Danny Saucedo
Phantom Limbs
These are not my legsThese are pins and record needlesThis is not my armBut I'll raise it to the ceilingAnd tell you to turn it upBecause this music is turning me onThese are not my hands but I still need them to playThese aren't my back musclesBut I need to stand up straightAnd hold my head up way too highLike a giraffe or a Rasta or something elseExotic with its head in the cloudsThis is not my crowdBut I tell them to put one hand in the airIf getting our rock onIs getting their rocks offThe clock is tickingSo let's tockFace-to-face-to-empty-spaceI don't update regularly and I don't tweet truthI sweet tooth like I am that antlerLetras de cancionesAn operative with no handlerFreeing myself with a laser penWriting my name on the moonSigning your ass with a SharpieDon't fall asleep with your shoes onBecause we plan to rock your socks offAnd if you sleepwalk with no socksYour feet will stinkBut these are not your feetSo get off of themGet up, get all the way up to the ceilingGet pushed into the cracks in the paintKick away cobwebsAnd dance circles around busted light bulbsYou're never too big to be hoisted up and paraded around the roomI can count more strong young men here than chair legsYou're never too old to rock 'til you dropJust prepare to drop early enough for it to kick in before bedOld Man Galapagos TortoiseIs 4000 years old and he's never left the rockHe's had the same girl for centuriesAnd he's walked a path into covered-wagon-wheel-rutsAnd that sounds like a great way to live
From Letras Mania