Influencias II

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Words are flying out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world


People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange


Imagine there's no heaven
it's easy if you try
No hell below us
above us only sky
Imagine all the people
living for today

Imagine there's no countries
it isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
and no religion too
Imagine all the people
living life in peace

You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us and the world will be as one


I've got to find a place to hideaway
Far from the shadows of my mind
Sunlight and laughter, love ever after
For how i long to find
a place to hideaway

I'll save my pennies for a rainy day
But where can i buy another you?
Dreams are for sleeping
Love is for weeping
Oh, how i long to find
a place to hideaway


If you find your sweetheart in the arms of a friend
That's when your heartaches begin
When dreams of a lifetime must come to an end
That's when your heartaches begin
Love is a thing you never can share
If you bring a friend into your love affair
That's the end of your sweetheart,
that's the end of your friend
That's when your heartaches begin

CINE / TV

Do-Re-Mi... the first three notes just happen to be, Do-Re-Mi. Do-Re-Mi-Fa-Sol-La-Ti... oh let's see if I can make it easier. [singing] Doe, a deer, a female deer; Ray, a drop of golden sun; Me, a name I call myself; Far, a long, long way to run; Sew, a needle pulling thread; La, a note to follow Sol; Tea, a drink with jam and bread, that will bring us back to Do...

When you know the notes to sing, you can sing most any thing.


—¿Adónde está mi amiga?
—Su amiga está muy bien, su amiga... la que está ahí adentro es una... bueno pero ¿para qué le voy a explicar si es sorrrrda?
—¿Adónde está mi amiga?
—Ya le dije que su amiga... no es su ami... mire, la que está ahí es una húngara que...
—¿Adónde está mi amiga?
—No está... no sabemos dónde está. La que está ahí es una... bueno, mire... vaya.
—¿Pero adónde está mi amiga?
—¿Tiene ganas de llorar un ratito?... Vaya y dese el gusto, señora... Que alguien me saque a esa húngara del cuarto de la nena.


—Lack of faith? Faith in what?
—In yourself.
—No. I have faith in myself. Gerry Conlon. Lifer. 30-year sentence. And I know how to survive it, no problem.
—At what price?
—I'll pay the fuckin' price, don't you worry about it.
—The price for what?
—Aye. You're very good at the English, aren't you? You see, I don't understand your language. “Justice”, “Mercy”, “Clemency”... I literally don't understand what those words mean. I'd like to put in an application to get all my teeth extracted. That way I could put my fist in my mouth and never speak another word of fuckin' English so long as I live.


Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear. The Terminator would never stop, it would never leave him. And it would never hurt him, never shout at him or get drunk and hit him or say it was too busy to spend time with him. It would always be there and it would die to protect him. Of all the would-be fathers who came and went over the years, this thing, this machine was the only one who measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice.

The unknown future rolls toward us. I face it for the first time with a sense of hope, because if a machine, a terminator, can learn the value of human life, maybe we can, too.


CIA: —Y de ahora en adelante usted será Homero Thompson del Lago del Terror. Vamos a practicar. Cuando diga “Hola, señor Thompson”, usted dice “Hola”.
Homero: Bueno.
CIA: —Hola, señor Thompson.
Homero: ...
CIA: —Recuérdelo, su nombre ahora es Homero Thompson.
Homero: —Enterado.
CIA: —Hola, señor Thompson.
Homero: ...
CIA: —Mhhh... aghh... mire cuando yo diga “Hola, señor Thompson” y le pise el pie, usted mueve la cabeza.
Homero: —Entendido.
CIA: —Hola, señor Thompson (le pisa el pie).
Homero: ... —Ay! Creo que le habla a usted...