9-9 - Bienvenidos al 2.0.0.6.

Tengo un malestar en las tripas. Me revuelve el estómago. Sé que no es la mejor manera de comenzar un año, pero es la que hay. Necesito hablar. Pero el tiempo apremia y no está de mi lado. Un cuarteto sureño un país del norte, devenido en trio por la erosión de los tiempos, pudo plasmar en esta temprana composición algo como esto que siento. Gregor Samza o Don Giovanni me comprenderían. Felíz Año Nuevo, de todos modos.

9-9

Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reinforced.
Now what does that mean?
Is there a just contradiction?

Nothing much. Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord, hesitate.

Got to punch...Right on target.
Twisting tongues gotta stripe down his back all nine yards down her back.
Give me a couple, don't give me a couple of pointers.
Turn to lies and conversation fear.

What is in my mind?
What is in my mind?

Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reinforced.
Now what does that mean?
Is there a just contradiction?

Nothing much. Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, oh come on, hesitate, hesitate.

Got to punch...Right on target.
Twisting tongues gotta stripe down his back all nine yards down her back.
Give me a couple, don't give me a couple of pointers.
Turn to lies and conversation fear.
Conversation fear. Conversation fear.
Conversation fear.