
San Clemente deprimente, Villa Gesell Rolling
Stone. Vacaciones en la costa, con mi tabla de
telgopor. Acá las olas del mar
te pueden matar, esto es extremo de verdad,
escatológicamente no hay nada mejor.
Los voy a extrañar tocayos.
Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock n roll And can music save your mortal soul And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well i know that you´re in love with him Cause i saw you dancing in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin´ buck With a pink carnation and a pick-up truck But i knew that i was out of luck The day the music died.![]()
Red, red wine, it's up to you. All I can do, I've done; But mem'ries won't go. No, mem'ries won't go.
I'd have thought that with time Thoughts of her would leave my head. I was wrong, now I find Just one thing makes me forget.
Red, red wine, stay close to me. Don't let me be alone; It's tearing apart My blue, blue heart.
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