Most of the Time

 

Esta canción de Bob Dylan la oía yo hace veinticinco años. Pero va cambiando, things change. Me gusta esta versión de Sophie Zelmani.

 

 

Most of the time  

I'm clear focused all around  

Most of the time  

I can keep both feet on the ground  

I can follow the path 

 I can read the signs 

 Stay right with it  

When the road unwinds  

I can handle whatever 

 I stumble upon  

I don't even notice  

She's gone  

Most of the time.  

 

Most of the time 

It's well understood  

Most of the time 

I wouldn't change it if I could  

I can make it all match up  

I can hold my own  

I can deal with the situation  

Right down to the bone I can survive  

And I can endure  

And I don't even think  

About her  

Most of the time.

 

Most of the time  

My head is on straight 

Most of the time  

I'm strong enough not to hate  

I don't build up illusion  

'Til it makes me sick 

 I ain't afraid of confusion  

No matter how thick 

 I can smile in the face  

Of mankind 

 Don't even remember  

What her lips felt like on mine  

Most of the time.

 

Most of the time 

She ain't even in my mind  

I wouldn't know her if I saw her  

She's that far behind 

Most of the time  

I can't even be sure 

If she was ever with me  

Or if I was ever with her 

Most of the time 

I'm halfway content  

Most of the time 

I know exactly where it went  

I don't cheat on myself  

I don't run and hide 

Hide from the feelings 

That are buried inside  

I don't compromise  

And I don't pretend 

I don't even care 

If I ever see her again  

Most of the time.

 

 

 

Katie Melua, It's Only Pain

 

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