the fanatic belogger

Aveces te juntas con fanaticos que no les importa salir del saco con el primer rayo de sol para pasar un dia de PM haciendo lo que nos gusta, fanaticos que se le ponen los pelos de punta con solo recordarle el tacto de una regleta en el paso duro de tal via, fanaticos que ya tiene himmno.

"The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth"

Once - The dogs have quit their barking"

Son," - my neighbor said to me."

Know the emptiness of talking blue

the same old sheep."

Run - I'll do no more this walking

Haunted by a past I just can't see

AnymoreAnymore

But let me tell you I have never planned

To let go of the hand that has been

Clinging by its thick country skin

To my yellow country teeth

Far - Far away from West VirginiaI

- Will try on New York City

Explaining that the sky holds the

Wind the sun rushes in and a child

With a shotgun can shoot down

Honeybees that sting

BUT THIS BOY COULD USE A LITTLE STING!

Who - Will get me to a party?

Who - Do I have yet to meet?

You - You look a bit like coffee

And you taste a bit like me

How - Can I keep me from moving?

Now - I need a change of scenery

Just listen to me I won't pretend to

Understand the movement of the wind

Or the waves out in the ocean or how

Like the hours I change softly slowly

Plainly blindly oh me oh my!