I still don't know what I was waiting for And my time was running wild A million dead-end streets Every time I thought I'd got it made It seemed the taste was not so sweet So I turned myself to face me But I've never caught a glimpse Of how the others must see the faker I'm much too fast to take that test
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes (Turn and face the strain) Ch-ch-Changes Don't want to be a richer man Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes (Turn and face the strain) Ch-ch-Changes Just gonna have to be a different man Time may change me But I can't trace time
I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream Of warm impermanence and So the days float through my eyes But still the days seem the same And these children that you spit on As they try to change their worlds Are immune to your consultations They're quite aware of what they're going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes (Turn and face the strain) Ch-ch-Changes Don't tell t hem to grow up and out of it Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes (Turn and face the strain) Ch-ch-Changes Where's your shame You've left us up to our necks in it Time may change me But you can't trace time
Strange fascination, fascinating me Changes are taking the pace I'm going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes (Turn and face the strain) Ch-ch-Changes Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes (Turn and face the strain) Ch-ch-Changes Pretty soon you're gonna get a little older Time may change me But I can't trace time I said that time may change me But I can't trace time
Cambios, mmmhhh, ¿Heracliteamos? Panta rei / Todo fluye. Todo cambia. Nada permanece igual... Eso es lo que suelen explicar cuando se enseña a Heráclito, pero el grieguito decía otro par de cosas más.
Pero bueno, es domingo, dejemos a los pre-socráticos para otro momento, mejor. Hoy me quedo con Bowie.
Te faltó citar el ejemplo del río —no puedes bañarte dos veces en el mismo río sin que un agua distinta fluya en torno a ti—, típico a la hora de explicar a Heráclito. Podría invitar a Parménides y lindo festín.
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I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't tell t hem to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Where's your shame
You've left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can't trace time
Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace I'm going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Pretty soon you're gonna get a little older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can't trace time
Ch-ch-ch-CHÁN!!!
Cambios, mmmhhh, ¿Heracliteamos? Panta rei / Todo fluye. Todo cambia. Nada permanece igual... Eso es lo que suelen explicar cuando se enseña a Heráclito, pero el grieguito decía otro par de cosas más.
Pero bueno, es domingo, dejemos a los pre-socráticos para otro momento, mejor. Hoy me quedo con Bowie.
Te faltó citar el ejemplo del río —no puedes bañarte dos veces en el mismo río sin que un agua distinta fluya en torno a ti—, típico a la hora de explicar a Heráclito.
Podría invitar a Parménides y lindo festín.
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