I'm a seasick sailor On a ship of noise I got my maps all backwards And my instincts poisoned In a truth blown gutter Full of wasted years Like blown-out speakers Ringin' in my ears
Oh it's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone It's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone
Now I'm a straight-line walker In a black-out room I push a shopping cart over In an Aztec ruin With my minion fingers Working for some God Who could see his own reflection In a parking lot
Oh it's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone No it's nausea, oh nausea
Now I'm a priest teenager On a tower of dust I'm a dead generator In a cloud of exhaust I eat alone in the desert With skulls for my pets I rate the days, one to ten With lead cigarettes
It's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone It's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone
(Beck, Nausea) (la mala noticia es que creo que oscilador es un poco parecida :S toca cambiar la melodía).
"Antes de que sepamos que podemos soñar lúcido, tal actividad no se nos plantea. Una vez que se nos revela el tema, comenzamos, primero lentamente y luego con más y más frecuencia, a pensar en él durante el día y a prepararnos para la noche. El soñador tiene memoria, se recuerda lo que se propuso durante la vigilia y es muy posible que lo realice. Fui poco a poco, con una paciencia inagotable, durante años, conquistando el mundo onírico. No le doy al término 'conquistar' el sentido de ganar una batalla o un territorio. Conquistar para mí es vivir en su plenitud el mundo de los sueños, que no tiene fin."
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I'm a seasick sailor
On a ship of noise
I got my maps all backwards
And my instincts poisoned
In a truth blown gutter
Full of wasted years
Like blown-out speakers
Ringin' in my ears
Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
Now I'm a straight-line walker
In a black-out room
I push a shopping cart over
In an Aztec ruin
With my minion fingers
Working for some God
Who could see his own reflection
In a parking lot
Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
No it's nausea, oh nausea
Now I'm a priest teenager
On a tower of dust
I'm a dead generator
In a cloud of exhaust
I eat alone in the desert
With skulls for my pets
I rate the days, one to ten
With lead cigarettes
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
(Beck, Nausea)
(la mala noticia es que creo que oscilador es un poco parecida :S toca cambiar la melodía).
Sistema, parce. Sistema.
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