A barraca on line

Este é un dos soberbios bastardos temas de Tom Waits, sen Tom Waits. Non sabemos de quen será nin nos interesa. Ten unha guitarra que semella, non sei, grega. Algunha flipadura dun admirador ateniense. Os "beats" en plan chill out dunha web nosa soaban ao mesmo tempo. Coido que estamos preparados xa para pinchar en Ibiza, e forrarnos en sesións dun par de horas.

I like my town with a little drop of poison
Nobody knows they're lining up to go insane
I'm all alone, I smoke my friends down to the filter
But I feel much cleaner after it rains

She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison
She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison

Did the devil make the world while God was sleeping
Someone said you'll never get a wish from a bone
Another wrong goodbye and a hundred sailors
That deep blue sky is my home

She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison
She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison

A rat always knows when he's in with weasels
Here you lose a little every day
I remember when a million was a million
They all have ways to make you pay
They all have ways to make you pay

Convidamos ao lector a cantar ben alto e desafinado, con chispúnchispún e a guitarra do vídeo. Especialmente se está no curro e precisa relaxarse.