Banana Pancakes

Una canción magenta, hoy, nueve meses.

Como dice, y también lo creo: la tranquilidad.

La tranquilidad de estar con él.

Can't you see that it's just raining

Ain't no need to go outside...

But baby, you hardly even notice

When I try to show you this

Song is meant to keep ya

From doing what you're supposed to

Like waking up too early

Maybe we can sleep in

I'll make you banana pancakes

Pretend like it's the weekend now

And we could pretend it all the time

Can't you see that it's just raining

Ain't no need to go outside

But just maybe, laka ukulele

Mommy made a baby

Really don't mind the breakfast

'cause you're my little lady

Lady lady love me

'cause I love to lay here lazy

We could close the curtains

Pretend like there's no world outside

And we could pretend it all the time

Can't you see that it's just raining

Ain't no need to go outside

Ain't no need ain't no need Mmmm MMmmm

Can't you see can't you see

Rain all day

And I don't mind.

The telephone is singing

Ringing it's too early

Don't pick it up

We don't need to we got everything

We need right here

And everything we need is enough

Just so easy

When the whole world fits inside of your arms

Don't really need to pay attention to the alarm

Wake up slow, yeah wake up slow

You hardly even notice

When I try to show you this

Song is meant to keep ya

From doing what your supposed to

Like waking up too early

Maybe we can sleep in

I'll make you banana pancakes

Pretend like it's the weekend now

And we could pretend it all the time

Can't you see that it's just raining

Ain't no need to go outside

Ain't no need, ain't no need

Rain all day and I really really really don't mind

Can't you see can't you see,

You gotta wake up slow

-Jack Johnson

Better together

yaaaaa. Volver al teatro es genial. Hoy fui la hija de un difunto, una cajera de Metro y una lesbiana celosa. Y cuando jugabamos al asesino, sonó esta canción, y grite un poco (¿?) Y yo era la asesina, así que doble genial! Mataba escuchando a Jack Johnson. En Granby-Colorado (fotofotofoto, allá me volví un poco fan de él) la escuchaba camino a la chamba, cuando a mi mp3 se le ocurría sorprenderme. Y ahora la escucho mientras mi papá cumple años :) iiiii volveré a tomar fotos y a hacerlas chafa con mi tecnología misia! chau ••••••• There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard. And no song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart Our dreams, and they are made out of real things, like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-tone loving. Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart. Why are we here and where do we go? And how come it's so hard? It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving. I'll tell you one thing, It's always better when we're together. ••• Mmm, it's always better when we're together. Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together. Well, it's always better when we're together. Yeah, it's always better when we're together. ••• And all of these moments just might find a way into my dreams tonight But I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings Or brings new things for tomorrow night, you see, That they'll be gone too, too many things I have to do. But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day-to-day scene, I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do Or places we got to be, we'll sit beneath the mango tree now. ••• Yeah, it's always better when we're together. Mmm, we're somewhere in between together. Well, it's always better when we're together. Yeah, it's always better when we're together. ••• I believe in memories, they look so, so pretty when I sleep And when I wake up, you look so pretty sleeping next to me. But there is not enough time And there is no, no song I could sing, And there is no combination of words I could say But I will still tell you one thing: We're better together.

-Jack Johnson