I'm not down

En esta manía de posteos compulsivos, y sin tener idea boluda alguna que postear, elijo postear un tema de, en mi opinión, uno de los mejores discos que parió el rock, la música que destruyó y dio sentido a la vida de algunos (des)afortunados: London Calling. Debieron de haberlo escuchado diez mil veces; bueno, qué importa. Probablemente sea un posteo que pase como el puente Zárate- Brazo Largo; aunque algunos le presten atención a aquel (me incluyo). En fin, sufran, o disfruten, o ignoren; esto último, nunca viene mal y siempre queda bien, o cool. O francés, por caso.
O (re)lean Monparnasse, y saltéense éste.
Sean indulgentes. Si el Papa perdonó a los seguidores de Monseñor Lefebvre, anteriormente excomulgados, no creo entonces que mi pecado sea digno de castigo semejante.


If it's true a rich man leads a sad life
That's what they say, from day to day
Then what do the poor do with their lives?
On judgment day, with nothin' to say?

I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out
But I'm not down, Oh I'm not down
I've been shown up, but I've grown up
And I'm not down, Oh I'm not down

On my own I faced a gang of jeering
In strange streets
When my nerves were pumping out
I Fought my fear in, I didn't run
I was not done

I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out
But I'm not down, No I'm not down
I've been shown up, but I've grown up
And I'm not down, No I'm not down

So I have lived, that kind of day
When none of your sorrows will go away
Go down and down and hit the floor
Down and down and down some more
Depression
But I know, there'll be some way
When I can swing everything back my way
Like skyscrapers, rising up
Floor by floor, I'm not giving up

So you rock around and think that
You're the toughest
In the world, the whole wide world
But you're streets away from where
It gets the roughest
You ain't been there.

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