queda 1:19hrs para que se muera y yo con un post encima, y bueno empiezo; desde el viernes que saque lo del Follow Friday, me puse en mi sillon de pensar y pense, pense pense, por que usando la cabeza es por donde se empieza y ok basta!; y bueno pues decidi tambien hacer un Music Monday (#MM), tambien traido desde twitter.

Y bueno empezando esta seccion/etiqueta/oalgoasi que mejor que la primera cancion random de mi reproductor de musica, en este caso iTunes -y no, no me paga por hacer comercial-, y esta es...



Y bueno tengo que decir que de su disco anterior solo me gustaron como 3 canciones, tal ves fue por que no lo escuche mucho pero da igual, en este mas reciente, me gustan muchas, la mayoria por no decir todas, los conoci por su sencillo el que todos conocen el cual desconosco y el cual no quiero buscar -alguien me podia decir cual es?-, y bueno la musica puchenle play arriba y la letra esta debajo, por cierto la cancion es The Sea Is A Good Place To Think Of The Future de Los Campesinos

The Sea Is A Good Place To Think Of The Future - Los Campesionos!
I grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand
Closed from tip to tip
I said “you’ve taken the diet too far
You have got to let it slip”
But she’s not eating again, she’s not eating again
She’s not eating again, she’s not eating again
I ask her to speak French
And then I need her to translate
I get the feeling she makes the meaning more significant
She was always far too pretty for me to believe
In a single word she said, believe a word she said

At fourteen her mother died in a routine operation
from allergic reaction to a general anesthetic.
She spent the rest of her teens
Experimenting with prescriptions
in a futile attempt to know more than the doctors

She said one day to leave her
sand up to her shoulders
Waiting for the tide
To drag her to the ocean, to another sea’s shore
This thing hurts like hell

But what did you expect?

And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
And all you can feel is your lungs flood
And the blood course
But oh I can see five hundred years
Dead set ahead of me
Five hundred behind
A thousand years in perfect symmetry

Best known left wrist right finger
through all the Southern States
on every video games machine
They call her triple A.
There were racists on the radio
trying to give up smoking
the chat show host he joked
“you have to wait for the government program”.
You talk about your politics
and I wonder if you could be one of them
but you could never kiss a Tory boy
without wanting to cut off your tongue again.

A good place to look to the future
is when you are sat at the sea
with the salt up to your ankles
and a view of the end of the pier
you may look down at your model’s feet
and wish that you’d just float away
and the weather here is overcast
and the sea is the same shade of grey
so the landscape before you
looks just like the edge of the world
but to the left side and the right side
either way is a crazy golf course

The sea is a good place to think of the future.

And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
And all you can feel is your lungs flood
and the blood course
But oh I can see five hundred years
dead set ahead of me
Five hundred behind, a thousand years
in perfect symmetry
A thousand years no getting rid of me
A thousand years in perfect symmetry