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Laurie Anderson - voz
Adrian Belew - guitarra
Nile Rodgers - guitarra, teclados
Jimmy Bralower - batería
Robert Arron - saxo
Curtis King - coro
Frank Simms - coro
Dianne Garisto - coro
Tawata Agee - coro
Christipher Sawyer-Laucanno - coro
Brenda White-King - coro
(version original)
Paradise
Is exactly like
Where you are right now
Only much
Much!
Better.
I saw this guy on the train
And he seemed to gave gotten stuck
In one of those abstract trances.
And he was going: "Ugh...Ugh...Ugh..."
And Fred said:
"You know?
I think he's in some kind of pain.
I think it's a pain cry."
And I said:
"Pain cry?
Then language is a virus."
Language! It's a virus!
Language! It's a virus!
Well I was talking to a friend
And I was saying:
“I wanted you.
And I was looking for you.
But I couldn't find you.
I couldn't find you.”
And he said:
“Hey! Are you talking to me?
Or are you just practicing
For one of those performances of yours?
Huh?”
Language! It's a virus!
Language! It's a virus!
He said:
“I had to write that letter to your mother.
And I had to tell the judge that it was you.
And I had to sell the car and go to Florida.
And I had to sell the car and go to Florida.
Because that's just my way of saying
(It's a charm.) That I love you.
And I (It's a job.)
Had to call you at the crack of dawn
(Why?) And list the times that I've been wrong.
Cause that's just my way of saying
That I'm sorry. (It's a job.)”
Language! It's a virus!
Language! It's a virus!
Paradise Is exactly like
Where you are right now
Only much much (It's a shipwreck,)
Better. (It's a job.)
You know? I don't believe there's such a thing as TV.
I mean - They just keep showing you
The same pictures over and over.
And when they talk they just make sounds
That more or less synch up
With their lips. That's what I think!
Language! It's a virus!
Language! It's a virus!
Language! It's a virus!
Well I dreamed there was an island
That rose up from the sea.
And everybody on the island
Was somebody from TV.
And there was a beautiful view
But nobody could see.
Cause everybody on the island
Was saying:
“Look at me!
Look at me!
Look at me!
Look at me!”
Because they all lived on an island
That rose up from the sea.
And everybody on the island
Was somebody from TV.
And there was a beautiful view
But nobody could see.
Cause everybody on the island
Was saying:
“Look at me!
Look at me!
Look at me!
Look at me!
Look at me!”
Why?
Paradise is exactly like
Where you are right now
Only much
Much!
Better.
Breathe . Télépopmusik
I brought you something close to me,
Left for something you see though your here.
You haunt my dreams
There's nothing to do but believe,
Just believe.
Just breathe.
Another day, just believe,
Another day, just breathe
Another day, just believe,
Another day. just breathe.
Im used to it by now.
Another day, just believe.
Just breathe. just believe.
Just breathe.
Lying in my bed,
Another day, staring at the ceiling.
Just breathe. another day.
Another day, just believe.
Another day.
Im used to it by now.
Im used to it by now.
Just breathe. just believe.
Just breathe. just believe.
Just believe. just breathe.
Just believe.
Another day, just believe.
Another day.
Another day, just believe,
Another day, just breathe,
Another day (I do believe).
Another day(so hard to breathe)
Another day(not so hard to believe)
Another day. another day.
Dibujando a Bradbury
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