Echoes of the Broadway Everglades,
With her mythical madonnas still walking in their shades:
Lenny Bruce, declares a truce and plays his other hand.
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand.
Sirens on the rooftops wailing,
but there's no ship sailing.
Groucho, with his movies trailing,
stands alone with his punchline failing.
(Genesis, Broadway Melody of 1974, 1974)
Stars are crying over my old house
ResponderEliminarBut I´m breathing happy above the clouds...
Te aseguro que si algún grupo me ha penetrado hasta las entrañas mas profundas de mi ser, ha sido Génesis.
ResponderEliminarSobretodo cuando tomaba L.S.D.
Siempre me ha parecido el street art el mas interesante y avant garde.
ResponderEliminarR:
ResponderEliminarSus comentarios son oscuros a la vez que pertinentes.
Blanca:
ResponderEliminarUna pena que todo terminase en 1974.
¿"Street art"? Bueno, no está mal siempre que no practiquen en la fachada de *tu* casa...